»im broken, you can't fix it.

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POSTING ORDER
SQUEEBLE
ARYA
SHADOW

Why cant I get it right, just cant let it go

---The snowy white brujo blended perfectly with the snow that lay covering the rocks and protecting his browning pads from the sharpness of the minerals. The male wandered closer to the edge, eyeing it with a half-interested expression. The fall was too far to survive, he calculated, and too steep to ever climb up. Basically, it was a trap. You could only descend with the knowledge of your death, and ascent was only possible if you were going much, much further than the rocky outcrop that held the arctic wolf so snugly. His dark black orbs traced the outline of the many trees below and he sniffed at the wind; the place held a great many memories of death. It gave him chills to think about them, and he turned from the cliff. It was best not to bring up the past.

His decision to turn had been a good one, for a curious jackrabbit had wandered too close to the wolf. Now, it realized its mistake, but the jaws of death were already upon it. Kesuk flipped the mammal into the air with a flick of his chiselled crania, and as the rabbit came back down to earth Kesuk reached out and snapped its neck with his jaws.

It's not a glamorous job, but someone's gotta do it.

He lowered himself to the ground, Kesuk, and he examined his kill. It had been unsuspected but appreciated, for as the male smelled the blood and the fear his stomach rumbled and he began to eat. Kesuk did not take pleasure from eating- it was merely a mechanical movement that feuled him for what he needed to do.

And what would that be?

...Well, if Kesuk ever figured it out, he'd certainly be feuled.

I got memories, this is crazy.

[Rukia]

Arya

A long tongue licked around her muzzle as her sapphire eyes focused on a small elk. By the scent she could tell that it was injured on one shoulder. Probably from another wolf. Her silver fur flickered in the sunlight and she slowly crouched down moving toward her prey. Mmm... She could already taste it. Arya stopped and waited for the right moment. Slowly she rose, her small form almost visible, though her silver fur blended in almost perfectly with her surroundings. The blue diamond shape on her forehead began to glow. Her eyes locked onto her targest and three large and sharp icicles appear by her side. She lifted her head and howled. The sharp forms flung at her prey which fell to the ground with no sound. Arya smiled and padded over to her prey.



Hungrily the silver wolf began to rip apart the carcass of the elk. Its blood dripping from her muzzle until she licked her chops clean. An unfamiliar scent crossed her nose other then the scent of her prey. She pricked her ears, but knew it was another wolf.

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---His sensitive ears picked up on the sound of crunching flesh and Kesuk paused, his maw poised to rip another chunk of meat from his kill. He listened for a few more moments, weighinghis options. If the other wolf was hostile, it would be good to go deal with it now. While he could be prepared. However, if it was a docile wolf, then there was no need for Kesuk to disturb himself with the walk and the search. A soft sigh came out from his muzzle, frosting immediately and becoming a whiff of snowy air in a matter of seconsd. He would go and see, and waste his time if needed. After all, it wasn't like he had anything better to do. And there would be more jackrabbits in the future, he knew that. There may not be more wolves.

He rose, shook himself briskly, and stuck his nose to the wind. Femme. She was not that far from him, and he was thankful the wind was mostly still today. They would both smell eachother, then. He moved towards it, slinking and limping all at the same time. Kesuk saw her before he reached her, and his breath snagged in his throat. The femme looked just like Amraquk. His heart beat like a drum and his eyes widened, but his brain told him to steady himself. The scent was nothing like the heavenly, homely, comforting scent of the she-wolf he once loved. This was a new wolf.

The foolishness of mistake hung heavily over his shoulders as he approached her slowly, knowing fully well that he towered over her in height and weight. His maw parted in greeting, though his words were peculiar; his voice had a qaulity like tin, and his tune held no emotion. He could have passed for dead, if not for the living, breathing body that emitted the lifeless noise.

Greetings, femme. Are you here on hostile business?

