.too much poison, come undone [aw]

[Ciqala Wicasa]

The first thing Ciqala had to do was stare at the limp mass of tattered feathers untill her brain registered that Damian was giving it to her. She glanced up to the male, watching as he plodded up the hill and sat. Their eyes locked for a second, shifting away almost instantly. He eventually lie down where he had sat and closed his eyes, trying to grasp some sleep. Ciqala Wicasa blinked before looking down to the bundle of feathers before her, eerily realizing that it was staring at her too. A grimace flashed across her face before she started to eat the winged creature. A pink tounge swept across her bloodied lips, a small yawn sound escaping her throat. She settled down to a resting postion, resing on her hind legs and her forepaws stretched out in front of her. She shoved the remains of the bird, disgarded feathers and the smaller bones, and slowly set her head on her forepaws, her eyes sliding closed quicker than she could imagine. Before she knew it, she was away from the mortal world, slipping and sliding back into her own rhelm of dreams and fatasies. Her dreams were muddled together, flashes of wolves and other creatures, feathers and fur, ripped carcasses and dangerous flashes of ivory teeth. She was used to such dreams, odd glances on war and desolation before drifting back to peace and prosperity. Her dreams were especially vivid this day, showing a war between packs, wolves ripping each other up for no excellent reason. Blood was sprayed all over each others pelts their own and shared. A strange thing about it was that all of the wolves looked the same. The same bland silver eyes and grey pelts, the same flashing teeth and burning hatred toward each other. As Ciqala Wicasa watched the fight, they ended up loosing their own packscents and even started to inflict friendly fire on their own ranks. The battle ended up with no one surviving, all of the bodies strewn across a battlefield with grass as red as the sun sinking... And Ciqala woke up. It was early morning, seeing as though the two of the wolves had dozed off in late afternoon. Almost all of the black birds were gone from their sentinel places, replaced by the warbling songbirds of the early morning. She rose shakily, stretching her cramped forelegs and swishing her tail from side to side to wake her still dozy mind up. She glanced over to the place where Damian was, wondering if he was up yet. O_O KITTEN?! Lucky. :3 I gots my kitteh though, he's so cute. *snuggles O'Malley* x3

[Damian]

[ooc] yup kitten =D lil' Ben ^^ Awsh O'Malley! Aristocats?! x3 love love love and sorry this post is another fairly short one =[

[ic] rawr. Flashing images. Why were they never smooth running? Instead they appeared as though lightning flashed every few seconds or so in immense darkness, bringing different pictures with every strike to the ground. Damian could not tell if they were disturbing or not for most disappeared as instantly as they came to him, but on his exterior he was doing nothing but twitch every so often in random places. He was making no noise, he was just breathing a little heavier which was only audible if one listened extremely intently. So no nightmares were present within his mind, which was of course a good thing. He cared not for gruesome mind images. Sure he was a soldier, a fighter, a hunter, a meat eater, but he would take no delight in being cursed with foul pictures every minute of his sleep. He enjoyed sleeping as peacefully as possible, and he would have found it most irritating to being kept awake by images in his head. It felt as though he had only just fallen asleep when he suddenly was jolted into consciousness. He became awake instantly, as though startled by something or very surprised. He shook his head, his ruff shaking out in the process, ears flying left and right. A yawn stretched his maw wide open, fangs glinting in the early morning sun. Wait... early morning? Well he must've slept for a fairly long time then. It was then he remembered the she-wolf. Had she eaten his bird? He glanced around, good, she had. It was then he laid eyes on her once again, dark chocolate coloured orbs fixing with her own horizon hued eyes. Had she been watching him for a while, or had she too only just woke up? That he didn't know and he didn't really care about it either. He merely blinked before getting up into a sitting position and then stretching out his front limbs, arching his back in an almost feline manner, then once again placing his hind quarters upon the ground. He continued to look at her in silence. He didn't really know what to say... Hm. With a calm expression adorning his countenance, he spoke up. "Nice sleep?" A simple question, but he was attempting to break the ice. He was hoping she would perhaps say something that would be likely to get them both either indulged in conversation or get them on the move. Either would do, as long as the silence was unable to dominate and brew up that tension he so thoroughly hated.

