{Careful now;} Faith & Sekrador {we're losing.}

[Faith]

Sitting, Waiting. I've got this feeling that's all I'll ever be doing. This light that blinds me it seems to be coming from the sun but I can't tell. I never could. Where am I now? To be so alone, I must have done something wrong. No, never, I was just born. That was wrong enough.

The thoughts faded from the wolfs mind, like some forgotten bird they were ignored. A sigh escaped her, a release of breath. She stood out against the collection of tan and grey flat stones. Her white fur like a misplaced patch of snow. The warmpth they gave her kept her calm, and the snakes seemed to ignore her well enough. Then again, she had only run into two and those now lay dead somewhere - she forgot where. Eyes of clouded blue gazed into the forest, into the dappled sunlight of some other world. Her head resting on her paws didn't move, only processed information for a thousand different sights and sounds. Colors and noises. The call of a bird a few feet to the left in what seemed to be a brillantly colored oak. The small footsteps of the mouse much farther to the right, no doubt gathering some form of food to keep himself fat during the winter. The scent of tree sap, from where she couldn't tell - it was too stale and had already spread all over the place. The faint scent of rotting meat, the snakes of course. She pulled her ears back, bordom giving her no reason to move.

"Something tells me... today is going to be exactly like the rest. Boring and uneventful." She paused, catching the scent of a wolf.

Interesting....

She closed her eyes, letting her ears take over and her nose try to pinpoint where the scent had come from.

Let's hope this wolf isn't a in the mood for a fight. I do so hate getting my claws dirty. She yawned, slowly and lazily. If he wants to come, he'll come. My scent is everywhere and if I can smell him he already knows I'm here. I won't bother to hunt him.

She sighed again, letting the bordom seep back into her mind.

Another day. Another wolf.

[Sekrador]

searing with pain, crawling in an limp form, Sekrador was on the brink of screaming. the battle with Storm almost killed him, yet he managed to defeat him, but just barely. he checked himself for the midnight-knows-what time to his injuries 'both right legs broken, a rib broken, and a sprained paw. not too bad, it will heal.' all he could remember after the fight started, was light, a feeling of pure hatred and fury, and then everything turned red. not the red that comes with autumn leaves, blood red. then he screamed. he never felt this pain before, because no mortal dared challenge him. screaming with all his might, thats when the fight ended. ' now storm is either dead, or dying, because the injuries inflicted were fatal, and not been possible to survive.' he thought. "AGH!!!!" just then he screamed. then a scent came, wolf yes, but after smelling storm, he could tell it wasn't part of the pack. it surrounded him, a sweet smell. like the smell of sunflowers, white doves, and the cove. peaceful, and happy.he crawled toward the smell, whimpering, and needing rest.
ooc;; do u want storm dead or not? well you actually might not have..... so maybe i did it wrong, sorry.

[Faith]

She pulled her ears back, standing up quickly. She moved silently, her footsteps picking their way through the dirt covered stones. The wolf had crawled into the clearing just barely, and the scent of blood was beginning to make her sick. She stood next to him, her eyes looking at him with a careless attitude. Pushing her ears forward, she noticed the faint scent of one of her brothers but the blood was too much to tell.

"It looks like you've been mauled by a bear." She chuckled, sitting down next to him. "Or've gone through a wood chipper...." She let out a low growl, finally noticing the scent of her brothers blood. "Or.." She stood again. "You've run into Storm...." She glared at him, suddenly she seemed to care enough to show emotion.

[Sekrador]

*cough cough* "Storm is your brother? he has suffered severe injuries, and as you see, so have i..." he muttered, then coughed up blood "do you... care.... for your brother?" he manged to get out before he almost vomited blood up "as you can see, VERY severe injuries. your brother is powerful, though he was defeated. not dead though. but he has been defeated." he whimpered "he is far stronger than i imagined. i underestimated him badly. but in the end, he was defeated. i also sorrow, if that's what you are thinking." he then fainted, out of exhaustion, and in need of rest. before he fainted he said "this is it. i will die. i have served my purpose here, and the gods have taken me back, eager to have me for themselves. goodbye mortals, I'll see you in my next life." his injuries expanding, he then fainted, and was crying unconscious of it.

ooc;; im not sure if he should die, or not, because he just came in..... pm me about what you think..

[Faith]

"Brother..." She watched him faint with cold, cruel eyes. "The brother I never knew." Her ears flicked back as she sighed, nudging the unknown male with nothing more than a curriosity.