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[Rukia]

Arya

Arya soon identified the scent. It was a male wolf. A low growl came from her throat, but it stopped as she looked around. The scent getting stronger by the second. Could they be part of Hunterpack? She knew that it was bad that she had forgotten the smell of Hunterpack, but she hadn't scented them in a year and she hoped she would never scent them ever again. The silver fae pricked her ears and watched the form curiously as it got closer. If this wolf wanted a fight, she would gladly give it to him.

A few minutes later she spotted his large form. He was a lot bigger then she was, giving him an advantage over her. Arya's sapphire eyes watched him carefully, wondering what he wanted. Pricking her ears as he spoke, she listened. However she didn't answer him quite yet. Instead she padded past him and towards her prey, eating more of it hungrily. For all she knew he might have wanted her prey and she wasn't willing to fight over prey, even though she was starving and hadn't eaten in days. She finished and looked up back at the male wolf. "I...I don't know." her answer was small almost like a whisper. Her voice was caught in her throat. She wanted to talk louder, but couldn't.

[twisted]

xx. d i r g e
( below the storm clouds, as thunder strikes, who is this demon in my sight? )

[/u] Small but delicate wisps of wind blew through the exotic pelt of Dirge as the male glanced down with an apathetic smirk, a alive rabbit impaled by his dark-gray talons by claw and flesh, white fur smothered in crimson fluid and mouth opened in a shrill shriek of pain as the creature's head overhang over the cliff edge in a deadly silence. The canine opened his maw in a yawn that exposed his ivory fangs to the cruel world, pointed and sharp as he drew his toung over their edges and onto his chops with a satisfying click as his jaws closed, sensing the signatures of other wolves out and about near his surroundings. "How peculiar,"[/color] Dirge mused with a wicked grin to the rabbit who couldn't understand his language quite the same way, "That I already ate before you stumbled under my snout?"[/color] The beast scoffed, lowering his head and signaling his ears in the direction of the small, fluffy, animal under his grip.

x x The lithe wolf rose up on all fours, the rabbit cowering in horror below him as its life slowly ebbed away from it within each passing minute. Dirge turned his head to the side, as if a plot was molding in his dark mind. "Oh . . .?" He chiped in all of a sudden as a gale buffeted his fur to the side, but was no challenge to even move him an inch from where he was standing. "Now pitiful little rabbit of mine, I know you wouldn't want to die like this, correct?" The canine questioned with an icy tone. "So . . . how about throwing you off the dandy cliff here?'" He growled, bending himself down so that his black-tipped snout nearly grazed the face of the rabbit as it squeeled. "Is that a yes?" He snarled, his voice rising, but not to the point where anyone could hear it within his own range. With that, Dirge clamped his jaws viciouslly on the left hind leg of the fuzzy creature, swinging it up into the frigid air and preparing to toss it when he stopped. Spitting the piece of prey back down and glaring at it, the wolf made a new preposition. "How `bout I rip your leg straight off your body while i'm throwing you off the edge?"

x x With his departing statement, Dirge snatched the very same leg as before in the prison of his razor fangs, before twisting his torso and applying pressure down his teeth and into the leg before a terrible stretching noise could be heard, before a crack and a tearing sound as the rabbit's limb was torn straight off in a matter of seconds with a splatter of blood droplets in the air, which froze and dropped to the ground in glinting shards as the rest of the small, fluffy creature was propelled off the cliff edge and down into the dark void of death. "Have fun being dead." Dirge spat, not one spot of the crimson liquid that had flown from the rabbit staining his pelt from the gory scene that had opened up infront of his very slitted hues. "Hmph. What a waste of skin." The wolf growled, shaking his pelt and padding in the opposite direction of the edge, not caring if there were other wolves in the are at the moment.[/font][/ul]

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---He watched her as the femme moved towarsd her food, obviously worried that he was after it. To show his indifference to her mighty catch he took a step away from it. Moose was not a favourite of his. Indeed, nothing was anymore. Anymore.

