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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 14:32:04 GMT
we pick ourselves
"So, everything, all these years... A trick? A lie?" Someone had once said that a single lie was enough to recreate doubt in all truths, and to be perfectly honest, he very much took that saying to heart, regardless of how many lies he himself had produced, if only to protect the wellbeing of his loved ones. Describing a lie as small was the same as dubbing a pregnancy little; it was inevitable that, one day, everyone would know, no matter how much it had been hidden throughout the time prior to that. While a truth would cost nothing, a lie had the capability of costing everything. There was always a consequence, no matter the length of depth of the original lie. Always some sort of impact. Aquamarine irises, brimmed with doubt, tore into the opposing man's own crimson-hued eyes, somehow unable to tear his gaze away, despite the silence shrouding the air. "All this time...?"
With a sharp intake of breath draw as the familiar, dishevelled man's features twisted into that of disbelief, somehow unable to choke up any words in response. The foreboding silence between them was enough to confirm the speech of the avian man. "I-I just... Didn't think it w-would get this f-far-... I p-planned to go as soon as I'd... But y-you..." The lump situating itself heavily within his throat prevented him from saying anymore, unable to meet the avian-like man's piercing gaze. For the first time in all his years alongside the man, he found himself absolutely terrified. The one who had once provided so much strength, now proved to be the source of his fear. "And why didn't you? You knew this would happen, so why didn't you just fuck off when you had the chance?" With an aggravated growl emphasising his words, the usual stuttering of Quintin had been thrown to the wind, his anger overpowering his usual speaking habit. The pacing of the bipedal was halted as he slumped onto the sofa, head in hands. "How could I have been so fucking blind. I should have seen... I should have known... No, you should have fucking told me!" Though his blame briefly faltered to himself, he pinned it quickly back on the mongrel shifter. This was Archaic's fault, after all. Well, was it even Archaic? This wasn't his dog, this was a fully grown man. "Who the hell are you, if not a dog?"
With a drawn out huff of apparent remorse, the man hovered in the doorway, the colour drawn from his face. "... I am Archaic. I am a dog." It barely took a second before the avian-like human made a vicious retort. "I don't fucking know you! You are NOT Archaic. You are a man, and I'll call the bloody police. Tell me who the HELL you are!" With eyes blazing, the man shot back up from the couch to point an accusing finger, scowl plastered upon his features. "B-but I-I..." The mongrel shifter relented promptly,"... my name is Archer Atkinson. I'm a shifter; I was your dog. B-but I'm everything A-Archaic was! Everything, I-it was all real. E-except my form." His head dropped upon only receiving another disgusted expression from the deer shifter. "NONE of it was real. You LIED. What part of that can you not understand...?"
Crimson hued irises shot upwards, desperation to justify his actions evident in his speech. "I know I should have told you before now. I meant to leave sooner, that I should have said something, that I should have left as soon as I was able. But you treated me so differently.... B-better than t-the others. I-I... Didn't want that to end. Not so soon." Whatever he was saying, or doing, he somehow couldn't dismiss the weighted feeling of guilt that sat on his chest. Still, he kept a calm head as the avian-like man shouted at him, maintaining an undoubtedly submissive posture, eyes turned downwards, facing the ground. Silence shrouded the air, and for a good few moments, none of them said anything, the dishevelled shifter running a hand down his face. "Get out." He felt the familiar crimson hued irises boring questioningly over at him. "Are you deaf? Get the fuck out!"
Shock welling in his throat at the notion, the mongrel shifter, lost for words, reluctantly stepped out of the doorway, surveying the dishevelled man. "But I-" A sharp glare was sent in his direction. "There is no fucking but! Go on! What, do you want me to throw a fucking stick for you?" The mongrel shifter's facials shot another questioning glance towards the man, snorting lightly at the notion. "All these years I was with you, now you're just... Throwing me out?" The avian-like man had already shouldered past the mongrel shifter, and transformed into the likes of his animalistic counterpart, whitened frame contrasting sharply with the darkness of the night. "I never knew you, nor will I ever know you. I knew a dog. I knew a flea-ridden fucking mutt, not a fully-grown man." Turning his back on the mongrel shifter, the buck took off towards the woodlands, his frame twisting towards the treeline and bolting off towards them. He could only hope and pray that when he returned, Archaic, no, Archer, would be gone. Forever. He didn't want to lay eyes on him again.