[Ciqala Wicasa]

Ciqala blinked, a morning blink, one of those blinks that the owl did when it was first waking up. Thus implying to Damian that she had just woken up herself. "I slept decent I guess, dreams a bit strange though..." she said with a nod of her head, golden eyes glimmering in the morning sunlight. Something new rose over the bog, the sound of song from birds. The timber wolf tipped her head back a bit, her eyes searching the bare trees for the birds responcible. They were multicoloured, exploding into several outrageous designs and color. Ciqala smiled. At least there wasn't any of that plain 'ole black scavengers anymore. She decided to strike up a bit more of a conversation with the other wolf. She could already see more questions dying like smouldering embers in his eyes, and the silence broken only by the birdsong was beginning to wear on her nerves. "So... you're a loner right? You ever stay at one place, or are you constantly travelling?" she asked, pausing for a minute. "And how did you arrive here? Rrr... took my time with this post! Painfully short too. So sorreh. >_<

[Damian]

[ooc] tis ok loveh ^^ urgh my post is teh shortness >.<;;

[ic] rawr. He sniffed, eyes closing as though recollecting himself before he answered her first question. "To put it simply enough, I do more or less, whatever I want." He regarded her once again with an oddly calm stare, one that did not waver not fixate upon anything other than her own visionaries or form. Occasionally did he let his gaze shift and wander over her body, but t'was naught to do with lust, at least not at that time. He was a serious character, a stony-faced commander of his one man army, not impressive you say? It was to him, he was battling day and night on his own because he knew he had the right to live his life the way he wanted to live it. A shifty smile, a smirk you could say before a continuation. "Liberty is a blessing or a curse. I tend to look at it both ways from time to time. Lately, though, in addition to my earlier words, lately I have done nothing but travel. I have had hardly any rest, and last night's sleep was the first in many days. In case you even think of asking, I have no idea what compelled me to do that, I guess it was out of my reckless naive age." Yes he was still a young wolf, he knew that, but he was mature for a three year old wolf. Sometimes though he felt pretty much invincible to what ornery life threw at him. Of course, he was not. He shuffled in his position, stretching his limbs a little yet again before replying to her second added question he had only just picked up on. "I got here by coincidence I suppose, just sheer chance. I go wherever my paws take me, and it happened to be here t'other day." His smile wore thin for a moment before twitching back into full swing. "As for you, my fair lady, how did you come to be here amongst the filth? Whatever drove you to such a place?" This was when the suspicions arose again to whether or not she truly was a loner or not. The title did not seem to fit her, but it was not his place to bombard her with accusations. And he wasn't going to get himself into a situation where it was possible that he would make a fool out of himself. he wouldn't sacrifice his dignity due to his own paranoid mind, no way no how.

This post has been edited by Damian on Nov 29 2005, 07:55 PM

[Ciqala Wicasa]

Ciqala nodded vaugely as the wolf spoke of his own thoughts, adding her own mentally to form an image of a shared philosophy on life. It looked like a jumble of color and idea. She brushed the painting away. Her mind was a curious device when left to wander. So, it was true that this wolf was indeed a true-blue wanderer, not knowing or caring where he went. Ciqala admired that, though that she could never live like that for too long. She wandered for half a year before becoming the Alpha of the Genoasia pack. She was content with her position, of course. It was tough, but ultimately rewarding. She was indeed anticipating the question of her true reason for being there, and she had already been formulating a responce. She had no intent to lie, she didn't enjoy the devious intention to falsify her words. No good had ever come from lying, that's what she had learned. She had real experience to back it up. That haunting image of her parents' bodies in the freshly fallen leaves, drenched with crimson blood for example. Those coyotes had told her not to tell of their being in their land, and she was too afraid to not obey. If she had told her parents, maybe they would have lived. Maybe. She dragged herself from the dark thoughts, speaking. "Truth be told, I was merely walking about the territories of this land... It is truth that I am indeed a wanderer of sorts, for I was simply exploring the land that is outside my own packlands..." she said slowly, a small smile curving her canine snout. "To introduce myself more formally, I am Ciqala Wicasa, the Alpha Female of the Genoasia Pack of the west..." she went on, her ear flicking torward the west that she determined was right from the rising sun. =D

