Searching for the truth

[†Amelia†]

~Invite only~

Amelia ran though the dense trees in the forbidden forest, she didn't care that she had no shoes on, and that her feet were bleeding from stepping on the sharp twigs and brambles on the ground, she didn't care when branches hit in her face, she didn't care that her clothes were muddy and torn. She was on a mission.

How dare she leave me? She was stronger than anyone I know...and she died giving birth? And now I hear she’s back? But she hasn't come home...oh no...she hasn't come home to her family...instead she's hiding in the forest? rants like these shouted within the brunette's mind, and her usually rose pink eyes had reddened.

Amelia didn't care if she sounded selfish. All she knew is that Sealla was the one person she had learnt to rely on. Beside her pups, Sealla was the one person she loved most in her world. So why was she hurting her like this? Part of Amelia wanted Sealla to be alive...the other part wanted Sealla to be dead...if she had indeed chosen the forest over the tunnels...

Not noticing a large tree root sticking from the ground, Amelia tripped and fell flat on her face, cutting her lip and spraining her wrists as she tried to catch herself. Moaning in pain, she staggered to her feet, the young mother was not in best condition since having her pups. She had spent most of her time feeding them and having quiet time in the tunnels. Amelia paid for that now.

Her pups along with Sealla’s and Rogue’s were sleeping in the chamber with Kage. She’d made sure they were all asleep before she had sneaked out. Now Amelia was stood alone, in the darkness of the forbidden forest, her face messed up, her feet cut to shreds, and her hands and wrists hurting very badly. There was no way the small brunette could defend herself against the forest creatures should they decide to attack her.

But, in the mood Amelia was in, she didn’t care in the slightest. Instead of feeling scared she grew angry.

“SEALLA! COME SHOW YOUR FACE” she demanded, screaming at the top of her lungs. She then hung her head low and waited…for the worst…


~hands Sealla an official invitation to thread~ ;D

[Sealla (Retired)]

(ooc: Wow! *claps* Nice post. Very descriptive ^^ *takes the invitation* o0o0o0!)

Blood. Fresh blood. But not one of a human. That's what lead the raven-haired woman to the battered mother. Yet another Lycan mother to grace the world. First Rayne, then Rogue, then Sealla, now Amelia. Maybe Chailyn was next. The woman raised a mental eyebrow at herself for the thought. No. Chailyn's only love resided with Railyn's soul. Sealla didn't even assume there was love for her in that shadowed heart of the Forest Lycan Elder. But still, loyalty was what flowed through her veins for the woman.

Though slightly tattered now, the same black, figurative, singlet dress clung to Sealla's curves, splitting like an 'A' just above her knees to flow down to form a 'V' behind her calves. The night was warm, unlike the other nights of the forest. The weather was changing, either that or the once dead Lycan was beginning to grow used to the temperature of the fog-ridden trees.

The middle and index finger walked themselves over Amelia's left shoulder, behind her neck, then to the other side. "Why, dear child, there's no need to yell." She began in an almost sadistic tone. "Because I'm right here." At the end of her sentence, a nail of Sealla's dug lightly into the brunette's back at the position of her heart.

[†Amelia†]

(ooc: *rolls eyes at Sealla.* whatever. Your post, as always, was good though...)

Amelia didn't flinch when Sealla appeared, and started 'walking' her fingers all over her back. She had no reason too: Sealla was Amelia's lycan mother, and as far as the young brunette was concerned: this was all that mattered.

However, she had to turn when Sealla dug her nail into Amelia's back, it made her slightly nervous, spinning around to face Sealla, she took a breath in shock: she looked even more radient than ever, so alive.

"Momma!" she cried out, so happy to see Sealla. Without a second thought, Amelia flung her arms around the black haired female's shoulders, once there she clung tightly, hugging and showing no signs of stopping. "I missed you so much" she whispered, ignoring the agonising pains that her feet, wrists and many cuts were causing her.

