Poison Path Behind Your Mask

I get the feeling they aren't going to get along. xD

<blockquote>Gone. He woke up to find her gone again. It was really starting to grate on him. His world had changed for a third time, and he was sure it would not be the last time. First he had been born here. Not in this new den his mother had found, but here, on these lands. Then he had been taken away from them and damaged in the process. Life had been alright, he supposed, but seeing his mother so unhappy as they wandered the earth together trying to get back <i>home</i> had been tough. He'd missed out on a lot of things because of that, but he still had his mother to come home to at night and that is what had kept him going. Now though, now they were home. He hated it. He had spent every day with his mother, his entire life. Even though some days he was hiding away, she would come back early or check on him every few hours to make sure he was fine. Now though, now she knew he was "safe" on these lands, she left him for longer and longer periods at a time. Something about pack duty? Something which sounded like bullshit to him. Ergh. He hated it here.

The blonde pup, his so called brother, was a tool. His sister, well he was making some sort of estranged bond with her, but he could never be close to her with such a large lie in the way. Geez, she didn't even know he was her brother all because of that white lady and her lies. Stupid wolf. The very thought of her made his hackles rise along his neck; who the hell was she, going around telling his siblings that she was their mother? Numbing them from a truth he had long ago worked out for himself.
Sure, he didn't know that he actually wanted a family, seeing as he and his mother were so close but with that being spoilt by her and putting his mother "to work" as he saw it, he was getting really annoyed. So much so, that as he left their little den he found himself marching towards the white ladies den.

He reached the area in a short time. His mind being so focused on ill will towards her the trip barely registered, but he was not stupid enough to enter the lair of the white witch. No, instead he plonked his rear upon the entrance and elevated his head. He didn't often call to the sky- only for his mother to know he was safe, but he felt sure the white lady would hear him. His voice left his mouth, smooth like silk and lifted into the air; he sounded just like his father, not that he was aware, but his call was the very essence of the black rouge.

When she came... he was going to give her a piece of his mind, that was for sure. He wanted her to tell the truth and to see his mother more, and to stop hiding away, and, and, and... well, that was about it, but still. He was wired up to moan and she needed to hurry up before he felt like he might explode. His confidence however would soon subside, no doubt when the little white wolf turned up he would end up stuttering and shying away, but that wasn't the point. And at that very moment in time he felt like he could be king of this very land with how much he had to say and how arrogant his mood was.</blockquote>

Athena would be crushed if he hated her ):

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/bluepups/AthenaTable.png);background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top: 200px;padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; text-align:justify;">The white body of the Poison Path leader lay peacefully in her den as the morning light engulfed them. Usually, Athena would already be up and waiting for the sunrise at her little secluded place that she called hers on the mountain, however, today she didn’t have the energy or will to ascend the mountain. Tlarx had left early in the morning, but not before sneaking Athena a quick lick on the cheek. She assumed he was either going out on patrol or a hunt alongside Ava, either way; she was going to relax for a few moments until her duties told her otherwise.

As she lay there, on her side breathing in the musky air within the den, the footsteps of another could be heard outside her den. She thought nothing of it assumed it was just another poisoned wolf exiting the den area. A huffed breath escaped her muzzle, spraying dirt around her in the enclosed den. Her fiery eyes watched the tiny particles float down towards the ground, settling themselves on top of one another. The land outside the den was covered in a blanket of snow; the entrance of the den being the only part affected by the clumping matter, the rest was still covered in a layer of dirt.

However, Athena's relaxation time was going to be cut short by the other presence that was not exiting the den area like she assumed. No, he wanted her and he wanted her now. The howl of the other was easily heard by the Leader, but it wasn’t at all who she would have expected to call for her. The not-so-little-boy anymore, Adonis, was beckoning her – no, he commanding her to come to him. Her head cocked to the side in confusion, but she stood up, stretching her legs out momentarily before walking towards the entrance of her den.

Ears forward, her fiery eyes roved of the young boy as she excited the shadowed cover of her den into the snowy brightest of the outside world. Her forward movements stopped about three lengths away from the black coated child, her posture taking on a relaxed position. There was no need to try to dominate the boy, it would just be silly to do so anyway. Her flaming eyes were still on the boy, “Yes?” she asked, her ebony lips curving into a smile.

|| Ash is welcome to make an appearance in any thread. ||

<blockquote>His confidence was coming in waves as he waited. He wanted to shout at her, call out her lies for everyone to hear but then another side of him spoke quietly, telling him he wasn't brave and he should just be grateful for being here.

She arrived from the den; how had he missed her laying inside? His mind was too preoccupied for any common sense to stir. Her white figure appeared like a ghost from the dark depths of the den and he took a moment to just watch her. She moved gracefully- just like Bella. God. Bella. She didn't know the truth- this white witch had lied to her. She had even lied to his bonehead brother, but his mother had begged him to keep the secret. He was so torn. He wanted her to go away, but he worried if she did she would take his sister with her and his mother would be crushed again.

His eyes flickered back and forth as the turmoil in the brain became evident on his face. He had something burning inside him to let out, but his conscience was telling him to just walk away and slink back into the shadows. Little did he know he was the perfect combination of his parents, both light and darkness, battling to win a never ending war. The light in him told him to keep the peace, spare everyone's feelings and just be a good boy. The darkness in him told him to stand up and be counted, that this was his pack, not hers and that his family deserved to know the truth. So many big choices for one so young.