A slight sound, the soft sound of movement on the rocks. She turned to face the snake, looking back at the body of the dying wolf. She could leave him here. Let the snakes poison him, let him die. A quick movement and she was on top of the snake, it's limp coils underneath her. She didn't care enough to eat it, so it - much like the others she had killed, was tossed aside with a bat of her paw. "Now. What shall I do with you, the messenger of the Gods." She chuckled softly, a sweet sound she hadn't made in a long time. "The mortal wolf with mortal wounds, that seep and color the earth so red? The killer of kin and nameless wolf who so rudely interupts my rest? Ah, but yet a wolf you claim to be and a wolf shouts your smell. As wolf, I am bound to keep you living. As wolf, we are bound." She grasped him with her teeth, by the last remaining bit of the scruff on his neck. Long ago, she remembered, it was by this spot she carried the pups of a pack mate. Long ago, it was by this spot her mother hid her from the rouges. So very long ago. A quivver went down her spine, so long ago since she had spoken to a wolf other than a her kin.


Moments, hours, minutes, she did not know how long she had sat in the depth of the forest. All she knew was that now, now it was dark. That now, the wolf still slept. His wounds were easy to tend, simply needing to be stopped from bleeding him to death. It was fatigue that collasped it, or so she assumed. Either way she was beginning to bore of watching the rise and fall of the strangers chest. She sighed again, her breath blowing up a small puff of grey dirt. The darkness scared her, but the sounds comforted her. They let her know that she wasn't living in entire darkness, that the world wasn't just the few feet she could see in front of her.

"The night seems strange to me you know." She spoke to the wolf that she knew couldn't hear her. "The darkness is that the fool humans see. I do not have the sight of a wolf in the dark of the night." She sighed again. "Blind. They told me I was blind long ago. That somehow, somehow I gained the little sight I have in the day..." She stopped, realizing that he could not hear her and nor would he have cared.

[Sekrador]

he woke up at her words, "blind? blindness is something that all wolves and humans have except me. they misconceive the word blind. you my friend, are not blind, you just have limited abilities in the sense of sight. but lets not talk about your non-disability. you say that i spill mortal blood? that is true, i am only half immortal, not able to be killed by age, but able to be killed in battle. i was not born, i was created by the gods, coming in time of dangers, warning, or bringing good news. humans spread rumors, thinking i am some kind of demon. i am not a demon, only a messenger of the gods." he stared down at the ground, thinking. 'she seems to be ok...' he thought 'her life is full, and it will involve me in the future.' he jerked when he thought those words. "by the way, you do not have to call me the messenger of the gods. i call myself that. but you can call me Sekrador."

[Faith]

"Sekrador." She spoke the word lazily. "It seems you need to learn manners." Standing up she turned around, facing the forest. "The words I spoke were not meant for your ears, nor do I care what you think of them. You see, half breed, I care nothing of who or what you are or ever were. I merely fufiled my oath. An oath of kin to all who claim to be wolf, but since you were not born of wolf I no longer need that oath."

She pulled her ears back, growling just slightly - just enough to show that she could smell something the other could not. Her mouth, formed the word with a strangeness in it. "Storm... impossible." She took a step back. "No. Not Storm. Falcon." Her eyes were down cast, and she turned to face Sekrador. "I was blind, and I was born under different skies. Your Gods know nothing of me. No God knows of me. I was given what sight I have by the humans, and fire stole the rest of my existance. Do not claim to know or understand. It is fools like you, the so called messengers, that bring me such dispair." She sighed, ever so silghtly, letting her gaurd down for only a moment. "My mother was one of you.... my mother was meant for so much more... she died because of me. They all died because of me. I had overheard them... I was an omen... of death. The white welp born blind.... the falling ashes of a careless fire...." Faith closed her eyes, her breathing slowing down.

"Faith..." Falcon had entered the clearing, and the pattern of his fur was hidden in the darkness. If it had not been known, the color would have been assumed to be black. "Faith? Are you alright?"

Faith turned to glare at her brother. "I thought I got rid of you...."

"Oh come now, the birds tell me where you are. You know that. You can never rid yourself of me." From the trees a hawk flitted to the ground, standing in between the two siblings. The red tail of the bird slid on the ground as if it didn't know what was happening. "Who's that." Falcon flicked a tail to the wounded wolf, and Faith merely chuckled.

