Whisper Marsh Silent Scream (M)

(My apologies for my writing being rusty. Please note that this is supposed to cover my 5 months of absence so it is very long. Do not feed the need to write a long post in response. Please feel free to hop right in if you'd like, all welcome! <3 Labeled for mature content because Danica attacks Nia )

The memory was still bitter fresh within her memory, a haunting nightmare in her sleep...(start of flashback) White paws had hit the ground in even strides, the force behind them propelling the growing yearling forward at a threatening speed. Her jaws were tightened around the limp rabbit in which the scattered brained female had somewhat forgotten about. Instead she pushed herself onward, where was she? Where was Caelia? Nostrils flared with the potent stench of coyote burning them. The pale girl had been following suit for a hot minute...but the scent was no longer fresh. It had seemed the event had taken place when the sun was still high, but now the moon had traded places. Nothing seemed right. The unfamiliar smell of another wolf and the band of coyotes. It didn't settle well with her. Not one bit. But she had already ran so far...and the tracks...they were confusing. Nia had never tried following anything this far out. Tears begun to well up on the brim of her eyelids but she swallowed back all emotion. She didn't have time for her feelings.... (End flash back)

Ni Ni had noticed the subtle changes in her mother before Caelia had disappeared, how she seemed to daze out into another world from time to time. Or forgot simple little things or lost her train of thought ending a sentence abruptly without noticing. It hadn't bothered her too much back then, she simply brushed it off figuring it was part of her mother's weird personality and intense mood swings. However, when...Caelia was taken by the coyotes...Danica had taken a turn for the worse. It was as if her memory had been scattered into a million pieces. Some days she was fully aware, others she was but a helpless child, then others she seemed unaware of everything. She didn't even know Nia's name at times. She would call out for wolves the girl didn't even know of. It was odd, but the loyalty of the brutal woman's daughter shone through. While Nia wasn't the main caretaker for her small family, she was the main provider and with Caelia gone and Danica...lost...she had become the sole provider.

Taking care of her mother, searching for Nia in free time, and scarcely catching up on sleep had taken a toll on the
young wolf. She was constantly exerting herself and biting back all of the bottled emotions, hiding them deep within herself. She had no time for her feelings. No time to rest. She had to find her sister and take care of their mother. It was her responsibility, her duty, her purpose. She could not loose her sister so soon, so young.

However, even that did not keep Nia searching all the time. After some time she assumed the child dead, looking less and less often. The empty feeling in her chest dropping her heart further and further as night after night she found nothing...

A day came eventually when Nia found an oddly familiar scent where it did not belong. She had been hunting when it hit her, drew her in, tempted her to come closer. She couldn't though. Her paws were as if frozen to the ground though her heart longed for answers. Her mind told her no, if it really was Caelia surrounded by all those unfamiliar scents she had to be better off. Their mother...she was not right in her head. And her temper was fierce. Nia had escaped her mother's jaws many a times, but a few light scars were placed on her legs, shoulders, and flanks from close calls. The woman was too unpredictable to bring that upon the child. So Ni Ni left, not even truly knowing better herself, but taking the decision upon herself in attempt to better Cjay.

Nia continued to grow and mentally she grew up faster than what she probably should have. The once careless free princess had learned more and more as time went that the world was cruel. She longed for the days gone of her father and twin beside her. She longed for the warm and cozy night curled beside her mother and little sister. How precious were those memories...but atlas she was alone with the ghost of a wolf to tend for. What had become of her mother? Why did she stare into space for hours at end on some days? Her only response being who are you and yes or no. Mostly just who are you over and over. She would ask, Nia would tell, she would smile then her face would drop into void for a few minutes then it all started once more. Was her memory...leaving? What was wrong with her? Nia didn't understand but she didn't leave her mother. There were brief moments she would consider it, but she couldn't bring herself to it. Instead she moved her mother den to den to avoid the coyotes and tended to her as needed.