[Damian]

[ooc] gosh I'm still so low on muse xX; I suck -hits self-

[ic] rawr. Chocolate visionaries flickered, tongue appearing to grace his maw. Now that he had slept, he was more drawn to the fact that he was hungry, but he would not voice the complaints his stomach and mind made. And he was definately distracted from hunger by the she-wolf's next set of words. So, she wasn't a loner afterall. His suspicions had not been untrue, he had been right and he felt pleasure from that rather than disgust at being lied to. But it hadn't been a tremendous lie, merely a little trick. Many wolves did it, and it was quite clever really, because it was a way of hiding true details about oneself rather than spilling your whole life story upon some stranger you met a few hours ago... A smirk appeared on his visage, expression simply calm and of course, intrigued. "I should have guessed. An Alpha? What an honour eh?" He supposed being the leader of a pack was a difficult job. Maybe the pack was just starting out and wasn't that large? Then he faintly began to wonder whether or not he should show any amount of respect towards her. Well, he hadn't really any immediate intentions to join her pack... But maybe he would develop some sooner or later? He bowed his head for a few brief moments, whether she picked up on the sign of respect he could not tell. His eyes were curious and he searched hers. Maybe she was planning on iviting him into her pack? He would not know what to say... He had been a lone wanderer all his life, still sticking with his one many army title... "Must be hard work running a pack. Tell me, is your pack large in quantity or just starting out?" He got to his feet slowly to stretch his limbs further, loving the feeling of his muscles relaxing almost instantly as he returned to a casual standing position before approaching the femora by taking a few steps forward and sitting down just as slowly as he had stood up. He smiled at her, almost urging her on to answer, showing that he was truly interested. He was growing to like the fae, not really one hundred percent sure why. He felt some positive connections and he suposed that was enough to start regarding Ciqala Wicasa as a friend, of sorts.

[Ciqala Wicasa]

Ciqala smiled weakly, still unused to the simple reflex for a wolf to show a bit of honor, if not a tiny sliver, to any Alpha. Sure, she had run away when her parents, the former Alphas, had been murdered, but she'd returned, right? That's what was important, and that's what she firmly stuck to in her little box of a mind. The wolf Damian seemed to ponder for a moment before bowing shortly to her. It could have been from respect or some sort of mild congradulation, but she simply bowed slightly back. It wouldn't be for a few more years when she would be a bit more dominant, but hey, she was three. She had a long life to live ahead of her of being an Alpha. "Yes, quite hard... she breathed, remembering the first few stressful days of regaining power in the packlands and trying to prove that she was a bloodline relative from her parents and not an imposter. "And yes to the latter, we lost many of our members a while back. We're growing in size again now, slowly but surely." It was at that moment when it struck her that the loner might be apprehensive about her trying to invite him to the pack. She hadn't thought of doing that, for if it was the wolf's desire to be free, she could not change that. She desided to let the wolf choose, and if he spoke of it, she would dive into 'invitation alpha' mode. =D

[Damian]

