Wandering~Open/Wolves~

[mazzira]

ALIANNE

I don't believe in happy endings

You know those times when everything seems to be going wrong? Well imagine that happening every minute of your life. It would be horror. That's how I live. Nothing ever going right, but somehow not completely wrong either, because I'm still alive, still trying to make the best out of my unlucky life. Of course, there are times when I wonder if never breathing again would make my life better, or maybe help those that know me. The problem is with that plan is that everyone I know is dead. So, that plan will probably never go into action, unless somehow I end up finding someone who doesn't realise I'm a bad luck magnet. Like that's likely.

Well, because everyone I knew was either dead or regretting getting to know me I was completely alone. Not even a fly flew around my head, annoying my to frustration. It was so quiet I could hear my almost silent paws on the grassy floor of the valley. It was so quiet I was a little annoyed. They could at least come close enough for me to here them. I wasn't that unlucky!

A growl of annoyance rumbled into my chest, disturbing the perfect stillness. I cut it off abruptly, the urge to do something taking over my annoyance. I could feel my legs itching to stretch over the green ground and I could tell my muscles wanted to be used. I dug my back claws into the soft earth and launched myself forward. My white paws fell to the grass into a rhythmic beat that lulled my into an almost trance like state. My legs stretched out further, and I savored the feel of the wind through my fur. My life might be going completely wrong, but did it really matter when I felt like I was flying? Did it really matter that my former pack hated me, or that all my family was dead? Not while I was running, for the pure exhilaration of the speed blew any other thoughts from my mind. The feel of speed cleansed it so I could think clearly.

As I began to slow I realised that birds were singing in the trees. My ears swiveled around, wondering why they hadn't left as soon as they heard my snowy paws on the ground. I looked around, wondering if they could see me. My icy blue orbs took in everything around me, including the black smoke like substance that was gathering around me. A sigh escaped from my maw. Why was it that I couldn't completely control my powers yet? After all, hadn't I had three years to master them? It was so annoying.

I focused my mind on what I looked like normally and the smoke stuff faded away. Once I was completely sure it was gone I dropped to my belly and lay my steel grey head on my paper white paws. My eyes slowly slid shut, until only a glint of ice blue remained. To most it would look like I was sleeping, except for the observant few that saw the glint of blue under my eyes lids. That would mean any wolves here would leave me alone, especially the males. I might be unlucky, but I certainly wasn't ugly.

The few minutes in a place full of life filled me with hope that perhaps all my bad luck for a life time had happened. Of course I was wrong, but hey, what's wrong with hoping? Especially when you've had nothing but tragedy in your lifetime. Everyone needs a reason to hope, even a unfourtunate wolf like me.

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[A S A R]

just take off your WINGS.

The summer was reaching its climax, the days getting longer and the temperatures rising higher. Palmyra was beginning to whither beneath the sun like a grape left out to dry. Water shortages were killing off the young, weak, and old left and right. This created a rise in death and the dwindling of packs and herds. Such a harsh summer was a dangerous time for Palmyra. The sweltering heat of the day was beginning to irritate the Black Alliance wolf.

Poltergeist hated heat.

Standing on the ridge of the mountains he gazed down into the valley that yawned below him. It was probably just as hot down there as it was standing in the thin air of the mountains. Sighing he began his decent to hopefully cooler ground. It irked him how his paws burned with each and every step on the baking rock. How he hated the summer. Spring and fall were the only worthwhile seasons, summer and winter brought out the extreme weather of Palmyra, and he absolutely hated it.

He was fickle like that.

Too lazy to move around a tree he simply passed through it, much like a ghost. But the wolf was very much alive. As he got closer to the valley he noticed another wolf was there. He snarled at the blue glistening tribal markings that stood out on her snow-white pelt like a sore blue thumb. She was laying down in a manner that would generally keep others from approaching her, but curiosity always kills the cat and Geist was more than interested in what she was doing.

The male could go for some torture of a White Alliance wolf.

It had been a long time since he had taunted the opposite alliance. The hunger for a fight ate away at his nerves, his hairs stood on end, a small growl rumbled deep within his throat as he picked up the pace, his mind no longer focusing on the heat that had been bothering him so much before. It was not long before he had descended from the mountains and was standing before her, his shadow casting over her still one, his voice was rough and slow,
Just because you lay like that doesn’t mean there’s going to be someone curious enough to come over and check what the hell you’re doing.