Today was different though. Danica seemed to know everything, and was in a bad way. She groaned and grumbled about how much she ached and about how Nia was such a backtalker. The yearling continuously tried to please her mother and settle the woman all the while encouraging her to stay inside. It didn't go as planned though as the still somewhat burly woman lost her temper, shoving Nia over onto her back in a rage. Saliva spread across the girl's pale muzzle as snarls filled the air, wide emerald globes starred back in utter fear. "Momma stop!" She pleaded but it was as if her mother was lost in hatred, her eyes dark and stormy. She hovered over the submissive child with her banner raised and teeth bore.

The sting of teeth met the soft flesh of her muzzle, a burning sensation accompanied by warm blood. Nia screamed as much as one could with their maw forced shut. She wiggled and attempted to fight against the wolf who now seemed a stranger merciless grip. Teeth bit down hard onto her muzzle the sensation near to unbearable as they raked across her muzzle. Danica forced her face into the dirt, the rumble coming from her chest enough to send chills down the child's spine. Nia's whimpers lasted for the whole occurrence, which lasted several minutes, as Danica held her there with nothing to say. The pain begun to grow numb as they staid there intertangled in combat. After so long Nia had placed her paws onto the older wolf and begun pushing on her but Dani's grip only tightened.

Her mother's attack only ended when Nia managed to kick at Dani's gimpy leg, causing the older woman to stumble backwards. Nia had turned in a flash to run away....

Nia had returned to the spot a few times to see that her sister's scent was still lingering but she had never drawn this close. She didn't know what she was doing here. Blood dripped slowly off her muzzle. The wind blew her fur every which was as a light dusting a snow came steadily to the ground. All of her emotions seemed to come forth at once, the whirlwind of emotional pain and anger attempting voicing itself in one long continuous cry "Caeliaaaaaaaaaa!" But atlas her voice was nothing more than a quiet squeal. The sound barely lifting above the softly howling wind. Ni Ni was left there, standing alone, staring towards the lagoon. She stood at the edge of the marshlands with a pained expression. The longing within her heart tugged at her to move forward, but her mind willed her not to. She felt frozen and helpless in what to do. She could not bring her problems upon the child...but to see Cjay...to know she was well...

(This post was last modified: Nov 04, 2018, 03:56 PM by Nia.)

OOC: Just going to drop Sen in here :P

To think that it would start snowing. It was a lovely indicator that the seasons were changing that those long lovely nights would soon be here. Sen couldn't wait. He didn't mind the cold or the way it could bite through his pelt. The pleasure of being able to slip through the trees like one of the shadows overrode all that. The only thing he was that during the day the snow would light everything up and make it all the brighter. Make it harder for him to slink about as he pleased but the days would be ever so short and the nights ever so long.

Striding through the wind with little purpose Sen thought he could hear a shout. Possibly a scream. It wasn't a good sound for someone to make. Curiosity drove him to find the source. To see if he was imaging things or if someone was actually hurt of being hurt. What would he do if someone were toying with another? Maybe join. Maybe watch. All depended on what sort of show he found and what he did find disappointed.

A lone wolf staring out across the land her pale coat appearing to be a mixture of hues. A harsh contrast to his own dark coat. The only thing that made her mildly interesting was the scent of blood that came off her and how it dripped down her face. A face that held a pained expression. One that he had seen before on other wolves.

She was hurting and broken.

Weak.

(This post was last modified: Nov 09, 2018, 08:04 PM by Sen. Edit Reason: typo )

A nearby creek is full to the brim with fish. +3 Health

(I'm sorry this is so bad! I'm rlly rusty haha. Thanks for replying)

The fea slowly turned to look at him, her face falling stoic. The blood continued to dribble down her face as she stared into his eyes daringly. Her body wasn't tense, but remained tall and composed. Her tail blew limply in the wind to curl slightly around her tail. Ni Ni's posture was mostly mutual if not slightly proud and she chose to maintain eye contact. What did he want? Nia could feel the need to react defensively bubbling up within her, but she remained quiet. Reacting with emotions never helped her mother, so why would it help her? That didn't mean she would back down though.