He allowed half of his mind to wander while the other half kept watch over his mortal self. How strange, that it had been two years since he had last been with his love, and yet the pain had not numbed even a little? How odd, how peculiar, that a wolf could go an entire two years with no emotion, no passion. He was a freak of nature and he knew it. Once upon a time he had been a healthy young wolf, a top notch fighter and a loving mate. But one day had changed all of those things, and now he was this- a cripple, a shell of a once-was warrior. Pathetic. He trembled a little, shouldering the waves of overbearing grief that washed over his entire being. It scratched at him and he winced. The emotional pain, the knowledge that if only he had been with her... Amraquk had been outnumbered. A gang killing. He could have saved her, oh they could be together!

But enough. He was done. She was gone, he had let her die. It was his fault and he would punish himself for it. To show her, wherever she had gone, wherever her lovely soul had flown to, that he loved her. His love would never be soiled by any other femme. His heart had room for one wolf only- one wolf named Amraquk, whose dead body had no doubt by now been scavenged to nothing but eroding bones.

Much like him.

He listened to her speech, straining to catch the words. I don't know? He bristled but did not show fang- she was showing signs of docility but would not admit her peace. He spoke once more, standing now. His voice was slightly deeper, but still dead. Only a bit more threatening than it had been before.

What do you mean, you don't know? Did you come with intent to kill me? Or not?

With this, he awaited her reply. A new scent caught his attention, and the male was surprised; it was another wolf. A male. He sniffed the air again and his fur bristled further; there was something surreal about the scent of the male. He couldn't put his paw on it, but leave no doubt- his nose did not lie.

Something was off about the other male.

[Rukia]

Arya

Hearing his reply, her ears flattened against her head. Her sapphire eyes cold as she rose to her paws in a defensive position. How dare he talk to her like that? Arya snap out of it! A low growl rose from her throat, but stopped dead. What was she thinking? He didn't even do anything to her yet? Slowly the fae sat down again, her ears still flat to her head. Her eyes focused on the male in front of her. "No. I couldn't do such thing...I only kill prey...to survive." her reply this time was much louder then before. She wasn't afraid anymore, but was still cautious.



Another scent crossed her nose. Another male. Oh great! she thought, but kept her eye on the one before her. She just wanted to be left in peace. This time she didn't growl. Arya wandered into her thoughts. She remembered, and remembered well. Her mother killed by the Hunterpack Alpha, her father and brother...oh the torture! The worst was finding out who she really was. She was one of them, one with powers in which she inherited from her mother. A small crystal like tear trickled down her soft cheek and onto the ground. Her gaze left the wolf and stared at the ground. Mother... she thought, her ears now plastered to her head almost enough that you couldn't see them. Her small form now vulnerable to any attacks.

[crimsonmoon]

Ryuk was searching for another one of her victims when she came upon another wolf who seemed to be talking to the rabbit he was killing. The she-wolf laughed quietly to herself as she was the scene in front of her. Whenever someone or something was killed gave her so much delight. Once the other wolf turned and started leaving, Ryuk ran over and licked up the droplets of blood that fell before turning off and following the other wolf. After a few moments she thought she would say something. "Hello." It was more of a demand then anything. Ryuk was expecting an answer right then. But, of course he won't answer me. He'll just keep on walking and pretend to ignore me. Just like everyone else. Well, I'll make him pay attention to me! Ryuk made a motion and a large blockade of impenetrable fire appeared in front of Dirge. She laughed and then quickly moved inbetween Dirge and the fire. "Hello. Who are you?" The darkly colored she-wolf growled loudly. Then, out of nowhere a wisp of smoke surrounded Ryuk and she appeared behind Dirge again. "I see you love to torture and kill too? Heh. Who doesn't anymore?" Ryuk's voice was so sweet it was disturbing. She slowly walked beside Dirge, rubbing up against him ever so slightly. She knew it was making him uncomfortable and she loved it.