[Sekrador]

"heh," he chuckled in a whisper "halfbreed. that's a fitting name for me.... maybe the gods should have called me Sekrador the Half-Breed. fitting name for someone part immortal and part wolf. well actually technically I'm part human but i hate that side of me......" he crouched down "and you, Falcon. you have a very respectful sister, you should listen to her more often. and as you probably know, i am Sekrador, the messenger of the gods. but this one right here-" pointing to the white, unbelieving wolf. "has a fighting spirit, like her brother Storm. i almost wish i could die now. but the gods need me for longer. i will one day be taken back, and i cannot wait." he sighed. 'the family seems strange. one has anger issues and was raised by humans, one is blind, and the last one i cannot know about. they underestimate me because of my wounds, but they'll see their brother, how his condition is.' he smirked, not being able to wait for them to see his power. "an oath you said, kind wolf? what is this oath? and do not deny the gods, young one. for they watch over all, and know all. i hope you are listening, because if you do not learn respect for them, you may see me again, this time your killer...." he spoke the last word with hate, spitting it out. "do not underestimate me, young Faith of hope, for you may pay worse than you injuries. how would you like to be deaf with your blindness huh? or maybe both your arms ripped off with my bare teeth. as i said, don't. underestimate. me. or pay with your life [/b]." he then started crying. "i-I'm sorry, it's just, barely anyone is ever comforted me in these ways. i-i thank you for taking care of me. please, do what you want with me, i want to give something in return." he then kneeled to Faith, when he saw his own future in his eyes. ' OH. MY. GOD. ' [/color]

ooc;; anger issues, roflmao. you shall find out the OMG think later in this plot line. and I'm going to hope faith will accept it....

[Faith]

Falcon barred his teeth and pulled his ears back. "Do not speak to my sister in that manner...."

The hawk jumped, flying to land on Falcons back. "I might not be a fighter, but I still know what a threat can be. You are a threat but be forewarned, my sister is not one to be messed with."

Faith sighed, pulling her ears back and looking down at the wolf. "The oath.... the promise.... has no meaning." She did not seemed to be bothered by the threat, or the sudden change in his attitude. There was a strangeness in her movements as she turned to face away from the two other wolves. "Falcon... there is blood..."

Falcon turned as well, "Impossible- Storm.... storm is dead." He paused. "Isn't he?"

Faith shook her head. "I don't know. The last time I saw him, he was with you... on the other side of the fire... I had once thought... you were both... dead..." She looked to Falcon. "Howl to him..."

Falcon took a step forward, "No." He growled, low and long. "Storm... storm isn't normal anymore..." He flicked his tail to Sekrador. "If Storm did that, and this wolf claims to be of the Gods... then what has Storm become? Do you remember, how Storm was always the strongest.... how he beat even our father when he was just a pup?"

Faith closed her eyes. "Yes. All to well..." She turned again, this time to Sekrador. "Your wounds aren't serious... get up." Her words were neither kind nor cruel. "We have to go. If I know Storm, he is going to blame everything on me."

Falcon sighed. "Faith- he-"

"Yes he did. I was the one that lead the rouges to the pack, I was the one that attacked that human pup. I was the one that did everything. It was my fault, it is my fault, and nothing will change that. We have to go now." She had a sad panic in her eyes, almost as if she wanted to stay. She glarred at Sekrador. "And you.." She growled lowly. "You will not speak or whimper about your wounds or your Gods. I know the woods better than either of you and that makes me leader. I do not believe in Gods, I do not care what you know and I don't care if you are half tree.... you will follow me and keep your mouth shut or I will shut it for you."

Falcon chuckled. "Faith, leave the poo-"

Faith had already spun around to glare at her brother, her growl cutting him short.

"Alright. Where to."

"We are heading east, to the lake. We can't cut into the other packs territory though... the sister of their Alpha knows what kind of Omen I am because her Gods tell her so." Faith laughed. "Gods... always thinking I am a proclamation of evil. Pathetic." She paused. "There is a cave near the lake, my home, pleanty hidden to store even the loudest of mutts." She motioned to Sekrador. "Comming mutt?" She walked to the east, not bothering to look back to see if either of the wolves were following her. All her thoughts, all her minds, screamed of imaginary pain that ripped through her. A fake fire, created by her memories, the fake screams of her life simply vanishing. But it was, after all, just a memory, nothing more... and nothing less.