Nia had stood still for a long moment before questioning him, "Who are you?"

OOC: Your good and sorry about this post

He watched impassive to her pain. It meant absolutely nothing to him unless he let it. He toyed with the idea of seeing if he could break her more. Make that pained expression go even further down the depths of despair. A tempting idea as she turned to face him while composing herself. He waited to see what she would do. She seemed to want to appear strong but he had already seen her pain and knew that it lurked beneath the current facade she presented.

Silence reigned as the two of them stared at each other waiting for someone to make the first move, ask the first question. It seemed as if they would stay that way for a bit but she broke down and spoke. Her words filling the void between them asking who he was.

Sen let out a snort before baring his teeth in a sharp-edged smile. I've been called various things pest, cur, mutt....demon. He flicked his ear absently as his face smoothed. But to you? Simply another wanderer. He hadn't quite decided what to do with the lone wolf before him. She was weak, yes but she also had a bit of strength in her. Build her up or break her down or was he going to simply walk away? Decisions decisions.

(This post was last modified: Nov 29, 2018, 05:51 PM by Sen.)

(It's alright haha...I think this is going to be interesting.)

Nia waited impatiently, eyes narrowing in suspicious anticipation as she waited an answer from the dark furred male. Maybe he she should have been intimidated by him, he wasn't much bigger than her but he looked gruff. He had a few scars here and there and his eyes were strange. Nia wondered how and why they were two different colors, but most importantly, she hadn't decided if she liked his bi-colored eyes or not. Her lips crinkled back at first in distaste, but smoothed back out as she listened to him. Demon? What a dark sounding word. Nia had heard her mom say weird things about "demons" but she wasn't well informed on the subject.

Another wanderer? Another wolf with itchy paws that held that odd deep desire to explore the world. She could never fully understand, despite her siblings and mother's wanderlust she lacked. She wanted to belong somewhere, with someone, she liked to be with others and exploring seemed lonesome. Perhaps with someone it wouldn't be as bad, but she rolled her eyes at the thought of being just another wanderer. That would just be what she would call him though she supposed.


After a moment she finally spoke, "Demon?" Her posture changed a bit, ears flattened with hackles slightly raised. There was an intrigued curiosity to her but was more overwhelming so untrusting. She took a step towards him, showing her teeth momentarily as if to warn him not to fuck with her, then took another. Slowly and cautiously Nia moved towards the male till she was not in his personal space but somewhat close. She looked him over with narrowed eyes, then stretched her muzzle out to smell him before retracting it quickly. "Seem like a normal shit bag to me." She scuffed half playfully. Ni Ni could try all she wanted to seem indifferent and harsh, but her innocent child-like nature had a way of sneaking out at times.

OOC: Mobile post

Her lips curled up as he spoke but they smoothed as he finished. An interesting reaction from someone who wasn’t. What word had it been to catch her attention? He had to wait a moment for her to speak and in that time she had rolled her eyes. The word she did speak was the last of the nicknames some had given him.<I>Demon</I> Probably one of the most ineteresting things he had been called.

Sen watched apparently impassive as she approached hackles raised and teeth flashing in warning. Inside he was squirming with a mixture of irritation and desire to sink his fangs into her pale hide. Raising her hackles was one thing but baring her fangs at him? Threatening him? That wasn’t something he liked at all.

Her next words sounded as if they were meant to be insulting but the tone was all wrong. Too soft and playful to be taken seriously. He let out a short bark of laughter. Maybe if she hadn’t tried to warn him to stay in his place he would have found it more entertaining but she had already caused a black mark to appear against her and Sen had no reason to make it go away.<b>Too bad this <i>shit bag</i> just decided he doesn’t like your pretty little fangs being bared his way.</b> His own teeth bared into a sharp edged smile as his tail arched upward. A threatening step forward was taken as a warning growl vibrated in his chest.

She had two options as he saw it submit to him and he wouldn’t try to tear into her hide or be stubborn and fight him and then they would see just who could put who in place.