Lost Lake Always dead and gone

(Alright, I'd prefer someone find him an hour or two after, if not, that's cool, no one even has to find him if ya don't wanna)

Kamota’s eyes lit up with sadness as he patrolled the borders, he felt utterly useless to the pack. He had nothing to offer back to them and so he was now time to take his leave. He was to desert to a distant land. Perhaps he could go back to the mountains; he would never call this place his home. He knew what was coming for him. Perhaps he could provoke Tenzin enough to have his brother do the job. His mind was jumbled with thoughts. He wasn’t paying attention to the floor, but to the stars. He slid on some ice, dropping off a steep cliff at the side of the mountain he was running. He knew that he had been to the mountains, and that he was close to the edge. He fell down to a steep drop.

He landed on sharp and rugged rocks; his body made cracks and snaps. His spine snapped in half from the pressure of the land and he was dead instantly. His thoughts and worries had disappeared, he faded off into the darkness and no one would save him, for no one could save him. He was dark, the body his spirit left, it was limp and he was matted with blood. The sharp rocks had practically impaled him. All of the physical pain was gone. His last thoughts were about his sister. He had been wrong, Namara was more worthy and loyal to Poison Path then he had ever been. Ash had always been after him. He only hoped his sister would forgive him. Always dead and gone, dead and gone.

-Like a phoenix, I rise from the ashes.-
~Anger is a short madness.

Just for the heck of it A little gross though. @Skittles If he wants to join.

Every once in a while her claws would drag along the ground tripping the cream and rust female up. After her encounter with Athena, Anne had been extremely confused. Either thinking about the male who'd bitten her or thinking about this black wolf named Shadowstorm who had hurt her sister. Revenge against those two wolves was her objective, but Anne had no idea that she was quickly coming to the end of the line. The last bad seizure that had taken her was one of only three more to come. Unknowingly Anne continued to step forward to her death wherever that might be.

The male that had tried to help her back then was only a ghost to her, and the rest of the world was turning to demons. Lighter colored wolves in her mind were kind angels whereas anyone with a darker colored coat might set her off on a rampage. She tolerated the angelic spirit that continually radiated a warm aura about him. Why does he care?

She had traveled down the mountain away from Athena looking for either the angry male or this Shadowstorm wolf. However the scent of death crossed her nose. A scent very much like her own that she now carried upon her weak body. The scent scared her. But it also made her hungry...

With foam beginning to drip continuously from her starving jaws Anne ran towards the scent not realizing that it belonged to a wolf. She spotted the body laying crumpled on the ground and her stomach began to do flips. For some reason she was not recognizing the scent as that of her own species. Just some canine like a fox or coyote that had been dead for a number of hours. In her mind she only saw food, and something to gnaw on to relieve that need to bite something. To tear it apart.

With her tail twitching side to side in an almost robotic-like manner she stepped forward and began gnawing on the dead wolfs leg. A few minutes passed and the psycho she wolf had gnawed well down to the bone enjoying the feeling of cracking something under her teeth. Though every time she tried to swallow all she would fine was a huge amount of foam clocking the way and a closed throat. That would send her into fits of choking as she desperately tried to feed off of the carcass.

Skittles didn't usually come out this way, but his thoughts had been especially cloudy today from hunger, which frustrated his ability to make decisions, and resulted in him making different decisions than he normally would. All in all, it meant that he wandered a different route.

He happened across two wolves, one playing with the other's leg. Nothing out of the ordinary there, continue trotting onwards. Wait, was one of them eating sea foam? He stopped to take a look, forcing his eyes to focus. His skin jumped off his bones with the revelation of what he saw. This was the wolf he'd encountered earlier. In fact, they both were. He recognized the submissive one form his run-in with Poison Path. There was a vague memory of Kamota attempting to help the situation, but he had been too dull to understand what was happening.

Instantly, he let himself collapse and roll over, exposing his underbelly and male parts. "I'm not the boss, you're the boss.", he mouthed quickly with fear and a tone of automation, as if he had done it many times before. He had.

When nothing seemed to happen, he became a little braver and tried to watch the man Kamota closer. But still Kamota didn't seem to do anything. Only then did it dawn on him. This man was dead. Dead. He'd been bowing to a dead man. And another man - no, woman - who was eating him alive.

