Luna Hill Hiss to Me Your Deepest Desires

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/bluepups/PandoraTable3.png);background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:290px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;">

Dawn crept along the thorns of the blackberry bushes silently. A strong, metallic black shape trotted freely among the twists and turns that were the gaps inbetween the forest. She was heading out of the ghastly woods, deciding to find a new place to explore. Her tail raised in the air, curled at the tip like she was dominating the area around her. Her every step was regal and elegant. Her head raised in the air pridefully, and her black nose was shiny as it shivered for a scent of meat. The silence warmed her bones peacefully. Pandora seemed sweet and harmless in the dawn's light, prancing around and sniffing the air. But she had different things going on in her mind. Who would she make her minion? These lands were vast in wolves. She could sense them walking around everywhere. But they seemed to avoid each other whenever they could. This the black princess couldn't understand this survival strategy one bit. Wolves were stronger in numbers.

If this was true, than why hadn't she discovered a pack yet? Her paws itched with curiosity to find these groups and learn about them. Something told her that they wouldn't be so open about themselves as she would hope. Annoyance ran through her veins, causing her to growl-roar at a little raven that was pecking at a fruit. It flew off, sounding an alarm to all the animals around her. Great, she thought, now they'll all be gone in their holes. Pandora stomped the ground with a single paw, snarling with her hunger. Lately, in the past few days, she had gained weight, and her fur got shinier. Back to her prime.

(This post was last modified: Nov 07, 2012, 07:50 PM by Pandora.)

(OOC, sorry this ones so short)

Hollow padded along through the fields, enjoying himself, head at a proud tilt, tail relaxed, he was happy, and calm for the moment. He reveled in his strength, enjoyed the solidity of his frame. He was a strong wolf, he was proud. He saw a black shape silhouetted against a growing dawn sky, Hollows pace didn't slow, his nose told him she was a female a little older than he. He heard her growl at a distance, and saw a raven flutter away. Even from here he heard the frustration, he approached as she stomped on the ground and snarled. He sat down and gazed evenly at her,

<b>"Rough night?"</b> he gave a little growl of laughter. He saw hunger in her movements so he sympathized with her, he was hungry once too.<b>"Seems the prey doesn't like to run the fields here this early, any that does is usually small anyways."</b> He realized had not yet introduced himself,<b>"My name is Hollow by the way"</b> he gave a respectful nod to the other.

(This post was last modified: Nov 07, 2012, 11:18 PM by Hollow.)

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/bluepups/PandoraTable3.png);background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:290px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;">

The strong, elegant shape lingered, looking ahead until she spotted a well-built wolf. He was dark pelted and confident-looking. Her eyes burning like a cigar, sinking deep into his skin. The wolf sat down and gazed evenly at her. She could see it in his eerie-colored eyes, He's trying to be cool, Pandora thought, lashing her tail before raising it high. "Rough night?" She felt his mocking laugh prickle and prod at her pelt furs. She stepped forward slowly, baring her fangs. She was about ready to pounce.

"Seems the prey doesn't like to run the fields here this early, any that does is usually small anyways." The younger male tried to tell her nicely that she wasn't going to catch anything. That she was so dim-minded and weak that she couldn't catch her own meals? He thought she was weak. That's when she decided that he deserved payback. To his words, Pandora said nothing. She had nothing to say to him. "My name is Hollow by the way." The other individual murmured, dipping his broad head. Pandora scoffed. "Pandora." The dark she-wolf's voice sounded cocky, and it resembled the quality of dark, tainted glass. She stayed silent and un-conversational.

Hollow, she thought, that reminds me of something...someone... The she-wolf narrowed her eyes and studied the wolf's features. He had a pitch-black pelt. The few patches of brown and gray were noticeable if she watched enough. Her eyes flickered with interest. Hollow was the name that her old parents had dearly loved. While her mother was curled in a den, pregnant with a small litter that wasn't even expected to live. Her real parents, ones she barely remembered. She blinked a few times. No, that couldn't be. It wasn't. This bastard had a relation to her! I mean, look at his eyes, she thought as she tried to comfort her disturbed self.

"Hah! What am I thinking?!" The black woman growled a chuckle, horrified with thinking about the bittersweet truth. Had her parents really moved on without her, lived their lives and had that litter without even looking for their lost daughter? A sore, bitter anger filled her bones. Why me?

Hollow wondered at her words, she was talking like she'd gone crazy. She offered her name, Pandora. something in that name he should know, but it wasn't clicking yet. She was agitated clearly, by her demeanor, Hollow really couldn't afford a fight, she was about his size, even if he thought he could take her, unnecessary injury wouldn't bode well. Her scent told him something interesting, she smelled, almost familiar, which was strange, it was on the edge of making sense but just out of reach, her name and scent still weren't clicking, but he knew they should. He took in her appearance jet black, green eyes that matched the ring in his, Then a memory shook him, his parents, a lost cub, the first move before he was born, they were foggy. Still nothing, damn,

<b>"Didn't mean to offend you Pandora"</b>, Hollow said, dipping his head low once more. he flicked his busy tail and shook off some of the dawn chill settling upon his broad shoulders. His eyes grew dark as the journey he had taken from his first home attacked him once more, as it did when he saw hungry, or weak, wounded wolves.<b> "The prey stay off of the plains until daybreak, I know what going hungry is like, I would never deny anyone better knowledge of where to catch the fattest mouse."</b> His tone light, his words fumbled slightly he didn't see much hope in brightening Pandora, his mind had recessed into itself again he was thinking, why is this wolf so familiar. The journey south... it was screaming at him but he couldn't hear it in the deepest recess of his ind a memory was awakening, but he just couldn't catch it.