[twisted]

xx. d i r g e
( below the storm clouds, as thunder strikes, who is this demon in my sight? )

[/u] Dirge scowled, the plain expression twisting his face into remorse as he tested the air to find a particular she-wolf and a normal `ol male near his position "Oh jolly joy." The wolf spat disdainfully to himself in such a low, hushed voice that only he could hear his sarcastic insult. He just couldn't go somewhere without having to be bothered by others, could he? Not even someplace as simple as a cliff! The tawny wolf snorted, swinging his face towards the direction of the conversing wolves with perked ears, catching faint words that he couldn't decipher. Flexing his talons in and out of his neat paws, he continued to wander aimlessly around the perimeter around the cliff edge, a negative expression plastered straight on his pointed face as flowers wilted within touching range of his swift frame. "Tch.' Dirge muttered crossly as his black pad stomped breathlessly on an already glooming rose without any care or mercy in the quick action. True, the ground was poking his pads so, but they had long since hardened and became tough from his isolation as a cub oh so long ago.


x x The air around Dirge seemed to be chilled and frosted, cold to the touch some would say in a way. The canine pressed on, throwing a scathing stare at the ground below his body as he wondered why in the world he was in such a stupid place like this. Or why in the world he was even talking to himself. Or thinking about how dull life was, and the sadistic things he did to that poor little rabbit. The rabbit send a spooky smile upon Dirge's face, oh how so fun causing pain felt in the tip of your talons, the satisfaction of hurting. Come on, he wasn't that bad? How come all the other godforsaken wolves marked him as "abnormal" or "a senseless freak?" It wasn't his fault that his mom ran away like the coward she was for his fuddy-duddy cursed father and abandoned him in the wilderness. It wasn't his fault that he was blessed with these wicked powers that would yield at his very command. But know one understood anyways, so what was the use of wasting your time explaining when you could just do?

x x Dirge sighed, rolled his electrifying golden orbs, and padded on again. Only pausing if a sudden noise or movement caught his attention, or if he sensed something weird. As far as he was concerned, the other wolves around him were just any other creature made to die on the very world they were given life on. Just another wasted bundle of fur and flesh that could argue, complain, and do all that good stuff that made them . . . them. If they didn't irritate, patronize, annoy, or piss him off in any way, then he would leave them in piece and leave them alone. They posed no threat at the moment, and that was all he cared about now. Fortunate for them, he wasn't exactly in a very "I'm gonna kill you!" mood right now. But that all changed when a ring of fire surrounded him and a very annoying she-wolf started questioning him, breaking him out of his trance. "Ugh." He muttered as he shoved her into the fire, not surprised if the fire wouldn't scorch her fur or anything like that. What was wrong with his pelt? His fur was exposed to be prickly and poky, so why wasn't it affecting this she-wolf? "Has anyone ever told you to SHUT UP!? Apparently not by the looks of it." Dirge snarled bleakly as he was flocked all around by her, wondering if he should choke her with her own shadow to end the patronizing. Flattening his ears to the side of his skull and narrowing his pools in annoyance, lips curled back ever so slightly to the point where they showed just a portion of his deadly canine's. Before anything else could happen, he dug his right paw into the frigid soil and swiped a mess of sharp dirt and rock into Ryuk's face with a snicker. "Get out of my way miss-priss." The male threatened with a smile, before stepping into the shade of her shadow and vanishing, only to re-appear next to Kesuk and Arya by accident. "Oh great, more issues to add to my never-ending list of burdens." Dirge grumbled meakly to himself, tail lowered in defeat of trying to get some peace and quiet for one day.[/font][/ul]

[crimsonmoon]

Ryuk didn't do anything when she was pushed into her own fire. Of course it wouldn't do anything to her since she was it's creator. "Heh." That was all she said. However, she was a little taken aback when rocks and dirt were kicked into her face but she held back the urge to shoot a small fire bolt at the male in front of her. She sighed and instead of retorting back she calmly, a little too calmly said "Well. That's what I do. I live to kill and annoy people." The she-wolf turned and headed toward the edge of the cliff and looked down for a moment. Then, she asked "So. Who are you?" and when she turned back to see what Dirge was going to do to her he just disappeared. "Well, I guess I'm alone...again. Eh. Whatever." Ryuk said slowly. "Where could he have gone to? Why does everyone always leave? I never have any fun anymore!"