He finally focused his eyes on her, half of her face a blur whilst the other was crystal clear. Gosh, she looked so nice and friendly. Did he really want to hurt her?
<i>Yes. No</i>

<b>"Why?"</b> was all he could say, but the strength in his voice which had been present before had vanished. It appeared for the moment his use of the force, was pointing towards good. <b>"Why have you lied to them?"</b> he continued, his voice quivering a little as he tried to say the right thing. He looked to her eyes then, searching deep for the answer which he prayed she would give him. It might not be his business, it might not be important, but he just wanted to know the reason why his mother was so sad.

He was a child who truly loved his mother. </blockquote>

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/bluepups/AthenaTable.png);background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top: 200px;padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; text-align:justify;">The boy seemed tense, like something serious needed to be said, but the flickering of his eyes told her he was unsure. Unsure of what? Was he afraid of her? Surely, he couldn’t be. She had done nothing wrong to the young boy, but obviously there was something bothering him. Something that he needed to get out. A moment later, his ghostly grey eyes focused upon her, as he found the confidence within him to speak.

Why? Once the word exited his mouth, her ears flickered back and a quiet huff of breath escaped her muzzle. She knew exactly what he was talking about, but as he continued, and her assumptions were confirmed. The very subject that he wanted her to explain, she had been fretting over for the past months since Naira’s return. She had considered her options, but she never wanted to hurt Bella or Datura. The very thought of hurting them made her sick to her stomach. She debated waiting until they were older where they could handle the news better or having them just find out themselves. However, either way, both of them would be crushed and she never wanted that sort of devastation pushed on to them at such a young age.

Her fiery eyes flickered away from him for a moment as she took a second to collect her thoughts. She needed to speak to Naira about this and make sure both of them were on the same page on how they were going to deal with this. “I don’t want them to be hurt,” she said, her fiery eyes looking once again at those icy blue eyes. Gosh, he looked so much like his father, in every way. She just had to hope that he wouldn’t become just like him.

“You know Bella would be crushed if she found out,” she continued, her voice saddening at the thought of Bella’s devastation. Belladonna would indeed take the news the hardest and Athena would never forgive herself for it. If only Adonis was never stolen away. If only Naira never left. However, Athena wouldn’t be where she was today if those never happened. She would never have met Tlarx. She never would have become Bella and Datura’s motherly figure. Her life would never have been the same if Kanosak had never taken the black cloaked child in the dead of the night.

|| Ash is welcome to make an appearance in any thread. ||

<blockquote>He was glad she cared, truly he was. Things would have been so much worse if she had been an evil step-mother, but that didn't change the fact she had lied to them all. His mother had lied to of course and he wasn't sure why. When they had come here, he had seen how much of a stranger she made herself to her children and let this white wolf continue the lie. He had thought when she saw them again she would just blurt it out and everyone would have a huge family pile up with tears of joy and lots of laughter- the reality was far from the day dream. None of them knew the truth. His mother was just another pack wolf, the lowest of the pack wolves, her position did little to make him feel better about the situation. His mother was a god, his entire belief system was built upon her and her character and he knew she was more than just a lowly wolf. She was a queen, he a prince but their crown had been stripped from both their heads by this big fat liar.

<b>"Then you shouldn't have lied in the first place."</b> he stated simply. The truth being the most obvious path to take to his chivalrous heart; for him, lies were a complication and tended to upset those around him (namely his mother) therefore he would never tell a lie. <b>"You should have told the truth and done the right thing."</b> he continued, but his eyes were now focused on the floor as he thought carefully about his words. His temper was bubbling, but his confidence was too deflated to shout at the moment.

<b>"I spoke to Bella the other day. She- she had no idea who I was."</b> he lifted his head and met her eyes once more, a sadness in their core that had haunted him since the day he had been stolen away. He was so very sad, so very lonely. <b>"She should be my friend... not someone I'm too scared to talk to in case I give away your dirty secret."</b> said his sighing tone as he left her eyes and trailed them to the sky. It was the same as it had been when they spoke for the first time, clear and bright, fresh in his lungs. She had the same affection for the weather as his mother it seemed but they would never be able to share that talent as mere strangers. They were mother and daughter and they should be united as one... and yet he still couldn't be the one to bring his pretty sister's world crashing down. He had a tough start and he knew how it felt to feel alone and betrayed. He certainly wouldn't wish for the same to happen to her.

<b>"Will you ever tell them?"</b> he asked, his head tilted in the same way his father's would have when he asked a question with an answer he was dying to know. He supposed if she wouldn't, he would... not yet, but some day because the lie consumed him and made his beautiful mother stop smiling. She should always smile. She used to, a long time ago. When they had first ventured out. He had only begun to develop his sight the night they were taken, but it didn't take long to see his mothers face clearly. She smiled at him often at the start; full of hope and confidence that they would get home very soon and everything would go back to normal. Yet as the days went on, his smile began to fade until it vanished completely. He felt so guilty for making her sad. If only he hadn't tried to explore. Even when blinded his nose had ventured, wanting to smell everything it could until he ventured too close to the edge and he was taken. He was such a pathetic loser having caused such pain to his family, or the pieces that were left of it. Everything had gone wrong because of him, but looking at this white wolf he felt for a moment that he could right it all if he told the truth. If only he had the guts and the lack of conscience to do it.
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