His frame shifted through the trees, brusting against the thick bark, pelt snagged by the sharp brambles. But it didn't bother him, no, he was far too caught up in his own anger to acknowledge the niggling little pains upon his flanks. Thorns tore at him, but he pressed onwards, teal eyes held narrow.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 19:48:30 GMT
[googlefont="Poiret One"] Muse: I'm Not The Only One - Sam Smith Notes:  Gwendolyn Rosetta FosterHe had left the odd home in a hurry, or more in a furious rage. Granted, he had gotten a good meal and a much needed bath out of the ordeal, he quickly found that he did not belong. In the painfully short amount of time he had been within Quintin's home, he had wrapped himself in a short lived argument with his good friend, Archaic. That alone was more than enough reason for him to run back to the only place that welcomed him with open arms. A light drizzle had began to come down onto the earth again, dampening the red wolf's coat. "I don't belong anywhere. Not with my family. Not with Lilly. Not with..not with Archaic..." He whimpered quietly as he pushed through the underbrush of the forest, not caring that thorns snagged on his pelt. He was shunned by those who had known his late brother, one who had been a murderer, heartless and a monster. "Maybe we are one in the same brother." He huffed quietly as he stopped and looked up at the partially full moon. The pitiful meal he had devoured at the home of the human man had eventually left his stomach feeling empty from his frantic run towards the safety of the woods. The shifter's nose twitched as he caught the faint metallic scent of blood and soon he noticed a flash of white in the woods. Not once did he think twice as he lowered his frame, growling softly, and moved quietly through the woods his gaze set on the buck moving through the brush oblivious to his presence. Without a moment's hesitation he lunged for the white buck, his jaws aiming for the beast's jugular without a single feeling of regret. @quintinainsworth || 319 words |
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Post by Gwendolyn Rosetta Foster on Mar 8, 2015 21:14:18 GMT
 like a soul mate, he's your penguin She had seen the signs. She had seen the increasing weight in her abdomen, she was naturally chubby but not like this. The bloating in her stomach was abnormal in a way. It wasn't natural so for safety measures she had gone to go check what was happening with her... and what she found was quite.. shocking. But still amazing all the same. Who could of thought that such an innocent girl like Gwendolyn would of gotten herself pregnant? But this wasn't a bad thing, not in the slightest. She loved Quintin to death, he understood her emotionally without having to say anything. This? This was the start of her life... but she never would of guessed that moving on with her family meant she couldn't spend it with her beloved.
Quintin was the father to her children. She was old enough to be having kids, now was a good start with the one she loved most. Her dogs would be excited, she was sure that they'd make good family dogs. But first her top priority was finding Quintin and telling him the piece of news. He would be eager too, hopefully. Her children.. no, their children would love him as much as she did. If that wouldn't make him feel important then nothing could. Finding somebody like him was hard but loving him was easy. He was so important to her, that starting a family with him... while scary to most was good for her. She could finally start the life she had always wanted. To watch her own children grow up with a loving father. He would surely accept them, right? They were his after all.
Walking with her facial features hidden behind her brown and pink ombre hair as usual, she shuffled along the concrete sidewalk. Blue eyes peered out from the strands of hair covering her expressions. Her arms, folded neatly across her chest. Her chubby form moved onwards with soft breathing. She was nervous to say the least. She was nervous that Quintin would be too afraid and unready to start a family with her. The woman knew he already thought of himself unworthy for her company, the prospect of having her children alone could be overwhelming but even if he did think he wasn't worthy she would make him see that their children needed him in their lives. She knew that somewhere he would think that he would be unfit to be a parent but she had to make him see. She had to, abandoning their children on purpose could be the worst possible action, and the consequences even worst.
She had poked her head through the darkly colored wooden door to peer in at the dar and empty house. She couldn't sense the black dog Quintin kept, neither did she stick around long enough to find out. She had moved onwards to the woods, where he usually contemplated, or at least where she went to. The woods was an odd sense of comfort, solitary and serenity was easy. She didn't care for the rain soaking her form as she slowly shifted to her draft form, feathered hooves dragging across the ground. Her thick muzzle leaned towards the ground, nares wiggling across the leaf-covered ground. She moved in a swift jog, belly swaying and dark brown tail flickering behind her. Blue eyes looked ahead eagerly as she picked up the scent trail of Quintin. To her it was fairly easy to pick up her beloved's scent. It was the only smell she cared to remember. It was always freshly weird with a faint trail of the metallic scent of blood following it.
She could see the white, pale hide moving through the trees. Her well-built skull jerked upwards to peer at the elegant form of Quintin. Her ears flicked, slowly to a stop to just make sure that it was him. But perhaps waiting would cost her his company. For soon she heard the heavy paw-steps of another. Muscles bunched beneath her chestnut pelt, gaze flickering around. She half expected something to come up and bite her but instead she saw the red frame of a canine tackling Quintin. Her eyes flew wide, hearing her heart beat in her chest. What was happening? This had to be some sort of sick and twisted dream! The equine found herself unable to move, hooves frozen to the ground in fear, not for herself of course not. She didn't care about herself at this point, only for Quintin's safety but the state her body had taken forced her to stay still. She didn't understand what was happening and why. All she knew was that it was some sort of dream, or at least thats what she thought.
Squeezing her eyes closed in hope that it would make her wake up, she then opened them again but she still felt the cold water dripping down her form, still felt the fear grip her heart, frozen in her place. Her lips pursed together in terror before she quickly galloped towards the two forms battling in the distance. Her eyes narrowed, animal instincts taking over. It was her job to defend Quintin no matter how much it hurt her. She didn't care if she got injured if it meant she could save him. Waiting... it would cost her. Time was precious and every second she was wasting it was another skin being torn from his body. Gwendolyn charged forward, head bowed down to have her sharp horn pointed at the vicious and abnormally large wolf.