[ooc] really sorry about the wait

[ic] rawr. His eyes searched hers, but he saw no questions. His large cranium tilted a little to one side, one ear twitching to point out towards the marshes instead of facing the she-wolf. He put all his weight into one side of his body so he leaned more comfortably and looked far more relaxed and casual. His tassel tapped the ground every now and then in a random beat. He didn't really know what to think. He had been in the prescence of an alphess all this time. Again, he had only had slight suspicions, who knew where they had come from, perhaps it had just been his senses, his instincts, but whatever. He did feel inclined to obviously show a lot more respect towards her, but she had already been gaining his respect when he thought she was a loner. He nodded along with her words, showing that he was listening and that he understood. But how did he understand? He'd never been a leader of a pack before in his life, heck, he'd never even been in a pack before in his life. He was a solitary man, a beast that was his own. That was his pride, and he held a tight grasp upon the freedom that was his. But underneath it all, under all of the pure vitalities that had built up within him about being a loner, a one man army, there was those small, newly risen yearnings that called out to be part of a unit for once. But he tried to shake them away as best he could, hide them under those vitalities that were his to keep forever. He knew they would always remain no matter what he did with his life in later weeks, months or even years. "I've heard that there's more than one pack around these parts. But I know nothing of any of them, well, obviously I know that you are the alphess of one. The Genoasia Pack? Did I say that right, Genoasia?" He had pronounced it correctly of course, he just wasn't used to saying such odd words really. Pretty words, but odd. He shot her a sort of lop-sided grin that was quite out of character for him, but at that moment in time he was fairly unaware... He was distracted by the song of a congregation of morning birds, quite vibrantly coloured, perky little things with shining eyes that glittered warmly unlike the black scavengers. He listened, ears flicking this way and that as he did so as not to miss a tune whilst he waited for Ciqala to speak if she so desired. They sung finely, shrill and sharp, yet smooth and together. They had meanings within their vocals, which Damian himself found time to respect. He himself took time with his own song, making sure to stay intune with his own personal rythm and melody. It was something he had incommon with the little song birds. There and then he decided that he would remain free, at least long enough for him to think things through.

[Ciqala Wicasa]

cross your heart, -- ooc Issokay. Bit short, low on inspiration. ;-; and hope to die. -- ic Ciqala could see the wolf's bobbing of his head in a nod, but it was quite obvious that he didn't know much of what she was talking about. She was born as a packwolf, an Alpha pup no less, and only ventured on her own for around a year before going back. She was a packwolf born and bred, she could never realize how it was to live on her own. It must have been the exact opposite for Damian, strange for her to think about, but completely understandable to the loner. The loner had heard a bit of the lands though, for it was true that there were three packs in the proxemity. She nodded her gray-silver head, answering with a slight smile. "Yes, you've heard true. There are three packs in this area and two Alphesses and an Alpha to manage them. We have Irahi to the far north, north of the Outlands. Takuvik is Alpha over that land. Estasha lands are just north of this bog, Lisea rules there. And, of course, the Genoasia lands to the west of the bog, where I rule... And yes, you did say it right." There was no sort of smugness to her words, she stated them as they were.

[Damian]

[ooc] Takuvik ish a male xD p.s love the new table ^^ and my post is short, I'm ill with a head cold xX;

[ic] rawr. He nodded once more, for the last time in a sharp motion, eyes straying out to gaze across the marshes. So lonely and dim, it wasn't really Damian's scene. He preferred the towering trees of a dense forest, the sound of running water, perhaps a small waterfall stirring and foaming close by...The song birds true home, where they could nestle up in the leaves that were so gloriously coloured all shades of green in spring and summer, and such rich browns and golds and oranges in the autumn. And of course, the skeletal branches would probably be the rseting place for snow and maybe even icles in the winter time. But these bogs were just...dull and boring, murky and depressing. The air was stained, almost palpable and brown. His nose wrinkled in disgust, he was actually getting sick of being there. Funny how the birds had silenced their singing, and had apparently flown off as though they had seen the painted picture within the male wolf's mind of their wonderful forest home and decided that that was where they were needed and that was where they should have been. It was where Damian wanted to be. Well, most places were better than here. [colo=white]"This really was one of the oddest places to meet such a fine young lady as yourself."[/color] He stated, his words fairly quiet as though he was speaking his mind. He wasn't directly looking upon Ciqala either, so he just seemed to be talking to her, but more so to himself. "I'm growing sick and tired of this depressing place. I feel the need to depart. You are welcome to accompany me, but you probably have duties elsewhere, am I correct?"

