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WolfSilver
Posted: Aug 23 2011, 09:51 PM


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My paws hurt, They were as cold as ice in the rain-water that was fast turning dirt into mud,
Slick and cold as winter's frost.
I walked slowly, Unaware of my destination,
Only knowing that I was walking,
Walking in a thunder-storm...A big one.
Rain fell in rhythm along my back, Pounding in my ears.
The sky was pure black, Ashes.
The lightning gleamed ruby,
The fire.
The rain,
Tears that fell from the pain of the flame burning the angel's wings.
The thunder, God's voice, Raised in booming fury.

Was his fury for me? It was likely,
As I deserved it. I had done something terrible,
Maybe I didn't remember what it was,
Maybe it was because I had let him mate with me,
Bringing life into this world only to find it dead in a plastic bag ,
Thrown in the bins racoons feasted from. Alongside my mothers bones.

The lighting cracked,
Whip-like it lit the sky with a million bolts of electricity,
My fur stood on end from the static, It was close...
Dangerously close.
The clouds had blackened uphill,
But they looked different, See-through...
Like water black with grime. But it was on the horizon,
Not close enough to be anything other than "clouds".

I would've named my daughter Storm, Feisty and electric as she was,
Just like this storm. My son, tender as he was...
I would have named him Heart.
But they are gone, Dear reader.
They are dead.
Maybe they're bodies are still in those bags,
Maybe they've been eaten by some scavenger...
Maybe they weren't dead at all.

Its not impossible I got the scent wrong,
Jacked up as I was mentally at the time.
It might be they survived somehow.
Nothing's impossible dear reader,
But i'm guessing this is... How could it not?
I saw them... Dead, Very very dead.
They are gone,
And it is only a jacked mother's memories that keep them alive,
Because I know that their memory is still breathing.
It's out there, Some essence of them...
Somewhere in this world.

I guess this made me feel better,
Because I raised my head from the ground,
I plugged my ears from the demon's screaming below.
Did I find sunshine there?
Did I find some place of sanity?
No.
I was met by a wall of pure black,
A wall of raging water rushing towards me.
There is only a few things you can think about in a situation like this.
The first thing that usually comes into your head is:
I'm gonna die.
Then you get scared.
The second thing that most likely will follow is thoughts about what you're going to lose when you go,
Then you sadden up a bit.
It never occurs to your muddled up brain that you could,
You just could,
Run.

For me, I wanted to die, I wanted to see my pups again...
I knew I would never do that while I was here, On cursed chaotic Earth.
I had nothing to lose,
For I had nothing.
So I just stood there...

Because I wanted the pain.

Then it was upon me,
The water rose around me and swallowed me whole in a mass of darkness...
I didn't fight it,
I was ready,
This is the ride that would bring me home.
Wherever home really was.

I didn't die,
The mass of darkness choked on me.
It choked and spat me out.
But a new black sucked me in again as I hit ground.


I wanted the pain.

But I only got the darkness.


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The world is a pinprick of light, Sorrow and pain, 'A burning bright.

Lord Fear dances in the shadows, Black Death awaiting it's strike.

I fear to loose my mind, Yet i'm still waiting for some sign... If i'll be okay.

If this is really right.
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Raowolf
Posted: Aug 24 2011, 02:25 PM


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{OOC: . . . Beautiful.
You know, a very similar thing happened to Schwim - coincidence? :3}}

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Who knew you could hate something
and yet love it so much?


A cloud broke. A single drop of condensed water finally grew too heavy, and fell; plummeting to the earth, it was a tiny miracle - this drop had seen everything; been everything; it had existed since the earth itself - and the chemicals that made it longer. Once upon a time, it had even been dinosaur pee. It did not think, it did not feel, it was led by no instinct, and yet there seemed a definite purpose in the falling. It went so far. It had been so far. It would go further. For those few seconds, the only goal of that single drop - the miracle, a thousand minuscule particles glued together by nothing but their instinctive attraction - was to reach the ground. It existed for no reason, other than to exist; the drop was not made to give life to any - or take it - and in some ways not made at all. It simply existed, held together because it was; the molecules were drawn to other large groups of themselves. It existed because it existed.
It would take lives, and it would give them; it would provide that spark of existence to some, and take it from others. It would run down a mountain, into a lake, and if it was lucky on into the sea; and then it would be drawn up by the sun, and do it all over again. Sometimes it would split, or grow, joining other particles as it had in its first creation; and occasionally it would be diluted by other chemicals - it may become urine, or spit, or a part of a skin cell. But it would always be. It would always exist, no matter what it did. It would always be a drop of water, and that was all. It didn't matter. It wasn't important. It simply was. There were a thousand other drops which fell now, and each of them were one and their own and everything and nothing. It didn't matter.
But it did.