She pierced the horn into the flank of the canine, a snarl thrumming in her throat. Her head jerked back in a threatening stance, leaping forward to stand defensively over Quintin's fallen body. This was her chance to repay him for just being there for her. She squealed loudly, voice deep with fury and anger. "Get. Back." She commanded, slowly walking forward and stomping her large hooves on the ground threateningly. "Don't touch him, mutt." tagged: @quintinainsworth @codycurrington notes: KILL ME NOW 1019 WORDS made by ∆ ashycat of adoxography |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 22:02:21 GMT
we pick ourselves Every little thing had been a lie; the latest years of his life, spent with the mongrel, and the feeling of companionship knotted within them, it has all been an illusion crafted so willingly by what he had thought to be his first, no, closest friend. How many times had the handcrafted lie resurfaced? How many signs had he dismissed through trusting his former companion? All the lies that the shifter had performed, to his face, cycled through his mind, unable to take count of the perpetual instances. He trusted him. Was he not worth the truth? Why was it that he could never learn from his mistakes?
It was him, it was them... It was just... Everyone. It never stopped. The lies, the betrayal, the hurt. No matter what he did, no matter what he chose. And if he wasn't hurting himself, he was hurting everyone around him; he hurt Lilly, he hurt Gwen. He hurt everyone that meant anything to him. He screwed up so many times, but he guessed that was what he did. Now here he was, stuck in this stupid rut. He'd tried for so long to fit in, to fix it. In the wrong time, and in the wrong place. He had no reason to stay here with these god awful people... Except Gwen. She had become everything he lived for so swiftly; as soon as she entered his life she gave him some sort of meaning. He often wondered, if he just upped out and left one day, would she wonder where he'd gone? After all he wasn't really something that should be dwelled on. Would she remember that she was the best friend that he'd ever had? Would she remember that she meant everything to him? That to his heart, she was the only one that truly held the key?
Sharpened brambles tauntingly pricked at his thin, bleached pelt, his thoughts growing ever corrosive, lightened only by thought of his beloved. A disgruntled grunt of frustration left the moving being, shouldering his way through the thorns, finally having battled his way through, and motionlessly situating himself in the open space, a deflating huff heaving from his lungs, making the stake of pausing. His heightened senses, however promptly they might have picked up the sound of the wolf, should he have been paying any attention, remained oblivious to the oncoming predator, until the darkened frame had launched itself towards him, and a sudden weight toppled him onto his flank, sharp pain driving through him, breath leaving him in a single, over pronounced heave as soon as his frame made contact with the terrain.
Teal irises flew wide, his skull thrashing in response to the wolf's ivories enveloping the flesh of his throat, slicing through the flesh as a knife in butter. A sickly crimson spilled across his white pelt, the striking red contrasting sharply with his unpigmented fur. There was no time to consider how familiar the canid looked, the thin buck making some attempt to use his antlers, though it all proved to be in vain, for the angle the wolf pinned him at rendered him helpless to the attack. Wheezing wildly, his limbs flailing beneath them, pain drove though his frame, causing it to involuntarily convulse. Aquamarine orbs squinted shut, and his struggles began to weaken as the teeth drove deeper, dreadfully close to both the jugular vein and the carotid artery.
However, it would prove that the buck was not to become so much of an easy target, as, in a large, billowing flash of chestnut fur, there was a larger frame hovering above him, seemingly attempting to drive the violent canid off. Aquamarine irises surveyed the wolf, wide in terror, though recognition also boiled within their depth. He didn't dare attempt to shift back, lest he draw the lupine's attention back towards him. The familiar scent of his beloved flooded into his nares, his blurred vision twisting upwards to survey the stomach above him, before returning to the wolf.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 23:08:49 GMT
[googlefont="Poiret One"] It never would have occurred to the canine that his chosen prey was actually a man underneath that ivory white pelt. He had been so blinded by his emotions, and the steadily increasing rainfall eliminated his senses so that he couldn't the slight smell of human mixed in with the buck's fragrance.
As the taste of blood filled his jaws he was sure that this would be easy prey for him. Alas the rain had further dampened his senses so he had not been alerted to the arrival of another individual. By the time he realized that it wasn't only he and the deer, it was too late. A sharp pain filled the wolf's flank, a structure piercing from one side and out the other.
The soaked red wolf howled in pain as he immediately scrambled away from the fallen deer, his gaze averting to meet with the likes of a horned beast that looked as though it had came straight of a fairy book. Cody found his hind legs failing him as the tremendous amount of pain moved through his body. "W-w.." He choked out, the blood of his potential prey staining his muzzle.
Cody's smaller frame trembled as he whimpered before limping slowly towards a thick bush before collapsing onto his side, his own blood mingling with that of the fallen rain, much like the fallen buck. Heaving a heavy sigh the wolf dropped his head in the mud, confused as to how the tables had turned so abruptly. His pained chocolate brown eyes watched the equine in the distance, half wondering if it was some guardian of the forest, some unforeseen protector of woodland creatures.
He cared not for the rain that fell down around and on him, for the feeling of pain in his frame caused a rather annoying buzzing in his ears. A pitiful whine escaped the canine's maw as he felt incredibly helpless for he was unable to protect himself from this odd 'forest guardian' of sorts. |
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Post by Gwendolyn Rosetta Foster on Mar 9, 2015 0:07:27 GMT
like a soul mate, he's your penguin Gwendolyn heard the roaring in her ears, the pounding of the rain against her body. It felt so.. so surreal. This couldn't be happening again... not to her. She wasn't bad luck waiting to happen, she just couldn't! Quintin had to live! He had to! She... She couldn't raise her two children on her own. She couldn't, the woman needed Quintin in her life. He was like a key that could unlock her heart in a matter of seconds. She loved him too greatly to let him go now, not when she was ready to start an important step of her life with him. It had gone from just protecting him from himself to protecting him from this beastly world that dared called itself 'humane'. As if it was actually true. Humans were all the same, cruel and cold to the outside world. Judging people by their skin instead of their heart, what could happen inside if you just let them open up. But no, this wolf... he was no different. He observed the hide of her lover before he could tell that he was so much more than human and yet so different.