[Ciqala Wicasa]

cross your heart, -- ooc Erk, I hate it when I make mistakes like that. x-X Hope you feel better soon though. =3 Time to wrap the thread up though, it's quite long. o_o and hope to die. -- ic A large drop of melting snow slapped Ciqala on the head, right above her right ear, causing her to flinch and flick said ear repeatedly. Eventually the slushy water was flung off, but the damp cold still remained on the not-so-furred place of her head, right under her ear. Gold-amber eyes flickered up, seeing the long and twisting bare branch of a tree, laden with slushing snow, starting to drip. The icicles were beginning to drip too. You did not want to get hit by a falling icicle, they'd been known to impale if big enough. The thought made Ciqala's heart flutter with fear. She carefully side-stepped out of the range of the sharp ice daggers, returning her gaze upon Damian. It was completely silent except for the loner's words, even the birds had stopped their joyous song and flown off while the wind had stopped blowing. The heavy, foul-smelling bog air seemed to be on them like some sort of thick liquid, slowing movements and thoughts. Ciqala had to focus all she could on what the male was saying. She smiled slightly at the first sentence that parted the wolf's lips, wondering again why she had come to the bogs in the first place. The forests were only west, past her packlands. His next words sparked another train of thought in her head, for he was speaking her own distant thoughts. This place was starting to sicken her too. "Yes, this place is wearing on my nerves as well. Are you planning to stay within these lands? Past my lands there is the Ashtol Forest, and to the east of here is the Denalhi Range, our own private mountain range. Things are a bit slow in the pack right now, and I don't have anything better to do than to wander around..."

[Damian]

[ooc] sorry again for the wait, I've been so damn ill. And for my birthday too =[ oh well... I feel quite a lot better now ^^

[ic] rawr. He rose to his full height before lowering himself, relaxing his shoulders and shaking out his ruff to look a little more casual and to let himself feel more relaxed. Besides, he did not really wish to rise above an alphess, sure they werenot within her territory but as I've mentioned many times before, Damian is a respectful character who likes to show those he knows that he holds a certain amunt of respect towards them. That was just his way, and so he turned his back to the she-wolf and lifted his nose to the air. His nostrils flared but he wasn't really intending to start sniffing the atmosphere in search of a place to go. Yeah he followed his nose often, but in the depressing bogs there was nothing but that putrid smell that drifted up into his nasal passage causing him to practically grimace in his distaste. Oh boy had he grown to dislike the place. But in some ways it reminded him off a battlefield he had seen once before, where he had fought alongside bretheren that had fallen mid battle. No, no he was just being stupid... He lowered his gaze slowly from the skies down to the marshlands. He drifted his gaze along the bubbling mud, it would be extremely difficult to fight well amidst the thick substance, and to let it congeal even more so with blood? How... pleasant... He made a slight noise of sick humour and disgust, he couldn't really make up his mind which had been the reason why he had emitted such an odd sound, but he cared not. His ears twitched at the sound of the femora's voice again. "I go wherever my feet take me." He repeated as he turned his head slowly back to look at her, that smirk slowly tracing itself back into its rightful place upon his pink tinged maw. "I'll follow my senses, and listen to old instincts. I don't know where I plan on going, but I suppose I won't stray too far from these lands, although I do intend to stay clear of here for the time being. Although I do not doubt that I will find myself amidst the mud-covered grounds once again sometime in the future... Although hopefully it will not be the near future." A small, muted chuckle escaped his slightly parted lips. "So you want to come with? You are welcome of course m'lady. You may even lead the way if you so desire." He ducked his head lower to the ground in a half respectful bow and a half nod to finish off his words, a sign to let her know he wanted to hear her answer now. His eyes flashed, dark chocolate orbs reflecting for a thin slice of a moment a solitary song bird that had lost its companions, sailing through the sea of murky blues and greys, feathers brushing air, or air brushing feathers... But in an instant they became dark again, hidden almost completely by the dark fur circling them.