One raindrop raises the sea.

And these were the thoughts of a dog. Like the raindrop, she was not important. She did not care what the hell happened to the particles which pounded down on her back, running into her eyes; down her muzzle; along her frame. She did not care, and they - unfeeling, unknowing - did not care for her, either. She was simply there, a tiny cog in the grand scheme of things that the world could probably do without. She was nothing. None cared for her, and maybe none would; and yet to one tiny life she had once been everything. To a flea, she was its world. Maybe that would care if she died? Schwim didn't know. Schwim didn't want to know.
A name - a fickle thing, unimportant in general and yet often considered to be so vital - could be many things, and changed, and has rarely been thought of as vitally, mortally important, but is often used to define pointless beings, and tell them apart from each other. Maybe, after death, a name could be remembered. Maybe it could become a legend. Maybe one after us will share that name, or take it. Maybe it will simply become... Nothing.
She had done that; taken another's name. Upta. Oh, the things he had done to her; and in exchange, she had killed him. He was nothing to a stranger, but to many females he had been a turning point in their small lives. She was nothing to a stranger, but had probably saved many more from misery by taking her revenge on him. They would never know. Quite often it is the things that don't happen that affect us the most. Maybe if that which I loved and hated equally hadn't died, I would have been different. But he had. So she had killed Upta. She was Schwimkerl, the weak Rhodesian Ridgeback pup, too useless to fight off her forcer, no longer: she was Schwimkerl Upta, now. Did changing her name change her being? She would, like many things, never know, and to the flea on her back and the mud under her paws and the swollen river by her side it mattered not. But it made her feel better.

And now she was part of a pack. The female supposed this carried duties with it; some kind of burden, or a vow of protection for others, but at the moment she felt very little for it - it was seldom she trusted, but when she did it was a strong, strong thing. I shall always do what is best for the pack - and right now they don't need me hanging around. Schwimkerl supposed she should be hunting, but she was not hungry, and was one of the largest - and consequently one that needed more food - in the small pack, so she doubted any others would be hungry. But still her pelt hung loosely off of her, bones sticking out of her shin, and ribs clear on her sides - her back, the rough ridge of bone that stuck up on her neck aching dully, was covered in scars, and her head was low as she trotted, fast and steady, where she did not know. The rain had come in flash-floods, hard and harsh, after the hot summer, but at least it was cooler now, even if she preferred snow - raised on the Russian slopes, but a breed made for the plains of Africa, no temperature was ever right for the Ridgeback. The thick body of water that just a few days ago had been a stream was unnaturally swollen - it made her nervous. Anything could happen while the laws of nature were bending.
And then, as she glanced in that direction - to her left - through the misty sheet of slanting rain, she saw a black shape slumped on the shore. It was limp, and un-moving, barely recognisable from the swirling, frothing waters, still growing now.
Maybe it wasn't important. Maybe she shouldn't investigate. But Schwim did - because, though it was small and pointless, there was something in her heart that told her this was right.

One raindrop raises the sea.


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"'It seems that I have a skill at pulling ham sandwiches out from under rocks...'" ~The Last Continent, Terry Pratchett.
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[1. Freeze - Male - Dumbo Rat
2. Pledge - Female - Gerbil
3. Grak - Male - Norwegian Rat
4. Mally - Female - Black Rat
5. Euro - Male - Stoat
6. Brollic - Male - Red Stag
7. Clanth - Male - Striated Caracara
8. Renla/Omar/Hatty - Hemaphrodite - Egyptian Mau
9. Scwhimkerl Upta - Female - Rhodesian Ridgeback
10. Wolf - Male - Doberman]

I allow myself a ten-character limit at a time, and only as many threads as I have characters - for me to make a new character, an old one has to go. Please bear this in mind when plotting or threading with me.

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Let's face it, it's pretty much guaranteed that wherever Raowolf goes, there's going to be mayhem.
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WolfSilver
Posted: Aug 29 2011, 02:13 AM


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(OOC: LOL! I really didn't know until now. Hers were taken in the puppy mill she grew up in. Sorry for late replay, I had lost the first one.)


It was as if I was watching myself from a place beyond the clouds and pouring rain, It was raining all around me, and each drop held a vision... One, a woman shedding her tears on a drowned child, Another...A storm with two lovers fighting. A third, Meadows and grasses filled with butterflies. That's when I realized, They were more than just visions and pictures, They were stories. Stories of lives and deaths, Of hopes and losses.

Of killing and mercy.

The rains fell with churning fury, The lives falling and splattering on the dirt. But not one ever touched my pelt. I knew I was dreaming, I could see myself being washed up on the bank... Tossed like driftwood. It hurt as I fell, I knew it did. But I could watch myself succumb to darkness... Then this..