Feeling the blood drip down her horn onto her face, sliding down her cheeks as if she was crying the red metallic liquid, she flashed her large teeth defensively. "You're not the only one whose got problems." The wolf could be just hungry but there were far much worst things than just hunger. If he could feel the pain her dearly beloved was, he'd wish he'd be dead. Glancing down to see the red liquid staining the beautiful white hide, tears filled her eyes. Her breathing slowed down before she collapsed by Quintin's side. "Hey.. H-Hey look a-at me, i-it's gonna b-be okay..." She cooed shakily to the fallen man. A leg reached over to softly drag the pale body closer to her brown chest. "Y-You're o-okay..." She murmured shakily, a sob wracking her body before having to choke it back. Her muzzle leaned forward to gently rub against his forehead, sliding down to examine his neck. It had gashes on its side, blood leaking from it rapidly. She softly lapped at the wounds carefully, tongue rasping over it softly. "O-Okay.." She got out before her tears mixed in with the blood and dirt coating her features. Her mane fell in her face, astray strands of hair hanging loosely in front of her eyes.
"Q-Quintin...." She cried his name, seeing the pain and fear in his eyes. Her muzzle leaned up to touch his nose gently. "C-Can y-you s-see me de-ear?" She asked gently, nuzzling him up against her chest quietly. "I... I-I know i-it hurt-ts..." She sniffled. Seeing Quintin through so much pain when all she ever wanted for him was the sun to shine for him. Like hell this was going to help his emotions, being killed when you already felt rejected by the rest of this whole damn world? She was the only one who ever gave a damn enough to watch over him, to actually understand what it feels like to be an outcast. That nobody could like you for just being who you are. He didn't deserve this shit...
Her eyes were red and puffy from the amount of tears streaming down her face. "Q-Quintin..." She murmured his name once more, blue eyes peering down into his own. "I-I'm pregnant... t-they're y-yours..." The mare whispered to him, trying hard not to wail her heart out as it bled the blues. If humanity wasn't bad, then it was now. Trying to kill somebody as innocent and broken as Quintin when he was so caring? She couldn't let this happen... It couldn't be happening. This was just some nightmare... just some dream playing with her mind! He couldn't be going... not now... not ever! She had already planned out their future together. She had already imagined him seeing their children for the first time. Would her babies ever get to see his smile? Would he ever get to see their precious faces? Her nose nuzzled into his cheek gingerly. "I-I'm s-so s-sorry I w-wasn't h-here... s-so... s-so sorry..." The equine cried, soaked feathering shifting on the ground, trying to embrace him the best she could without hurting him. "You'll b-be o-okay.. You'll b-be o-okay, d-dear..."
The girl ran through the woods, bare feet thumping against the cold and damp ground. Wide blue eyes stared ahead, listening to the echoing gun shots. She heard the screams, the squeals of terror. She could hear the dog barking loudly in defiance. Heavy breathing puffed through her nose, heart thumping against her chest loudly. She felt her cold blood rushing underneath her skin as the adrenaline pumped through her. This couldn't be happening.. her father.. he couldn't be dead! She glanced back to see the lights shining through the tall trees, illuminating her lithe form briefly. Squeezing her eyes shut before slowly shifting into her animal form, she charged forward, disappearing among the rain and trees. "I'm sorry, father.."
She could see the memories flashing through her eyes, jerking her head up to stare ahead. She saw... darkness. She saw the snow gently falling down to hit the ground. Ears flicked forward, hearing the voice of Quintin.
She had been looking outside the window when she glanced back, hearing her beloved once more. "I-It hurts" The woman glanced around. "U-Uh let's g-go find something to u-uhm... t-treat i-it." She murmured before taking his hand and shuffling over to the kitchen. "I-It's o-over here, r-right?" She asked quietly, glancing back to see his nod.
"Hang o-on, Q-Quintin...."
"I'll love you for the rest of my life..." "N-No... Just l-love me f-for the r-rest of m-mine."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2015 2:23:37 GMT
a little light to call Death is promised to the bee, who's sting protects the colony. Was its life worth nothing more, than honey for the queen? Life is a branch and it is a dove, handcrafted by confusing love. Sign language is our reply, when church bells make no sound. In hollow towers and empty hives, we craved sweetness with a fear of heights. Was it all just a grain of sand, in an hourglass? The smartest thing I've ever learned, is that I don't have all the answers, just a little light to call my own. And though it pales in comparison, to the overarching shadows, this speck of light can reignite the sun, and swallow darkness whole.
Breathing reduced to short, ragged intakes as the scene unfolded before his blurring irises, every ragged breath drew a new searing pain tearing through his frame, his eyes wide, simply staring. The buck's unpigmented frame once again convulsed, anything but smoothly, unable to halt the violent shuddering of his limbs. The rain swept at his wound, bringing forth whole new shockwaves of pain with each droplet that soaked into the exposed flesh, his senses numbed. However, the hushed voice that called out reached his sensitive audits, knotting his wide gaze to her facials, desperate to steady his wavering vision long enough to register her features. He wasn't terrified of death, no, for he had yearned for it long ago; instead, it was purely the fact that he couldn't bear to imagine life without her that frightened him. That he would leave her behind in such a cruel world, left to face it on her own, unable to protect her from the tortures of life. Death was not to be the greatest loss in one's life; what really mattered was what died within them while they lived.