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notes;; sorry it’s so short D:

[mazzira]

ALIANNE

I don't believe in happy endings

I heard the paws on the dusty ground before I saw the wolf and I knew that I was to be disturbed. I sighed and opened my piercing ice blue eyes, letting their icy depths survey the wolf that was coming. He, and it was obviously a he, was passing through the trees in a manner of a ghost, but I could hear his heartbeat. His tribal markings glowed blood red, alerting me that he was of the Black Alliance. I sighed. Was it my luck that kept attracting things that wanted to kill me, or was it that I was always in the wrong place at the wrong time?

The Black Alliance male stopped over me, his shadow blocking the sun's blistering rays. I looked up at him, my steel grey head tilted so I could see him properly. I took in his shaggy pelt, the glowing tribal markings and his clawed paws. If it came to a fight I would obviously be the one losing, unless I managed to control my powers better then I normally did. Then it might be equal, but I wasn't sure with this male's strange ability to pass through solid objects. His words made me flick an ear, a little annoyance flickering through my brain.

"Yes, I know, but most aren't curious enough to do so. But, as per usual, it seems the one that is has to pass my way," I responded, the annoyance I was feeling obvious in my words. As soon as I had said them I got to my paws and shook off any dirt that had settled on my steel grey pelt. The dirt fell away easily, drifting to the ground almost lazily. His shadow still fell over me, but now I could look into his eyes without looking up. I relaxed a little, happy that we were evenly matched in height now.

Now that I was in a more comfortable position I glared at him for disturbing one of the few moments of peace I had in my miserable life. As I did so all the words he had spoken ran through my mind. So he wanted to know what I was doing? Perhaps I should tell him, if I could be bothered. If I couldn't I would try to use the darker one of my powers to obscure myself so I could escape. If that didn't work then I guessed I would have to stand and fight. Great. I thought, irritated.

[/i]That would just make my day.[/i]

"If you must know what the hell I'm doing, then I guess I should tell you," I said, darkly mocking. "I was comtemplating whether or not I should end my miserable life, but I guess I don't need to now as it seems you've decided to do it for me."

My words were bitter, and full of hate for my unlucky history. When I left my original pack I thought all my bad luck would just go away, but as always I was wrong. It didn't matter where I went, or how fast I ran, my miserable luck would always follow me. I guess that's just what happens when one tries to control something both light and dark. That was why I believed that there were no happy endings in this world of war, or anywhere for that matter.

I had experianced anough horror, bitterness and bloodshed to know happiness was just an illusion that obscured the real world from pups. I knew that love was nothing compared to hate, but I also knew that fear was a much stronger emotion then either, no matter what people said. Fear was so much stronger then anything else, because no matter what, no matter how tough they were, everyone ran away in the end. Even me, who had experianced things that some would consider worse then death. I couldn't help but agree with them, for there had been times when I had thought never seeing again would be better then the torture I was feeling, but then, that could give me even more reason to run away.

My mind returned to the situation I was in with a snap, and I almost felt the mental whiplash. I shook my head, trying to clear the haze that was my memories. It didn't do anything, but I didn't really expect it would. There was no way to escape from your past, not even if you ran until your died. Well, the dying part would let you escape, but how many were willing to do to escape the ghosts of yesterday? None that I knew, not even myself. [/blockquote][/size]

[A S A R]

just take off your WINGS.

He watched the she-wolf closely, for all he knew she could have been the ever so rare White Alliance switch-over onto the proper side, and could jump up and tear his throat out. But she merely opened her crystal blue eyes and raised her head. At that moment Poltergeist was satisfied that she was no monster hiding out as the good guys ready to eviscerate his bowels. Subconsciously, he let out a sigh of relief and relaxed his stance and muscles released the tension; now he was more curious than defensive. It was not every day that one found a random wolf just laying in the grass as if she was waiting for a beast to come by and kill her.

But by her explanation, he found she was waiting on just that.

Well, sort of. He let out a hearty chuckle as she said it was clear he had already made up her fate for her. Taking a step back he shook his head and sat down. Though of the Black Alliance where they were taught from day one that the blue-glowing beasts from the other side of the world were their enemy, most parents left it up to their children to decide how they treated their equally magical adversaries. Poltergeist’s parents in particular had been stronger towards global peace and taught him that he shouldn’t kill an opponent when they’re lying down or without a reason. So far, she was violating both of his morals, and therefore was safe from whatever wrath he could unleash upon her,
See? That’s why there’s war 24/7. It’s those with the disgraceful mentality that any opponent is better off dead. If I were, oh I don’t know, the Black King or Black Army General I’m sure you wouldn’t even had a chance to open your eyes.
He narrowed is gaze at the mention of his King.

Of course, he was loyal to his Alliance, but that did not mean he had to like his Monarchs.