(ooc2: sorry for crappness...tis hot and I've been at work... *expects the worst to happen as Amelia is hugging evil Sealla* )

[Sealla (Retired)]

Those pale pink eyes almost totally lit up like a light in darkness when the girl turned around to see the raven-haired woman. Now it was obvious that the whole Lycan world knew, if they knew Sealla, that the black wolf was back. Apart from her battered and worn appearance, the brunette hadn't really changed one bit. The last time Amelia would have seen Sealla was when she was lying on that bed, dead cold to the world.

But now, oh she was the opposite. The almost total exact opposite of that Lycan that had grown to a major extent in the Tunnels. Such viciousness was held within her soul, if she still had one that is. Arms were flung around the woman's shoulders, and a sudden wave of aquardness hit her. Thus, she shook it off, along with the Tunnel Lycan. "It seems everyone has, child." The hoarse woman replied whilst brushing her front with her palms.

When would this stop? No one knew. But perhaps a final ordeal that Sealla could pull... just perhaps that might work.

[†Amelia†]

Amelia stepped back as she felt Sealla brushing her off and away, she instinctively lowered her head in respect, and in sorrow: her own lycan mother had rejected her. A Tear rolled down her right cheek, leaving a streak on her mud and blood covered face.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked "Why won't you just come home to us, your family." she pleaded "I'm suckling your son, and I know you want to be doing that for yourself. Please, come home with me"

With that she offered up a hand, and let it remain in mid air, shaking and trembling from the pain her body was in, and from her nerves at what Sealla might do.

"Please Momma, take my hand, come home" she whispered, choking back tears and trying to remain as strong as she knew her lycan mother always was.

[Sealla (Retired)]

That's always the way. All Lycans who Sealla had grown somewhat close to constantly asked why she was doing what she did, or why she changed, or to change back to what she used to be like. And to be quite frank, she was growing rather tired of it. Not one minute into the conversation, and Amelia and Rayne had already asked these things.

A snigger faught its way from Sealla's throat. A harsh chuckle that would pierce any hopeful bubble any had for the woman's sanity. "Can't you see I've changed? Amelia, child, things change. Homes change." she spat, standing over the Lycan now. Her hand lifted in the air, and pushed away the other that offered a path back to the past.

"Tunnel Lycans aren't allowed in the Forest, you know." she snarled just before bending down so that all four of her limbs were placed firmly on the ground. Seconds later, and she was covered in black fur, and had taken on a different form to any human. Her lips curled upwards into a warning growl.

[†Amelia†]

Amelia sighed and shook her head, she fought back tears of frustration. She watched as Sealla transformed to her lycan form, and listened to the menacing growl: the warning to leave.

"I'm not leaving without you. You can do whatever you like to me, because I love you Momma, and I need you." she stood her ground, and braced her body for the impact of Sealla's attack which seemed to be likely.

[Sealla (Retired)]

Love. What is love? A feeling that blatantly describes attraction to another? Or was it something more than that? Whatever it was, there was hardly any of it within the black heart of the equally black Lycan now. Those bright blue eyes glazed over for a split second, remembering the feeling of Rogue's appearance, the only Lycan that had recieved anything close to love from Sealla.

A vicious howl-like bark erupted from the snapping jaws as her body followed the announcing call of attack, all four paws bounding against the dirt. A forceful leap led Sealla to come high enough for her canines to snap around the thin neck of the brunette, but instead a split second before it would happen, her jaws clamped shut, snapping an inch before.

Her head easily dodged Amelia's body, and the she-wolf landed heavily onto the ground. Get out, because next time I won't miss. she snarled.

[†Amelia†]

ooc: *is too shocked to reply*

*isn't loved by Sealla*

[†Amelia†]

ooc: *sniffles back tears* that hurt like a punch in the gut, Sealla.

ic:

Amelia didn't flinch. She watched, terrified, as Sealla lunged in attack, but still Amelia didn't budge, the only movement she made was her breathing which she was trying to stop from becoming eractic.