Despite him yearning to move closer, to savour her warmth that contrasted so sharply with the cold of the night, he found himself unable to. The limb craning over his slim frame went vastly unnoticed until the gentle tug was performed, at which point a flaring pain drove through him, his irises instinctively squinting shut. In spite of his weakened state, the buck shifter forced himself to move his head against her chest, a shaky breath slipping through his maw, listening intently to the sound of her heart beating. "I-I-..." The attempt to speak was a pitiful one, rasped and distant. Pale flanks heaved in another uneven inhale, teal irises wavering, though desperately trying to fixate upon the feminine. "I d-don't..." OHe drew his trembling frame closer to her, the crimson tinting shrouding his neck thickly, the former whitened state of his pelt tainted the violent shade. "P-please... I-It h-hurts..."
Terror-filled irises faced the darkly toned equine, the waves of drowsiness and nausea alike flooding through his mind, drowning out every rational thought that he might have possessed. This was it. He was dying. He knew it; he could feel it. He flinched lightly at the muzzle brust against his own, fighting to keep his eyes open, swallowing against the growing lump in his throat with difficulty. "Y-yes..." he choked out the words, though in actuality, all he could see was a blurred figure of the feminine, her beautiful features fading in and out, wavering before his eyes. "I-I s-see y-you..." Her acknowledgement of his pain drew only another shuddering exhale from the buck, laying limply against her chest. And, finally, he willed himself to shift back into his human form (yes, clothed), pale skin accented by the violent shade of the blood cloaking his neck, staining his clothing and facials alike. Pale hands clutched gently at the feminine's neck, running his fingers through her pelt. Despite the pain coursing through him, he felt oddly at peace in the moment, and the edges of his mouth crept into a slight smile.
However, as the shocking news struck through the air, the silence suddenly became deafening. They... They were... Going to have children? Two of them? "T-they?" He questioned, near inaudibly, stumbling over his own words, the shock welling in his heart only contested by his pride. "G-gwen t-that's-..." A fresh shockwave of pain jolted through him, rendering him unable to finish his sentence, though his limbs clutched at her neck, embracing it despite the searing pain driving through his body. Though, he quickly realized that, well, he might not ever get to see them. If this was to mark his end, he'd never get to see them grow. "... T-they'll b-be b-beautiful... J-just like t-their mother." Despite tears beginning to well within his own irises, he wore the traces of a prideful smile, one hand shakily resting upon the equine's cheek. However, as she provided a hushed apology, his facials fell into a deep frown, the notion that she believed her to be at fault weighing heavily on his heart. "N-nonsense... I-it's n-not you're f-fault, l-love... Y-you d-didn't know..." His hand gently caressed her facials, trying his best to keep it from shaking too much. "N-never b-blame y-yourself for t-this, G-gwen." His breathing grew increasingly laboured, eyelids growing heavy. "P-promise me y-you w-won't..."
An ashen mass shifted through the treeline, burning crimson hued gaze, lined with fresh remorse and concern, desperately traversed the terrain, drawn by the scent of familiar blood. The scent of wolf carried on the wind... Cody's scent. Gwen's scent.... And... Quintin's scent. Muscles braced beneath the thick, black pelt, driving through the undergrowth towards the source, the fresh blood becoming all the more apparent as he neared the scene. Cody. He had to protect Cody. Thus, the instant he bounded into the clearing, hackles raised, he stood before the red canid, a vicious snarl, the likes of which hadn't been heard from him in a long while, tore from his throat towards the equine. His gaze traversed back to the frame of the lupine, crimson hued irises widening, audits drawn back against his skull. For a moment, he could do nothing more than stare at the wound, the firmly set lump in his throat preventing him from speaking, from properly addressing the canid. The blood of the lupine was something he never wanted to see. "Oh jesus, Cody..." hesitantly, he extended his maw, doing his best to remove some of the sickly crimson staining the brown hide. Despite shock weaving its way through his mind, rage began to surface. This was Cody. And, by god, he'd protect him, whether from others, or from himself. Always. With that thought in mind, his frame whirled round, another violent snarl cutting through the air as he approached the downed creature and shifter, ivories bared, fur bristling upon his back. His muscles tensed in preparation, shoulder blades rolling, crimson hued irises locked onto the unicorn with a distinct predatory haze. However, it was only then he truly registered the mass beneath the unicorn.
Quintin.
Suddenly, everything was a blur. His legs felt weak, his mind numb. Quintin. That was Quintin laying there, blood-stained and wounded, just as Cody was. Crimson hued irises opened wide, rooted to the spot for a good few moments, unable to grasp the situation. "... What have you done...?" he murmered, his gaze twisting back towards the brown wolf. "What did you do?!" his snap grew in velocity, before his gaze snapped back to the white frame upon the terrain, before he bounded swiftly towards the downed bipedal. "This is all my fault. I drove you out here. I should have told you sooner. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Please..." His skull bowed, nosing desperately at the man's sides, genuine tears welling in his eyes. And, for one so brutish as Archaic, tears were hard to come by. "Please don't go... Gwen needs you. Lilly needs you... I need you. You're everything I have... You're my best friend. I can't loose you..." Without hesitation, the man tugged the ashen mongrel into a sharp hug, and though the motion pained him so, he needed to do it. He forgave the shifter. No, he forgave Archaic. Tears matted within the dark mongrel's pelt, unable to comprehend what life would be without the man. "Please..."
Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss. It is the finger pressed upon our lips. It puts an unwanted emphasis, on how we should have lived. Life is a gorgeous, broken gift. Six billion pieces waiting to be fixed. Love letters that were never signed, sent to where we live. But the sweetest thing I've ever heard, is that I don't have to have the answers, just a little light to call my own. Though it pales in comparison, to the overarching shadows, this speck of light can reignite the sun, and swallow darkness whole.
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Post by Gwendolyn Rosetta Foster on Mar 13, 2015 2:29:52 GMT
like a soul mate, he's your penguin Gwendolyn wasn't sad for herself... no, she wasn't that selfish. She was sad for Quintin. The pain he had been put through for his life, the way others had treated him as an outcast. The way society had dared to put his spirits so low that he thought of himself unworthy of living, the need and desire to die grew stronger. She wanted to show him the sunlight and now she would never get to show him. He was dying, killed by the hands of another one of society's recruits. She loved him more than life itself and now the way his eyes were slowly glazing over to let death turn a new leaf made her throat tighten and mouth become dry. The stinging burn in her eyes increased, the tears couldn't stop flowing. The horrid pounding in her skull wouldn't go away. The way the voices of doubt increased as her muzzle stroked his cheek softly in comfort only drove her depression further. Her children would grow up without a father and she highly doubted she'd ever find somebody who could be as perfectly imperfect as Quintin... he was the love of her life, the bright star on a dark night. He was the Sun in the Sky and the Earth beneath her feet. He was her everything and know everything she knew was... was fading away.
Seeing his eyes squeeze closed made her slow down her movements, but her neck extended forward to allow her own neck to cover his own bloodied one. She huddled him to her dark chestnut chest, nares flaring wildly as she fought back the cries that threatened to fill her voice. "I-I..." Her nose trailed down to nuzzle at his chest softly as if it could heal the pain in his lungs. "I d-don't... P-Please... I-It h-hurts..." Rubbing her skull along his pelt tenderly, her lips quivered as they parted to speak. "I-I know, d-darling... i-it'll be o-over soon..." She whispered, choking the words out like they were poison on her tongue. She pulled her head away to look at his face with softened blue eyes filled with salty liquid. "Y-Yes... I-I s-see y-you..." The tears in er eyes brought watery vision. His frame doubled, but the beauty stayed. His perfect features, shining right before her eyes. "Focus o-on m-me, dear... d-don't l-look at an-nything else..." She advised him quietly, sniffling softly. She watched the white fur turn to equally as pale skin, the professional suit he had loved so dearly, but they were stained. Blood-red, dark mahogany in color. She swallowed a wail down her throat. "T-They?" She nodded her thick head. "Y-Yes... w-we're having twins, Q-Quin." She confirmed with a gentle and caring smile. "G-Gwen t-that's-..." She quickly ducked her head, supporting his chest by laying her nose across it to soothe his pain. "Shh... t-take your t-time, dear." The equine said. "...T-They'll b-be b-beautiful... J-Just like t-their mother." She offered a slightly widened grin but it wavered, faltering slightly into more of a cheshire smile. "N-No... m-more like t-their father. Y-You're so perfect, Q-Quintin... I-I love y-you... m-more than life i-itself.." She responded lovingly with heavy puffs heaving through her nostrils.
A cold hand laid itself upon her soft cheek. Gwen let out a quiet nicker of happiness at his affection, muscles briefly bunching up as she now believed she didn't deserve him if she was unable to protect him in the first place. "N-Nonesense... I-It's n-not you're f-fault, l-love... Y-You d-didn't know... N-Never b-blame y-yourself for t-this, G-Gwen. P-Promise me y-you w-won't..." Finally the emotions overtook her, washing over her weak walls of 'strength'. "I...I-I..." She tried to speak, but seeing his beloved and pale face stained with red and realizing she would never get to see his precious smile or feel the warm embraces he would offer when she was sad... Swallowing the lump in her throat, she leaned into his thin hand. "I-If you wish f-for it m-my love... I-I know y-you're in p-pain... Y-You won't h-have to b-be sad a-anymore.. Y-You d-don't have to feel a-alone or r-rejected a-any longer... B-But promise y-you'll w-watch over me a-and your c-children w-when you're gone, d-dear." Gwen didn't want to believe he was dying, but... it would be foolish to think he wasn't. The gashes ripped into his neck would more or less just leave him disabled if he ever lived, and make him feel even worst than he already did and the first place and... she didn't want him to have to go through that.