Horror filled him and his stomach reeled. He began to gag, and coughed up a slurry of stomach bile, water, blood, and half a rotting squirrel. Everything was mostly digested, similar to regurgitating for pups.

He hurried to the man and began to dig as best he could, digging directly beneath the man. Of course, this wasn't the best of ways to dig a hole, so the going was slow, dusty, clumbsy, and mostly wasted effort.

"He's dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Poison Path killed him. Like they tried to kill me." ,the gravity that this was Anne, the woman from that day at Poison Path, was only half-realized in his mind as he spoke aloud to no one in particular.

He continued to try to dig a grave beneath the man's body, creating a dust cloud. His vomit lay a few feet away and began to stink.

Her hunger couldn't be satiated. The only thing slipping down her tight throat being varying amounts of foam and saliva. Her growls turned into moans and whimpers as she desperately tried to eat off the dead wolf in vain. When the yellowish white wolf appeared almost magically once more before her she growled lightly at him. Then for some reason the angel began digging underneath her food. WTF.

"Go away!" She snarled stumbling sideways to snap at him. Only she lost her footing and fell at the males right. More whimpers and moans escaped her muzzle as she began coughing up blood, foam, and bits of wolf fur. Tears streamed down her face as the cream and gray she wolf gave up eating and began dragging herself away once more from a perfectly good meal.

"Why does everything have to hurt? Why.. why.. oh why.. can't death just take me.. I want to die.. DIE....DIE...DIE!" She pouted throwing a tantrum and began squirming around on the ground furthering the pain in her back and joints.

After a few minutes Anne calmed down and began gnawing on her own leg trying to distract the pain from her throat onto her leg. It worked. Now her leg hurt. Then the cream she wolf turned her gaze to the angel. Why can't he take me?

"Mr... wolf..wolf...why can'd ya tak meh doeday? day..dai..die..Ianna die.." She wept calling out to Skittles. Anne wanted the angel that was following her to take her life already. Perhaps somewhere deep in her mind she might have wondered why the pain was so long and drawn out. Was she being punished for something bad? For not being a proper wolf?

Skittles' mind was in a swivet. Here, there were two wolves that he knew and had met. One was dead. The other, he realized, was eating the corpse. This was not a realization he wanted to make, and his now-empty stomach churned and threatened again to empty its nonexistent contents. Skittles tried all the harder to dig beneath the body. It would hardly be a suitable grave, but in his state of confusion from lack of food and overwhelming circumstances, it seemed like the only thing that there was to do. When the woman snarled at him to go away, instincts kicked in. He sprang backwards as if he were standing on hot coals, and quickly dropped to the ground and rolled onto his belly. "I'm NOT the boss!", he half-shouted at her in frustration and submission again. He felt himself loosing his balance so he began to paddle, as if riding an upside-down bicycle. It didn't help, and he flopped over harshly on his side. He struggled to get up and managed to with great effort. When one was starving to death, everything was an effort. Anne was throwing a tantrum now, wiggling all around, but to Skittles, the action looked like a scent roll combined with fervent itching. He hesitantly stepped forwards and tried to clip his teeth into her fur, acting as a sort of comb, though intent on just barely meeting the surface of her skin. To itch another wolf was the least he could do. He noticed Anne had a back end, complete with a tail. "Are you in heat?", he asked. "I can talk.", he added. Wolves, and their domesticated cousins dogs, are creatures of pattern. Skittles had learned that whenever someone was yelling. they would be attacking next, and thus trying to kill him. Those were not friendly wolves, but angry, hostile wolves, who would eat him alive. Anne had not attacked him, and though she had a raised voice at first, she and had gone on to speak in a more docile tone. Not yelling only came from friendly wolves. Therefore, Anne was a friendly wolf, his friend. "You're my friend. You're not going to die right now. Everyone dies, but it takes a long time. If all you do is think about dying, then life is about dying. Think about living and life is about living. This is the way things were meant to be. It isn't nice to eat other wolves or yourself.", he nodded first towards the body of Kamota, and then to her own paw. His tone was completely calm, and it served to help calm him down, too. "If you are hungry, then I'll feed you." He quickly scampered off into a nearby grove of trees. There was no sign of him at first. Then, all of a sudden, there was a squirrel looking behind it in terror as it bolted forwards, heading straight towards Anne. When it realized Anne was in front of it, it was so close that Anne need only open and close her jaws for a meal. It was a lucky break for Skittles, and purely coincidence. He had been living off of almost everything but fresh meat and here he had ushered a squirrel nearly into Anne's mouth? Skittles' luck was like that. He returned to Anne, worried that his hunt had been unsuccessful, with empty jaws and a sorrowful look.