This dream...Whatever it was, Took over that darkness. And I realized, I was here,In this strange,realistic dream...For a reason. And that's when all the raindrops froze except one...One that kept falling until it froze over my head, Inside this one drop...This chaotic force of life, Was two yellow-brown bodies...My pups. And you know what? They were breathing. Then that raindrop fell, It fell into my upturned eyes, And I was inside it, Looking through...Different eyes.



~ I was wrapped inside a blanket, It was coarse and harsh...I could fell my brother whining beside me as we chafed against the rough sack,(As it was much too hard to be a blanket.) We were swinging, It was making me sick, I could feel the bump of a leg against us, So I knew...It surfaced somewhere in my puppy brain, That we were being carried. The sack was stifling, I couldn't breathe...And from then desperate prodding of my brothers claws, I knew he felt it too. My eyes opened a crack, Exposing their deadly yellow to complete darkness...Utter and complete black. Soon, I didn't know how much time had passed... The darkness swallowed me. It swallowed me alive.


I awoke a few hours later, Of course...I couldn't tell time, But I could take a guess...As when I opened my yellow eyes, I opened them slowly, Afraid of the darkness-that-swallows. I saw light. We were in a cage, The metal...It was hard and cold, The bars...Trapping. But it was all I ever known. So I named it home. My brother, He didn't speak that day... He has fallen into a silence ever since that darkness swallowed us and spit us out here... But he still talks...Sometimes.


I guess months had passed, The cage had shrunk on us, We were now big and strong, hardened from a time of harsh,cruel treatment. They put cages around our muzzles, The metal tasted foul... And they led us, Struggling like there was no tomorrow, Towards the place that had always smelled of blood, Of hate and fury...Of wrath. A place where they took dogs and they never came back.There they took us.

I was in the ring first, My teeth banging against the cage around my mouth. They held me... Another dog was soon brought in, At the sight of it I growled, Finally...Something I could KILL, Something I could take out my anger on...My hate.


For I hated this world and it's metal cages.


The dog did the same, and at the copy-act I snarled, Leaping towards him, Expecting to be held back, But the cage had been removed, and I stumbled...And so he was upon me. I braced myself for the pain that was sure to come, I knew it would. But it never did, Somehow I found myself on top of him, His blood pooling from his throat, And I drank it. I DRANK it. I drank his life... And I LIKED it. Thus my name was born...The Vampyre.

My brother followed me into the ring, He stayed in for a while, I couldn't judge how long...My eyes were whirling from the electricity of the fight...The taste of the dogs blood...Oh the blood! He soon returned, Specked with Bones and blood. Thus was his name born, Break Bones.

For months of my life, A year I say... I lived as a fighting-dog, Feared and hated. One of fury. Bones became more sullen after about a month in the ring, Seeming to gave off and think for hours at a time...

Days passed, And I woke up one morning to find a bloodied tooth on the ground, the cage door wide open, Dripping blood. Bones, Muzzle red, Stood outside of it, Waiting...Waiting for me. I leapt to my feet..And we ran... How we ran. And we killed.

For we hated this world and it's metal cages.
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The she-dog lay sodden on the bank, For all on-lookers she looked dead...But if you looked closely, You would see her flanks fluttering slowly... Her breathe never fully taken from her.

And if you looked closer yet, You would see her eyes slowly open... So slowly.






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The world is a pinprick of light, Sorrow and pain, 'A burning bright.

Lord Fear dances in the shadows, Black Death awaiting it's strike.

I fear to loose my mind, Yet i'm still waiting for some sign... If i'll be okay.

If this is really right.
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Raowolf
Posted: Aug 31 2011, 09:22 AM


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It was hard to see through the sheeting, sleeting rain, as it cast a mist-like barrier between her and the slumped figure on the still-swirling mud - but Schwim's eyes were keen, and as she trotted closer she could make out something familiar about its shape...
Right then, two Scwhimkerl Uptas saw another huge wave speed closer on the swelled river's line. One tensed her muscles, preparing to leap back; and the other rushed forward and smothered what she now recognised to be a defenceless dog. But something got mixed up: instead of them both being washed away by the wave, the Schwimkerl who had leapt to the rescue of the dog stayed put. The one who had put her own safety first found herself inexplicably downstream, and drowning.
Sometimes fate gets mixed up.
And it had just saved two lives.
Two small, insignificant, unimportant lives, that meant so much to each other.

