Crooked wings [larpara]

[I L Y I C H]

^{Put me to sleep evil angel!}

He stepped quietly, black paws touching the bleak earth with a broken lurch. He didn't care anymore. He had lost his happy skip, and he no longer knew how to move, so he lurched. It seemed to be just as good as anything else. Maw slightly open the black hued monster made his way through the debree littered grass. Once this place could be named a grass land, now it was only another desert. Dry grass crunched under his feet, and life slipped away with each muffled crinkle. Letting out a loose sigh the man turned his scarred cheek to the moon. He wished so dearly that he could see it. He felt as if the white washed light was heating his cheeks, but then it always seemed hot now a days. Skoll was punishing their sins.

Daiade stood silently, blind silver eyes locked painfully upon the sky. He hated them, his family. His sister. They where all monsters. But most of all he hated himself, because he was a cowardly monster. He was the monster so hateful to even feel more sympathy for himself then those two cubs whom had turned his heart cold. He loved them. To him those two, standing so tightly together against the world. How they had lost everything, and how he wished to give them his soul. But he didn't have a soul to give. How sad, he kept forgetting. Silly Daiade, thinking you had a spot in limbo, when the only place your going to is hell.

Coward, he was a coward. Turning his hurt stare away from up he turned it to down, his nose brushing against the golden grass. he saw nothing, only blackness. And he was beginning to think that was his only redemption. He could not judge with his eyes. Only his heart, but what was that to anyone? His heart was a wilted piece of muscle, just like the grass hanging around his limbs. Daiade cuffed the dirt under his dragging paws. Dammit. He was blind now, so completely blind he was in a state of subdued terror. So scared he couldn't feel it, or anything else.

[lapara]

There's a she wolf in the closet. Let it out so it can breath.

Solu


Silver and black blended into the backdrop of night. Soft pads made no noise as they carried a creature through the trees. Why? Was the thought that was running through her mind. Why her? Why was she going back? Why did she feel the need to kill? Why did she resist it? It seemed her whole life was just one big "Why". Looking up at the sky, she realized that the moon was not present. This saddened her. The moon was her only friend. She still never saw the sun. Was she scared of seeing this strange Skoll? Maybe. Or maybe her old ways were still pounded into her. The tear lines had started to bleach out her face. The eternal battle going on within her was almost unbearable.

Almost.

Why was she going to the camp? That was an easy one. Sort of. What she told herself was that she was looking for food. She was hungry. That was all. She was not choosing her direction for any particular reason. What she knew deep inside was she was hoping she would see one of her old pack mates. She was secretly hoping they would kill her. Why would she want to live here? Why would she want to be caught in the middle of what she knew was right and what was put into her own genes. Every time she saw a cat she would feel herself being dragged to kill and eager to at the same time. It was maddening. Did she want to die? Maybe.

When she entered the clearing into the so-called grass-land, she was immediately put on edge. There was one of her own. A spark of panic went through her when she thought it was Carska, who disliked her before the cub incident. Then she realized that though the smell was similar there was difference. Daiade. She sighed eternally. Scared. Was he different then he used to be? She remembered he was one of the kinder of the pack. But it was quite possible that in the past 10 months he had been influenced by his sister. If by nothing but peer pressure. She almost turned away, but a small breeze made it's way from her to him. She knew he smelled her. She crouched down and tried to keep herself hidden.


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He turned his head slowly, not caring what sort of monster was staring at him. They were all monsters, all of them. All of us, his mind corrected. Fighting to place a false unconvincing smile on his face Daiade cast his silver blind gaze at the fearful woman. He could smell it, that cloying whisper of terror. Did she think he cared enough for her to end her life? What was the point. Standing on stiff legs the man turned around, lifting his head and parting his jaws. He could almost taste her. Silver eyes widening in a fruitless effort to see the black coated animal stared around himself. "I can smell you, little bird" he called, his childish voice hadn't changed very much, but it had claimed a vitriolic edge that bit at the air around it. There was no threat in it, just bitterness.

The leather band around his throat seemed so tight now a days, the metal cross jumped against his wide chest as he turned fully towards the other folami. "Im not going to do anything, just stand up" Step into the air current please. She may not understand how frustrating it was, but she hopefully could hear the emotion in his voice. Sharp silver tipped ears twitched atop his head. She smelt almost familiar. But he couldn't figure out why. He had distanced himself from the pack in these past months, only staying to huddle next to his lion friend in the night. The scents of folami he once called friends now made him shudder. He was unsure, and now fear started to leak in him as well.

Had Bidziil decided to kill him? Had Carska given up on trying to protect him from her mate? Had he sent a newer pack member to off him in the distance where it wouldn't arose too much turmoil in the pack? No that would make no sense, his death would cause no turmoil. No one cared for him much anymore. So with worried eyes and flickering ears the man took a step back. "What do you want?" the words where a child like groan. A fever coat pup demanding to know if he was going to die tonight

[lapara]

Solu realized that she had forgotten many things about her pack. Daiade was blind. How had she forgotten that? It would be so easy to just get up and run away. He was a skilled hunter just like the rest of her kind, but she would be able to outrun him like a cat could not. However she felt a kinship for some reason with this dog. This could be the end. Why am I doing this? I'm going to get killed. Despite her better judgment screaming at her to run, That nothing would keep him from attacking her now that she was a outcast, A betrayer, she stood up and started to walk toward him. There had to be some kindred spirit in this world. Why not start with Daiade? He was most likely to be like her. Perhaps she would survive. She had once been a ruthless killer. A evil one. Didn't she still have those skills?

Silver pads made their way to the scarred being. Crown hanging low, voice escaped her maw. "Hi Daiade." She tensed herself to fight or fly away into the protection of the moon-dappled forest.


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