THANK YOU JACCY

The angel made her trip. That was it. That's why she fell and couldn't get up. Stubideh ongel.. Her eyes closed as she endured the pain streaking through her skull. She didn't hear much of what Skittles had said. Asking whether she was in heat nor the first half of his words about death. She caught his voice half way through barely being able to understand him. The girls mind becoming like a sloshing ocean as she tried to pick out the meanings of each word that he spoke.

"do is think about dying, then life is about dying. Think about living and life is about living. This is the way things were meant to be. It isn't nice to eat other wolves or yourself."

His words finally rang clear in her mind after a few minutes of struggling to interpret them. By that time Skittles had already left to get her some food. Food that she wouldn't even be able to eat.

As she lay there just thinking about life, death, and pain Anne looked up to see a rabbit's face not three inches away from her snout. An instinctive reaction to the prey had her body lunging forward to grab it. Her teeth sunk into the creatures hind end, but she had not grabbed it in the right place. The rabbit twisted around and began clawing at her muzzle and biting at her lips. Almost in the same instant that she bit down and tasted the rabbit did the foam start to well up again into her throat. Coughing and sputtering while the rabbit clawed at her face Anne was forced to let go of its back leg.

The rabbit scampered off awkwardly on three legs with Anne's slimy foam beginning to course through its open wounds. One more animal was to add to rabies death list while Anne coughed and choked on her own saliva. Another whimper slipped her her muzzle after a few moments of calming down. Then she looked over to the yellow wolf who'd tried to help her. Her eyes were pleading, but there was nothing he could do for her. Somewhere deep inside she knew this and did not speak up for help again. Instead she dragged her gaze off his and began walking slowly towards the forest and the lowlands that were called the Wildwood.

An image of the wolf who bit her flashed across her mind again. The want to drag her fangs slowly across his flesh and teach him a deadly lesson pushed her forward into the trees. Terra would search for the male who had made her this way. She would kill him surely. Kill..

Kill

The lady with a saliva problem caught and bit the rabbit, but dropped it. It got away. She'd said very little, and seemed sad. Her look of sadness was enough to satisfy him that she had tried. And then, she had begun to walk away. He'd said he'd help her, but now she was leaving. Perhaps she was wanting him to follow? Skittles felt bad for her. She was clearly in pain, unhappy, and most miserable. Like him. He felt sure that what she needed was a nice pack to call home, nurse her back to health, and feed her. In fact, Hotei and himself had begun the first steps towards such a goal, but they lacked a female. He'd promised Hotei that Hotei could have the female and thus be the alpha. And then they would have a pack. All this work so that Skittles wouldn't have to continue to try to join a pack to prevent starving to death. But a deal was a deal, and any female would do. And here scampered off such a species... First things first. Skittles quickly trotted back to the corpse of Kamota and resumed his digging beneath the body. It was hard work and his paws weren't used to digging so much, so they hurt after a while. When he was satisfied, Kamota was mostly in a pit. It wasn't nearly as much work to push the loose dirt back into the hole, to cover Kamota's body. "Ah-heh-he hem." , he paused for lack of speeches in the deceased's eulogy. "Words words word words. Be at peace.", he finished. Task complete, his next goal had wandered off. He hurried to catch up to Anne, hoping to steer her towards where he'd last spoken with Hotei, so Anne could be their alpha female.

THANK YOU JACCY

-- exit --

(This post was last modified: Apr 05, 2013, 04:57 PM by Skittles.)

Her paws carried her somewhat swiftly across the ground. Anne tripped on a root or stone every so often and took many stops to pause and rest. Drool slipped from her tawny muzzle onto the snow covered ground. Anne's head hung low drooping towards the ground with no spare energy to lift it; while her tail echoed her bodies low stature almost dragging along the top of the snow.

Meanwhile the air around the two wolves stilled and the birds stopped singing as they saw the two predators traveling by. A deathly silence would follow the ill leading wolf wherever she may go. Death in its dark cloak hovering just behind her as Terra makes her way towards Southern Eden. Ever waiting for the finale to take poor Anne from this world.

The question is. Will she be able to complete her mission before her time is up?

(Exit)