Spluttering as the water receded a little, the Ridgeback shook her head, marvelling at the wonder; many ideas and thoughts raced through her mind - maybe the water hadn't been as strong as she'd thought, maybe they were too stuck in the thick mud to move - but she couldn't help feeling that something had happened. She felt like she should be drowning. Water poured out of the huge hound's mangled left ear, along with a fair bit of wax, but she didn't have time to try and get it out of the right, as the actual ear was still very much there, and most of the water got stuck. It would be hours before she could hear again - not that that mattered now. Turning back to the matter at paw, Schwim tried to concentrate on searching the creature protected under her muscled body for signs of life. It was faintly shivering - that was a good sign - and though the possible rise and fall of its chest could have been just wind, a bedraggled, drowned blade of grass by its nose was being blown, very faintly, every few seconds. Breathing? The Rhodesian Ridgeback attempted to breathe in time to the soaked dog, but she had larger lungs, and the amount of air going in certainly wasn't enough to keep either one of them alive for very long.
Her thoughts started to drift away. What just happened?! I should have drowned - I feel, in the back of my mind, like I'm drowning. Should I be dead? I do not believe in fates, only what is and isn't, but what would have happened if I hadn't saved this other dog? Would I have drowned then?
No! She had to focus on saving the smaller, fading life, and getting that candle sputtering into a fire again! But how should she do it? Schwimkerl was not very clear on anatomy, but she had a vague idea that the heart couldn't beat without breathing, and the dog was breathing, which meant her heart was probably beating... But there would be water in the lungs, she knew that much - how the hell was she supposed to get that out!? If you never try, you'll never know...

Her gruff voice was clear as she spoke; apparently the unconscious could still hear you. "I don't know how to help you," she growled, her Russian Accent clear. "But I ham going to try. I promise, on mhy true vurd, I am tryhing do hehlp..."
She put a paw on its chest, and pushed.


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"'It seems that I have a skill at pulling ham sandwiches out from under rocks...'" ~The Last Continent, Terry Pratchett.
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[1. Freeze - Male - Dumbo Rat
2. Pledge - Female - Gerbil
3. Grak - Male - Norwegian Rat
4. Mally - Female - Black Rat
5. Euro - Male - Stoat
6. Brollic - Male - Red Stag
7. Clanth - Male - Striated Caracara
8. Renla/Omar/Hatty - Hemaphrodite - Egyptian Mau
9. Scwhimkerl Upta - Female - Rhodesian Ridgeback
10. Wolf - Male - Doberman]

I allow myself a ten-character limit at a time, and only as many threads as I have characters - for me to make a new character, an old one has to go. Please bear this in mind when plotting or threading with me.

QUOTE (Forsaken)
Let's face it, it's pretty much guaranteed that wherever Raowolf goes, there's going to be mayhem.
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WolfSilver
Posted: Sep 7 2011, 12:09 AM


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(Again sorry for late replay, I was away this weekend.)

It might've been a stupid,foolish fantasy... But it still didn't help the pain I was in. My ghost was fighting out, But I wasn't ready to let go just yet...If for some reason in this fucked up world, They were still alive, It was worth fighting for now wasn't it? Maybe I would never lay eyes on them, Maybe I would die with my heart beating inside Storm's chest... Maybe if I lived through this day i could try to find them, Hell knows I would try. As my spirit fought my will and my body, It wanted out... I got to thinking... Were they alright? Did they stick together over the years? Were my twins even ALIVE? My physical body...No I couldn't feel it, But the pain I knew it was in, It only enlarged the hole in my heart,

I knew I wasn't completely sane... But sure as heaven or hell I wanted to be. I guess there's a thin line between the dead and living, It was something that could bend, break even..It was just another rule to be defied and broken. I now knew it wasn't improbable to be both living and in death, For I too, Out of i'm sure many others...Have bended that line, I didn't break it. But sure as hell I bended it. My heart still felt like shattered pieces of glass that was floating in my chest, But at least now it had something to hang unto...Hope. Now it had a reason to beat, And I a reason to live.

I decided something at that moment, Drenched and more dead than alive laying there on the bank... I wasn't going to die. I was going to find them, I knew they were out there, I was too sure to doubt myself. I was not going to die. Not before I saw them again, Not before I said goodbye. Sure as whatever I wasn't going to die.

My ghost stilled itself, Somehow words penetrated the thick,choking darkness I found myself floating in... Somehow the ocean poured steadily out of my lungs... Somehow I took a breathe...Somehow, I had survived.

I couched. My eyes opened a tiny crack, But shut as the light blinded them again... A pressure again came down upon my chest and more water flowed out of my maw. I couched again, I was only just alive...But I was still alive.
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The world is a pinprick of light, Sorrow and pain, 'A burning bright.

Lord Fear dances in the shadows, Black Death awaiting it's strike.

I fear to loose my mind, Yet i'm still waiting for some sign... If i'll be okay.

If this is really right.
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