Stretching and itching an ear he yawned and continued,
Besides, I haven’t even gotten a chance to figure out your name, or why exactly you’re considering killing yourself. My parents always taught me it was nice to be on a first name basis with anyone you met, even if you were going to kill them, so don’t fret! My upbringing has saved you for now. My name is Poltergeist.

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notes;; yay longer ;D

[mazzira]

ALIANNE

I don't believe in happy endings

The Black Alliance male stepped away from me and lay down, putting himsle finto a vulnerable position. I looked at him, a little surprise animating my stony features. As he spoke of his monarchs his eyes narrowed a little, telling me that he didn't approve of them. My head cocked, interest overwhelming my wariness. I glanced at him and decided that he wasn't going to attack any time soon, so I also lay down, but not quite in the same manner I had been before. It was more relaxed, but yet also on edge. I was ready to act if he attacked.

"For all I know you are," I commented to myself on his little explanation that if he'd been the Black King or Army General I would be dead already.

As he spoke of his upbringing I supressed the urge to laugh. A moral Black Alliance? Now that was something I hadn't come across very often, but I guess oddities group together, and I was most certainly an oddity among the White Alliance, as truly I was hardly part of the Alliance at all. I was more of a wanderer, not taking part in any battles, but still part of the war. I would fight if I was needed, but only if my General could find me. No one ahd come seeking me yet, but it would only be a matter of time.

"Well Poltergeist, if you're going to be sticking around I might as well tell you my name," I told him as I registered his name. Poltergeist, his name explained his powers. "I'm Alianne."

I yawned, my tongue curling into the roof of my mouth and settled my head on my paws, feeling a little more comfortable knowing that it wasn't likely he would kill me in the next five minutes, but, with my luck, he would probably decide knowing my first anem was enough. Unless my horrible luck was starting to dissapate, but did I really believe that? I had ran from it, but it had followed. I had tried fighting it, but it had always won. Now, just as I was starting to accept it, would it disappear forever? It would be a miracle if it did, but miracles weren't something that happened very often, even if I did believe in them.

"If it is upbringing that is preventing you from killing me at this moment then perhaps my good luck has decided to finally do something, but I really doubt that. Most probably in five seconds something truly terrible is about to happen and you'll end up dead or about to murder me, but I guess that's just what my life is like," I mused outloud, giving him a little insight into who I was, since he was so eager to figure out why I had been considering ending my miserable life.

I watched him for a few seconds, determining whether it would be alright to let the conversation lapse into silence while he tried to decode my clue. He seemed nonthreatening, so I half shut my eyes and enjoyed the patch of sunlight I was lying in. Afterall, enjoyment was very rare in my life.

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[A S A R]

just take off your WINGS.

Geist watched the she-wolf closely, he could see the tickled expression of amusement almost break across her face, and he smirked. He knew she was laughing at his ‘morals’. But the she-wolf could laugh all she wanted, he was sure if he were as moral-less as the rest of his Alliance she’d be wishing he had a shred of remorse if his teeth were fastened on her pretty white throat, joyously watching as the dark red covered the white. Finally, she introduced herself and he was glad to be talking to a face with a name and not just a face,
Well, hello there Alianne.

Really, the Black aligned wolf was much more manner-oriented than his bloodthirsty brethren.

She should be thanking the great Goddess and all the stars in the sky that he was placid enough to let her talk. Of course, she had no idea that he had already made up his mind about not torturing her, curiosity had grabbed him by the whiskers and forced him to stay put, chaining him to the ground and keeping him from slitting her throat. That was a good thing about the young wolf, once he made up his mind it was going to take a hell of a lot of persuasion to shake him off of his decision.

Alianne brought up the subject of luck.

The grey wolf snorted. He didn’t believe in any kind of luck. There was only the fate that you made for yourself. Poltergeist had experienced plenty of good situations and his fair share of bad situations to help him come to the conclusion that there was no such thing as luck. He strongly thought that each and every creature was a master of their own fate, twisting the path set in front of them through series of subconscious actions made every day. It was up to her to turn her bad luck around, but he wasn’t about to give her a lecture. He chuckled at her paranoia,
It’s been five seconds already, and my heart has not stopped beating, nor have I leapt up to tear your throat from your neck and take it as a consolation prize for the small talk. I do not believe in luck, and therefore I am unaffected by your misery and sorrow. And I suggest you should stop laughing at my morals, I’m pretty sure we already covered that if I were anyone else I would have dragged you back to my homeland and handed you to the king himself as a way to get on his good side.
He smirked at his words.

Destroying lives and tearing families apart; just another day in the Black Alliance.

If one was into that stuff.

notes;; don’t freak out that I edited your last post, I fixed some coding ;D