He gazed one more at Pandora, pitch black pelt, green eyes, the scent, her age they all meant something. Then a full blown flashback flared in his vision.<i> Hollow was very young curled at his mothers side, and listened to her talk to his father in sorrowful murmurs."I still miss her so, do you think she made it somewhere safe?" His response low and just as laden with sadness as hers, "We can only hope my dear, that she made it to some kind of safety." Little Hollow rolled over against his mothers belly, "Momma who is lost?" he panicked for a moment and made sure his brother and sister were both still safely next to him. Her gaze softened as she gazed at her little cub, "Your sister Hollow, she was lost in the snow up north, we waited until we couldn't for you and your brother and sister would not have survived the winter." We miss your sister Pandora dearly.</i> Hollows eyes snapped open wide, and he asked tentatively, <b>"Pandora, where are you from?"</b>

(This post was last modified: Nov 11, 2012, 05:35 AM by Hollow.)

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/bluepups/PandoraTable3.png);background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:290px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;">

The bitter she-wolf lashed her tail irritably. Her emerald green eyed sauntered over the blackberry bushes hungrily. Her shimmery pitch-black pelt glittered shamelessly as she shook her broad head with disbelief. Her fur prickled with uneasiness as the wolf seemed to offer a sincere apology. Her nose twitched as it scented the air gingerly for something, ... anything to feed her and soothe her shrinking body. "Didn't mean to offend you Pandora." Hollow shook his pelt as he spoke, sending cold dewdrops and mist towards the other individual before him. She didn't believe that, but she didn't respond to him anyways. Annoyance swept through her like a tsunami. Pandora didn't want to just sit. She had the urge to move and run. The feeling was so sudden.

Maybe it was because she felt like a storm was coming. That was her only instinct: to run and brace for the incoming floodwaters. Her heart raced, and she seemed to just ignore everything Hollow seemed to gobble about after that. He seemed to space out as well, leaving silence in their wake. She backed away slowly and watched him look into the distance timidly. Time seemed to pass like a snail. But as soon as he asked the question, she knew the storm was approaching quicker than she pondered. "Pandora, where are you from?"" This inquiry left the maiden fairly lost for words. Her dark, murderous eyes averted to Hollow. It was obvious the discovery they just made, like archaeologists searching for fossils in the deepest ocean with no equipment but their memories.

"You don't think-" The evil-spirited she-wolf spat sharply, breaking off and floating away like glaciers in the Arctic Ocean. No! She would not submit to this. All of the REAL siblings she knew of were south...long gone. "Look, Hollow, sorry to burst your over-sized bubble for a brain, but I don't like openly talking about my past."

<i>"Look, Hollow, sorry to burst your over-sized bubble for a brain, but I don't like openly talking about my past."</i> Hollow didn't even flinch and Pandora's hostile words, he expected that answer from the female. She looked as if she was ready to tear out of her skin, almost vibrating he could almost feel the pent up energy coming off her pelt in waves, she wanted to <i>run</i>. Why though Hollow wondered what could she possibly be afraid of? His hackles rose slightly and his lips drew back almost involuntarily, and he scanned the fields, looking for anything that may be hiding, there was nothing. Has the dangerous glint left his eye he realized he couldn't tell if this wolfs demeanor had caused it or if he truly thought something was watching them.

The angry and almost violent look in her eyes, told him tenfold what she had already spoken. But something inside Hollow almost wanted to say, <i>sister?</i> but he knew she would only berate him further but his mind began backtracking, maybe he was wrong, after all who was Hollow but a lone wolf, he had seen his parents bleed. Pandora was nothing but a memory he couldn't even be sure existed, maybe it was a coincidence this wolf shared the same name. All Hollow wanted was that companionship, of knowing you had blood kin that would be there for you. His eyes and ears fell, <b>"I'm sorry Pandora, I... I thought you were someone else, I must be going insane out here alone, I bet my damned parents never lived up north anyways."</b> He thought for sure that all of it had been true but it could have been nothing but a lie if Pandora didn't even entertain the idea in the least.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/bluepups/PandoraTable3.png);background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:290px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;">

My oh my your getting under my skin
don't know why I'm always letting you in.