Sealla's words were so harsh, as though she had no heart, or no soul: well not good ones anyway. Something had changed in Sealla, and it was only now that the small brunette realised that Sealla didn't love Amelia, and now she wondered if tha black haired lycan ever had loved her.

Sighing, her hands in such tightly clenched fists that they had gone past white, red and were beginning to turn purpley blue, Amelia shook her head and began to walk away, not looking back even once.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't save you. And I'm sorry that you've become this. I'll never forget you" she called out, her voice loud, and a little shakey, then she continued to walk on, still not looking back: leaving herself completely vulnerable, not that she cared anymore.

[Sealla (Retired)]

Save her? What was there to save? Save her from becoming the strong fearless killer? The blackened wolf didn't see how it was such a bad thing. But leaving herself vulnerable wasn't the smartest move in the world. Amelia still had her pups to fend for. Sure, so did Sealla, but look where that went!

Those blue eyes closed again and let a sigh loose. You'll never forget me... she repeated to no one in particular. What did Sealla really mean to Amelia? It seemed as though she was her whole world. How strange...

[†Amelia†]

"Oh-kay...thats enough" she shouted, her tone one of anger now. Spinning around she turned to face Sealla.

"I'm not going, why should I? Just because you say too? Peh. If you can abbandon your role as a mother, then I don't have the respect to follow your wishes. So there" she stopped, panting for breath in surprise at her own reaction to all of this.

They were probably about 10 or so meters apart, and so Amelia walked back towards Sealla, to close the gap.

"Surely you can remember how I used to hang to your every word? I bet people thought I was some pathetic puppy dog, but I didn't care because I loved and respected you so would do anything to please you." the pink-eyed brunette grew more and more angrier

"I'm sorry to say it, but it seems as though being nice doesn't matter to you anymore, and if the only way I can get through to you is to be a b***h then I'll do that: anyway I've gotten a few pointers from you in this short time" she glared hard, her face getting red.

"You're better than this, and I can't believe you're giving in to this life, I never thought of you as a coward, but now I do. Want to know why?" she didn't wait for an answer "I'll tell you why: because you stay here to be protected by the forest. I think you're scared. You died, so its understandable. But you think being part of the forest makes you invincible and thats why you stay here, leaving your family behind. You are a COWARD" she screamed this last word, then stood staring at Sealla, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily for air.

[Sealla (Retired)]

Each of those words were aimed obviously to hit home, and sure enough they did. Each and every single one. As each individual black hair melted back into her skin, the woman lowered to the ground, and wrapped her arms protectively around her legs, bringing them up to her chest. In the end, she lost balance, and slowly rolled to one side.

"Please..." she sobbed softly between bursts of tears "...just leave me be..."


(Ooc: Oh god... I HATE writer's blocks!!!! >.<)

[†Amelia†]

Amelia was truely and utterly shocked. So much so, that her mouth dropped and hung open as she stared at Sealla, the lycan that a minute ago seemed like a heartless b***h. Amelia couldn't actually recall any other time when she'd witnessed Sealla crying: so it made the brunette feel awkward.

Also, she felt guilty. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry" she took another step closer.

Part of Amelia wanted to kneel beside Sealla and comfort her, however the newest part of Amelia knew that Sealla had changed and that Sealla didn't love her, so what help would it do?

The young mother was torn between what to do.

[Sealla (Retired)]

There she stayed, wrapped up in her own misery on the ground, her arms encasing her body to her chest. Why didn't the Tunnel Lycans just stay out of the forest like they had agreed to do not so long ago? Perhaps it was the point that Morgana was hardly around anymore to enforce the regulations. Thus it was the Forest Lycans' role to do so if she didn't.

The sobbing stayed rather loud, echoing through the trees of her home as her body began to shake uncontrollably in her little curled up state. "GO!" She shrieked.