[Sekrador]

all of a sudden, the flickering came back. "heh, well faith, you may not believe in the Gods, but they believe in you. and you best not check on your brother. he payed for attacking a messenger, and almost deserves it. though if he had not attacked me first, then it could have turned out better." he got up, "if you must go to visit your brother, I'll come with you, for his condition is....." he thought for the right word ".......very hard to bear." and you say you know the forest better than anyone? hmmm, i may have met my match. life may be good for you, faith. now if only you believed in the gods, then you would be a queen.. they could have returned your sight." he sighed "are you sure you want to see your brother? you may be shocked, his condition is unstable for most hearts. it could make your mind warped beyond repair." the flickers blotted out. then he remembered her last words. the flames then engulfed him, "mutt, i am? mutt is a word for little pathetic human pets, they do not deserve to live. i swear you must not underestimate me, young Faith. and you, Falcon, do you want to watch your sister be ripped into little pieces, her guts flying everywhere? DO YOU WANT TO SEE THAT?!" the flames almost exploded out of his control. they then dropped back like frightened pups. "and would you also like to see your own death?" he whispered "I've already caused many deaths in my past, don't push me."

[Faith]

Faith stopped, turning slowing. She approached Sekrador with a careless attitude, stopping only centimeters from his face. Her voice was low, calm and threatining. "Sekrador.... my brother is not someone I care for. If given the choice I would have killed him myself. My family abandoned me. My family tossed me aside, and every God I have know has called me evil. Has called me some form of omen to predict the death of others. I am no messenger, I am no Mystic or creation of those greater than I, I refuse to accept any God because I have no reason to. I know where I end up, I know what I do. You, stranger to these woods, know nothing of Gods or Demons. No one knows anything." She took another step, pratically on top of him now as she whispered the few remaining words. "Do not threaten a wolf you have yet to understand. Do not tempt me with false promises of sight. That which is lost can never be found, and even the weakest of foes can kill." She backed away, something about her changing ever so slightly. Her power... what was it again that she could do?

Falcon sighed, stepping closer to Faith when she turned away. "I do not wish to be a threat, I fight too much with my mind to spill the blood of another." Falcon yawned. "But what you... Sekrador... fail to realize.." He pronounced the others name carefully, almost in a calculating manner. "Is that you are not the only one to be gifted... and we are not the only ones to be cursed." His ears pulled back. "Our family... we come from a different type of Gods." A small grin spread across Falcons face. "You see, we are of the Demon Clan... we are of those that can kill with a spoken word. We are born of the darkness and held in the light. The Gods you know, do not recgonize us, the oaths we take are not upheld in the natural world. Our Clan is gone, and with it our darkest powers - but the gifts are still known." His voice lowered again, in an attempt to prevent Faith from hearing, "Faith... she is our curse. She is what we must protect for she - she is the weilder of Death." His fur stood on end just slightly, as Faith turned to look at him.

"Weilder of Death? Falcon, I am no death dealer... the death dealers... they took the night from me... they took my howl from me they - "

"They, dearest sister, wanted to keep you in the darkness. They wanted to prevent you from becoming what you were meant to be."

A flash filled the sky, a single bolt of lightining and a echoing howl to accompany it. The two siblings spoke together. "Storm..."

Faith finished, "We have to hurry... he can't find us here. Send you bird to lead him away."

Falcon nodded, and for a brief moment fell silent. The bird flew from his back, heading toward the sound of the fading howl. "Let us hope your speed is still the same."

"Greater still, running from flames and killers keeps you strong." She looked to Sekrador. "Keep up. I won't bother to help you if you fall, if you still think of your self as a toy of the Gods and not a mortal wolf as I."

Falcon nodded, sprinting in to the east. It was moments before Faith followed, and in that moment something in her eyes changed. As if she finally understood something, as if everything had somehow fallen into place. "You wouldn't be such an annoyance, if you had but listened to the forest." The wind picked up, "It tells me, that there is more to this... than I will ever know. and I may not trust your Gods, but the trees.... the trees I will listen to." She ran off, following the trail of Falcons scent. The darkness, was no burden to her. The trees whispered to her, telling her the path to take. The sounds, the sounds were her guide. What need did she have for sight? None. What need did she have for Gods? None. What need did she have... for a normal life...? All the need in her heart.

[Sekrador]

the rush of air bombarded him, but he didn't feel it at all. "goodbye, young warrior." he whispered "but you will see me again." then he faded into the shadows. as he sprinted he screamed, for a burning flame had suddenly burst in his veins. 'Sekrador,' a voice whispered in his head. 'M-m-masters?' he knew who it was. 'Yes Sekrador, it is us. we have noticed you have been abusing your powers lately. you also killed a fellow wolf.' they scolded him. 'he attacked me first!' he said like a frightened pup, making excuses for something he did wrong, ' i had a right to self-defence!' 'Sekrador, you could have not killed him, you could have spared him and let him be, making him face the punishment of attacking you.' the fire burned again, and then he froze with invisible ice, 'Sekrador, we have decided, you must pay for your crimes.' all of a sudden he coudln't hear anything. it was all gone. 'you made me deaf?' he screamed in his head, 'and also' then his sight was gone. 'NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!' 'Sekrador, these are the punishments of your crimes, you must pay for your actions' then the voices were gone, leaving him to whimper in self pity.