Pandora Roman had never felt so brash in her life. She wanted to bite his face off. It was an odd feeling, the knowing of something that you could no time to worry for. She simply could not afford another piece of the family to care for. She had killed the lunatics that took her in and molded her the way she was. Uptight. Hostile. Wrong. Assertive: all traits that they had somehow passed down to her. In that same moment, she couldn't help but wonder what her real parents were like. Were they soft-spoken, loving, supportive? Something told her this could be true, seeing Hollow so calm and soft.

Her eyes did not bother to watch the other wolf, who was standing as well. She could see his bright white fangs glint in the sun out of the corner of her eye, but her emerald-surrounded pupils unfocused spacily. The world from the mask of hatred that was Pandora eased for a few moments while she took this all in. So, it was easy as that? You wander into a blackberry field and meet your long-lost brother? Small world, she guessed.

The black wolf's head shot a look at Hollow and her eyes finally adjusted to the brightening lights. Her tail thumped the ground once and she finally replied with a dry throat, "I guess not, Hollow. You must be wrong. Because my real parents that raised me from a pup are dead. I killed them. And the people that you think I biologically came from are probably dead too. Aren't they? Are our parents dead? Do you have any other siblings?"

{I} "I guess not, Hollow. You must be wrong. Because my real parents that raised me from a pup are dead. I killed them. And the people that you think I biologically came from are probably dead too. Aren't they? Are our parents dead? Do you have any other siblings?"[/] So he was right, this bad tempered dark wolf was really the Pandora his parents had spoken of when he was a pup. As Hollow stood there staring at her the winds in his mind shifted almost on a whim, he felt his heart thump faster. They would be happy to know that Pandora was safe and alive, and he hoped that somehow they knew. Now at hand here was Pandora asking him about there siblings. His face darkened, he knew the answer, always the answer. <b>"No. Murdered by a group of rouges who took our parents life as well, had I not strayed from the den as well I would have been taken too."</b>

He had much more information to give but he couldn't find words, his mind had slipped back to memories once again, they were beginning to fade, the bad parts were hazy. only his warm den and their parents memories remained clear. <b>"I never knew our real last name either, or their first name, just mine. They were wonderful parents, and they always told me how our father spent weeks pacing the snow looking for you. They always told me that mother Howled for you for 3 days at dawn, noon, and dusk, when we left she howled her sadness until we were born.</b> He didn't know how Pandora would take it but he hoped it would soothe some part of the dark she wolf. <b>"I could always see the sadness when she talked about you Pandora'</b>

She swiveled her ears in his direction "No. Murdered by a group of rouges who took our parents life as well, had I not strayed from the den as well I would have been taken too." Pandora stifled a growl of disagreement. The words stung her frosty pelt like a bee sting. It felt like an electric shock to her. Now she knew that there was no hope for her family. Her brother was a softie. He's completely useless, she thought. Her emerald green eyes moved away from his face as images filled her mind of her parent's throats getting ripped out by sluggish rogue wolves who didn't care one bit that they were ruining wolves' lives. But the next thought was really tragic. She had done the same thing to her siblings out of her own desire, but she hadn't felt a single bit guilty about it. She didn't care though. A joyous smile reached her onyx black lips. She had freed herself from that prison of a family on her own. It felt good.

She laughed blissfully and then turned her attention to Hollow, who seemed to be getting emotional. She scoffed. Pandora tuned in to what he was saying "I never knew our real last name either, or their first name, just mine. They were wonderful parents, and they always told me how our father spent weeks pacing the snow looking for you. They always told me that mother Howled for you for 3 days at dawn, noon, and dusk, when we left she howled her sadness until we were born. I could always see the sadness when she talked about you Pandora. The male version of herself spoke about her parents with such a realism that it made Pandora almost wish that she was there to see her parents face-to-face. That brought her to wonder how much Hollow loved his family. "So...Hollow, if you could talk to your parents one more time...what would you say to them? Ask them?"

(This post was last modified: Dec 27, 2012, 05:55 AM by Pandora.)

Hollow could tell by the disappointed look on Pandora's face she was not happy with having a brother who wasn't as callous as she but he wouldn't let that get him angry. No there was no reason, just because she hated the world did not mean he had to. Still it was nice to know he had found a sibling, that maybe one day there paths could cross once more and he would be more proud, and less beaten down by life's hard journey. Though now he was hardly anything to be proud of, only recently returning to his own strength. But still the fact remained he had found her.

The question she posed caught Hollow off guard, he had never thought of that, what could he say if he could see them once more. At first there was nothing but the sound of wind, the breath of his copy stirring the air. If only she had known their parents maybe she wouldn't be so angry at everything. Still Pandora hadn't and she was the way she was and the more he thought the more it didn't matter. Hollow was very tired of running away from it an now that he had found Pandora and knew his bloodline would not be lost it was an easy answer. "All I would tell them is that I am happy they were my parents, they were good parents, and to tell mother that I found her lost Pandora and not to worry anymore. My only wish is that they are resting well." As he spoke his heart felt a weight come off of it as he knew he would be able live a full life even without his parents.
{Fade out}

(This post was last modified: Jan 18, 2013, 06:53 AM by Hollow.)