Ears flicked forward when she heard the heavy paw-steps. Blue eyes flickered up to see the snarling canine, flashing her own flat white teeth. She waved her horn at the threatening and rather large dog in a warning before realizing it was Quintin's own pet. Archaic. Her expression softened before looking back to the features of her lover. Then she registered the mongrel going after her... aggression over came her once more. Why the hell was he mad at her when that damned mutt had killed his owner?! Scrambling to her shaky and feathered hooves, she pawed at the ground as her frame stood over Quintin's defensively. Her lips pulled up, never leaving the spot she held above her dearly beloved. "Take another step, Mutt." She snapped viciously, a state of anger squeezing at her. That is until affection had over come the dog and... everything went numb. Her legs wobbled before stumbling back and collapsing back to Quintin's side. A sob wracked her body, making her frame quiver and shake violently. Seeing the man and dog embrace each other in a hug only made her even more depressed. Quinn had loved his dog and now? She would never be able to walk into the big house, see the defensive pet by his side and the welcoming features of the pale man. Her muzzle extended to the fallen human, gently nuzzling his shoulder. "I-It's o-okay, Quintin.... d-don't be in p-pain any l-longer... I-I don't w-want you t-to be h-hurt anym-more.... y-you'll always b-be w-with u-us..." She murmured to him supportively, flashing him a grateful smile. "D-Doubt thou t-the stars a-are fire, doubt t-that the sun d-doth move, d-doubt truth to b-be a l-liar, but ne-ever doubt I-I l-love you.." She quoted the first sweet thing he had ever said to her, murmuring into his skin, breath hot against his cold flesh. tagged: @quintinainsworth @codycurrington notes: 1087 WORDS made by ∆ ashycat of adoxography |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2015 4:30:27 GMT
Ashes, Ashes
The storm rages on, the gods above ignoring the pleading cries of the mourning
individuals. As the ever darkening clouds roll ahead, thunder brews within
the storm. Suddenly a flash of light strikes through the forest. The sound
of wood splitting and the crackling of flames erupt amongst the woods. Creatures
scurry from their home and flee from the oncoming fire. The bright flames turn into
a rampaging fiery fury. The survivors must escape before the fates takes hold of them!
Options:
A). Gwen, Arch, and Cody run away
B). They try to save Quintin's body before it is too late
Option A will either lead to no or mild injuries for all of them
Option B will lead to either mild or moderate injuries for all of them
Each of the players must choose their decision and each of you have to choose either heads or tails to decide on the injuries
We all fall down
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 0:23:11 GMT
a little light to call Death is promised to the bee, who's sting protects the colony. Was its life worth nothing more, than honey for the queen? Life is a branch and it is a dove, handcrafted by confusing love. Sign language is our reply, when church bells make no sound. In hollow towers and empty hives, we craved sweetness with a fear of heights. Was it all just a grain of sand, in an hourglass? The smartest thing I've ever learned, is that I don't have all the answers, just a little light to call my own. And though it pales in comparison, to the overarching shadows, this speck of light can reignite the sun, and swallow darkness whole.
Flanks heaving with sharp intakes of oxygen that burnt through his throat and lungs alike, teal irises were held wide, trying to register exactly what had unfolded within his mind through the wracking pains that tore through his frame. He barely felt her gentle touch against his lightly toned chest, frame numb, focused purely on the pain woven into his neck. Her vocals, ever distant to his fading senses, drew a certain dulling to his heart, the painful truth echoing through his mind, the beautiful lie of life fading. His ribcage trembled in an uneven exhale, his skull slouching away from her chest as she pulled her head away, setting his head upon the ground, gazing up at the fading love of his life through bleary teal irises. Glassy eyes blinked slowly over at the feminine, the burning sensation blaring through his throat preventing him from vocalizing the many things he had yet to say to her. All the words left unsaid. Did she know that she was the greatest thing that ever happened to him? Did she know that she was the only thing that had kept him going? Through all the hours in the dark, thinking about all the things that he fucked up in life, did she know that she was the only beautiful thing that passed through his mind? Could she possibly begin to imagine how much she meant to him, through every second, every minute, every hour that he spent in her presence?
Bleached fur gradually depleted into pale skin, dishevelled features held in a seemingly permanent wince, cringing as pain wracked through his frame once again, the transferal between forms doing nothing to decrease the pain, if anything amplifying it. His fingers gently clutched at the fur upon her neck, fighting to keep his irises fixated on the facials he knew and loved. Sickly crimson pulsated from the large wound torn into his neck, his breath becoming partially struggled, the pain in his lungs growing into a numbing ache. All he could focus on, however, was the joy at the thought of children. The greatest gifts one could provide to a child were the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence, and as one tried to teach a child about life, they, in turn, taught the parent what life was all about. He'd do better. He'd give them everything he had, he'd teach them everything he knew, he'd learn to soften every edge that he had, he'd learn to hold the world to it's best... It was only verging in the midths of those thoughts that another throbbing pain brought him surging back to reality. Would he even get to see their faces? Would he ever know them? Would he ever get to hold them in his arms? Hell, more importantly, would he ever be able to look upon Gwen again? Would he ever be able to embrace her form again? To run his hand through the soft, brown locks of hers? The searing pains that cut through his throat seemed to scream otherwise, "I l-love y-you... W-without knowing h-how, w-why, or e-even f-from where... I a-always w-will... You were t-the g-greatest thing t-that ever h-happened t-to m-me." However, a frown promptly worked it's way onto his facials. "I-I... I'm s-sorry, G-Gwen..." His words were, albeit, abrupt, his gaze growing glassy. "I'm s-sorry..." There it was. The self-blame that had always been there, and likely would be, until the end of his existence. He had been so blind, running out here, regardless of the consequence... He hadn't thought about her, he hadn't considered the danger. He was sorry... But that wouldn't fix things. It wouldn't fix the pain he was putting her through. Her tears... They were his fault.