[Faith]

She pulled her ears back, stopping as fast as she had started to run. "The wolf..." She turned around, taking in the scent of fear. No blood, not fresh anyway - so why was there fear? She walked back slowly, following the trail. Only to come upon Sekrador lying on the ground making the pathetic noises she had once made so long ago as she crawled around in the darkness. Falcon watched her with a coyness - almost as if he knew what thoughts were going on in her head.

"Faith. What's wrong?"

"Help me get him to stand up." She pushed herself against Sekradors side, growling slightly as her paws slipped in the dirt. "I can't do this alone."

Falcon stood on the other side, and helped to raise the wolf up. "What's wrong with him?"

Faith laughed. "Perhaps his Gods have left him. Maybe they gave him what they took from me." Her ears pushed forward. "I don't know how but long ago I couldn't see - long ago I couldn't hear or speak at all... whatever power watches over me gave me feeble sight. They gave me sound and speach... in exchange for my howl. In exchange for the lives of everyone I knew." She frowned. "They gave it back for a reason.... I don't believe in Gods but I will admit a belief in fate." Her ears pulled back yet again as another howl ripped through the night. "Storm found our scents... he'll track us... but we have to fix Sekrador first."

Falcon nodded. "And how do you suggest we do that? You can't read his mind and he isn't speaking..."

Faith grinned. "I can read the trees - I can hear the clouds and the winds curve to my will. Minds shouldn't be as difficult."

"They did give you more than just sight and sound didn't they? They gave you gifts..."

She sighed. "Gifts. Curses. Powers. It doesn't matter what I have..."

Her eyes closed shut, her mind calming and the trees swayed just slightly - the sweet scent of pine sap filling her nose.

Sekrador... what happened? Tell me.

Her thoughts were his; his mind linked with hers. A barrier between her own emotions and memorys but still they were linked, still she could hear the faint whispers of the threats the Gods had made to him. She had a power, but this power was more than she had ever wanted. Once a bond like this was made it could not be severed. She had made this with only two other wolves. Her mother and her previous mate. Both she had to listen to and feel their pain as they died... both she had to know the last thoughts of. She had to feel the burn of the fire on the pelt of her mother and she took the pain for herself to save her mother... she had to feel the tooth and claw of the attacking alpha on her mate as he tried to defend her and she couldn't take that pain so he died with only the thought of her in his head. It was no power. It was a curse.

"Faith... storm is-" Falcon stopped, as the shadowed wolf stepped from the branches of the trees. His eyes lit up with the fury of a loss and his pelt coated in his own blood. He showed no pain, only an anger. "Storm..." Falcon crept toward him. "Storm don't"

"Shut up. You try to protect this- this defect and a complete stranger?" Storm growled. "Pathetic. The only reason that wolf beat me was because I ran off. I knew our sad excuse for a sister would take him in. It's her nature and her oath."

Falcon sighed. "Storm.. don't blame her for the fire... she had nothing to do with it." A bird perched itself on Falcons back, it's beady black eyes staring down Storm.

"Aye... she had nothing to do with it. I started the fire... I started the fire to kill her... and she didn't die. Our family tried to save her and they were the ones that died."

Falcon took a step back, his ears pulling back and the bird flying to the trees with a soft caw. "No.."

Faith grinned, a saddened expression. "Yes." Her eyes opened slowly. "Our brother destroyed our lives... and you thought it was me that ruined your life. Why else was it you two left before you checked to see if I was still alive?" She closed her eyes again.

Sekrador... run. You never destroyed my brother and I only wish you had, but he will kill us all if you don't run. Follow the scents - my scent - to the scent of water. The scent of sap will warn you of the trees,

[Sekrador]

his eyes snapped open, and his head reverbated with the thought of it. 'run.run.run.RUN!!!!!' he snapped up running in any dicrection posibble. then he remembered the cove. he closed his eyes, and howled. suddenley, everything apppeared in the form of sound waves. he ran to the cove. while running, he sensed a strange presence in his mind. 'faith?' he thought. 'is that you?' he snapped his attention back to running. he thought why he was running to the cove. then he remembered, "Silence...." he thought.

ooc;; after this continue thread at cove area.. otherwise it doesnt make any sense