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---He watched as the she-wolf seemed to gather some courage. A flicker of something inside of him emerged- it was amusement. He did not make the move to smile, for nothing had made him smile in such a long time his muscles had forgotten how. Instead he surveyed her, wondering what her story was. He would like to have believed she was a normal wolf, just like any other, but something in the shy femme's haunted eyes told him otherwise. She had experienced pain as well, pain that was immobilizing. Only she had become mobile again. She had learned to live on, and live free.

He was chained to the memories.

He moved to answer her, parting his jaws and preparing his vocal chords, but before the lyrics shot forth he was interupted by another male. The other male muttered to himself- something about burdens. Kesuk eyed the male carefully. This was the intruding scent he had spotted a while back. This was the 'off' wolf. He didn't look much different. He seemed rather healthy. Perhaps the male was disabled in some sort? He had burst out of the underbrush, and perhaps it was that that was awry. The male either had no social nicety or he was senseless of some sort. Not blind- his pools were normal enough. Perhaps scent, then? Or sound? He cautiously tried out his voice once more, the metallic song bouncing around all three of them.

We are burdens to you, the she-wolf and I? Neither of us are hostile.

He looked towards her once more, and spoke again, adressing her this time.

It's a good way to live. I am Kesuk.

[Rukia]

Arya

The silver wolf pricked her ears as she heard birds chirping above. However, another voice caught her attention. Looking down she spotted the male wolf she had scented before. Her sapphire eyes showed no emotion as she watched him. Me? A burden!? Even though the comment angered her, she didn't say anything or showed it. The fae wasn't looking for a fight it would only add to her life of chaos.

Arya... Confusion sparked in inside of her. Huh? Who was that?
Arya... The silver fae looked around at the two other wolves, it seemed like they didn't hear the voice whom was calling her name. What is it? Who are you? There was no answer.
Forget about me...move on with your life
Mother? The voice had gone and Arya was listening to what was going on now. Hearing the brute's name she dipped her head in respect and returned the name. "Arya." Was all she said.

[twisted]

xx. d i r g e
( below the storm clouds, as thunder strikes, who is this demon in my sight? )
[ooc;; I've not the muse. ]

[/u] Dirge snorted, wrenching his head back to stare at the frosty blue sky in order to control his fiery temper. "Well, your aren't the greatest batch in the world." The male hissed crossly to himself as a retort to Kesuk, golden optics narrowed to deadly slits as the wolf drew out information from the way the two other canines stould, talked, and reacted to the situation. Useless imbeciles. What have I gotten myself into this time? Dirge grumbled to himself with an agonized grunt that came out in a plume of bitter winter air. For some reason he couldn't quite describe, this winter seemed more harsh than usual, unlike some other one's. It was the vibe that this season was giving off, but he didn't know what exactly.

x x The lithe wolf glanced sentimentally back towards the direction of Ryuk, wondering why a femme like her was doing in such a ruined down place like the rocky cliff. Dirge swerved his head back towards Kesuk and Arya with flattened ears, as if a threat was ready to burst from his maw. "Oh yes?" He growled towards the white male with a monotone note strung in his words. "Not a threat? Hmph. That's what they always say." Dirge objected without much of a fuss, "But it's not like I feel uncomfortable with you two pests anyways.'" He continued, acting like he was so full of himself when he didn't mean too, but then again, he didn't particularly care about how his personality was presented to others. First, he stooped down so low as to talking to a rabbit, second, some picky she-wolf starts going crazy all over him, third, he ended up near others of his kind, and fourth . . . well . . . his life just sucked. Period.

x x Dirge sighed, tail levitating an inch from the hard soil below it as he continued to look at the femme and the other male infront of his unyielding gaze. Striking hues flickering from Arya to Kesuk with an wicked gleam in their metallic depths. Well, if he had nothing to do for the rest of the day, then maybe he would have atleast some fun toying with these two wolves that he had happened to stumble upon on his little trek around the forest.[/font][/ul]