With his gaze reluctantly twisting back upwards to face the feminine, his limb shakily lifted, hand gently settling upon her cheek, fingers gently grazing through her fur, the tensing of her frame gone unnoticed due to his own numbness, feeling nothing, not even the sensation of his fingers within her fur, aside from the ragged pains tearing through his frame, threatening to engulf him. Even so, he held her gaze, battling to keep the pain from his eyes, though it was plain to see in his expression. Her words echoed within his mind, the corners of his mouth drawn upwards into a subtle smile, "A-always..." However, the arrival of the ashen mongrel immediately wove tension through the air, his own pained frame bracing upon the sound of the vicious snarl that ripped from the canid's maw. His teal irises widened upon her frame scrambling upwards, his limb shooting out, painfully quickly, and in doing the only thing he could think of doing at that current time, he grasped her pastern. His words were no more than a hoarse whisper, unable to raise his voice. "P-please... D-don't h-hurt him... "
Fur bristling wildly, the mongrel's vicious expression barely faltered upon her frame rising, nor her displays of aggression. His lips drew backwards, yellow-tinted ivories revealed, muscular frame braced in preparation to attack the equine. However, the hushed vocals emitted from the frame of the bipedal beneath the mythical creature caused an immediate hesitation. Before he knew, he found himself scampering over towards the downed bipedal, whining frantically, eyes wide as he scowered his crimson gaze across the thick scarlet pooling at the man's throat. "Fuck! Fuck! Jesus fucking christ, Quintin, what do I-..." Cut off by being drawn into the bipedal's embrace, the mongrel drew in a sharp intake of oxygen, though his eyes soon wettened, and his own darkly toned frame huddled against the man's chest. A painfully soft whine left his maw, though upon moving slightly an earning a pained wince from the man, his form scrabbled back, audits pinning back, for the fear of harming the man further. His crimson hued irises leaked tears into his dark fur, mottling within the thick pelt. His haunches slumped to the terrain, hanging his head, irises squinting shut. Why Quintin? Why did it have to be him? Quintin tried. He really did. Why was the world so determined to throw him back into the dust, constantly? Why was the world so cruel?
"A-arch... T-take c-care of t-them... For m-me." His teal irises searched the canid, his vocalization earning a subtle nod from the stationary mongrel. He was running out of time. He could feel it. His breathing wavered wildly, as did his vision, duplicating the views before him, despite desperately trying to refocus his irises upon the feminine, his sight permanently blurred. You'll always be with us... The words echoed within the deepest recesses of his mind, reverberating on the walls. He didn't want to leave, not yet. He had so much left to say, so much left to do, so much to put right. His irises desperately searched what little he could make out of her expression through glazed irises. Her words grew distant, though he was able to make out the beginnings of her sweet voice, the first thing spoken between them of love... Still, his fingers pressed into the thick fur of her neck, and though he words were long gone from his senses, as was his sight, he managed to process one final thought, one final speech.
He'd always promised himself that if he had to choose between breathing, and loving her, he'd use his last breath only to say...
"Gwen...
I love you..."
The faint, struggled breath of the dishevelled man faded; initially, he thought it to simply be a trick of his numbed senses. Through bleary irises, he returned his gaze upwards, his audits craning forward, desperate to detect a breath, a heartbeat, a shift in the man's frame. Though, all he found was a face violently bare, skin deathly pale, and teal irises close. Permanently. "Quintin?" He whispered, his vocals initially more inquisitive than anything, though promptly, his form shifted into than of his human counterpart, reaching over to gently shove one of the man's legs, desperate to make him move. "Q-Quintin? Please..." He didn't want to believe it, he couldn't. He couldn't be gone. Limbs trembling wildly, he reached out, shaking the man's torso in a final desperate effort, however, his head soon dropped to gently rest against the man's chest. "Please just... Just w-wake u-up..." His voice wavered, thick with emotion. However, upon realizing that his effort were futile, that he was useless to halt the occurrence, to reverse time, he moved backwards, onto his knees, hanging his head. One... Two... Three... Four... He kept a stable count of each erratic heartbeat pounding within his chest, of each ragged breath tearing through his lungs, numb to the rain pouring down upon them. The thick scent of blood was heavy within his nares, the sheer knowledge of it's source sinking his heart, plunging it into the depths of despair. One... Two...
However, there was a more overpowering scent that hung in the air; it took him a good few moments to identify it, his irises searching the ground with a deep frown set upon his facials, said scent briefly distracting him from the scene at hand. No, it couldn't be... As the sound of crackling flames split from among the treeline, however, his frame shot upright, staggering briefly in the suddenness of his own motion. Though his facials were stained with wetness, both from rain and tears entwined, his look fully entailed concern. "Gwen. We have to go." Crimson irises searched the thick woods around them, no time to spare for suffering, the promise of Gwen's protection outweighing his heavy heart, his grief prolonged."Now."
Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss. It is the finger pressed upon our lips. It puts an unwanted emphasis, on how we should have lived. Life is a gorgeous, broken gift. Six billion pieces waiting to be fixed. Love letters that were never signed, sent to where we live. But the sweetest thing I've ever heard, is that I don't have to have the answers, just a little light to call my own. Though it pales in comparison, to the overarching shadows, this speck of light can reignite the sun, and swallow darkness whole.
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