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Jun 23, 2005 8:30:43 GMT
Post by Chailyn (away) on Jun 23, 2005 8:30:43 GMT
Claws dug deep into the still-warm flesh of the kill, blood seeping up and over the skin of the carcass. Chailyn worked with curt meticulousness, expertly extracting pieces of succulent muscle from the tangle of bones and vital organs, long fingers prizing apart the anatomy of the rabbit with practised care.
After finishing her meal, she carefully licked her digits clean, and kicked dirt over the disembowelled carcass with apathetic speed. To her disappointment, the snack did nothing to appease her terrible temper, the taste of salty crimson failing to satisfy the resentment that burned at the back of her mind.
"Enough," she muttered furiously to herself. There was no need to maintain her customary facade of utter composure. No-one was there to witness her exhibition of uncontrollable temper. "She seeks to defeat me, then abandon me for dead," she raged, anger casting a curtain over the eyes of rationality. "I, that gave her the immortality that she bares to this day." Her breathing was coming quicker as she strode deeper into the shadows, towards the heart of the forest.
"I that gave her back her life, pulling her from hell's evil clutches." What had previously been a resentful mutter had risen to an enraged roar, her very limbs trembling with this raw anger. "Betrayed by my own creation," she roared to the silent night sky, no longer waring about who might hear. Chailyn was beyond all rationality. The smouldering mistrust and apprehension that had been eating away at her consuming her mind had finally caught alight, rising up in a passionate blaze.
"My own monster, a blood-crazed Frankenstein." The Lycan Elder came to an abrupt halt. Sinking slowly to her knees on the forest floor, her clawed fingers raked at the air as she shut her eyes tightly, her beautiful visage twisted into an ugly mask of pure venom.
"She thinks to conquer my might in all the glory of her youth and merciless power..." Her tone had dropped, the words now formed in a malevolent whisper. "But I shall not be so easily crushed," she growled, passionate rage rising in her throat. "If blood is all she holds love for, then I shall give her a bloodbath unlike any seen in this rugged territory."
And that I swear to the God above. Tonight, the stench of carnage shall fill the senses of every living creature. I shall not suffer such a dishonour.
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Jun 23, 2005 9:27:00 GMT
Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jun 23, 2005 9:27:00 GMT
Each and every single word that was accented only by the slightly scarred woman's voice echoed throughout a wide radius, along with her tearing and snarling at her corpse on the damp forest floor. And each word uttered stung deep within that black heart of the Lycaness almost as much as it had with Chailyn, causing a sneer to grasp those thin, pale lips. Though she was almost a kilometre from the desired spot of the Forest Lycan Alpha, the hissed statements caught within her domed ears.
How had Sealla done any of those things mentioned? It made hardly any sense whatsoever to the younger woman. Sure, she had more bloodlust than many a normal Lycan, but was that enough to call her a monster? Twigs and random fallen leaves crunched beneath the shadowed paws that lead her closer to her destination. Chailyn. With each attack that Sealla had brought upon a sad little creature, it added to her strength. Wasn't that what her mother wanted?
The vision of the crouched woman almost carried a slight sadness from her heart. The only two creatures she held love for in this world, and only one seemed to return it. One quite happy with Sealla, the other disappointed and furious. "You know, Frankenstein was the creator." Her almost whispered voice stated from a few metres in front of the woman. And that was all that was said. For the moment anyway. Standing strongly in a prepared stance, the midnight cloak from around her lithe form bustled only a little in the surrounding winds.
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Jun 24, 2005 7:40:28 GMT
Post by Chailyn (away) on Jun 24, 2005 7:40:28 GMT
Chailyn lurched to her feet as the younger lycan addressed her, spinning on her heels to face the young woman. "So, you've decided to do me the honour of gracing me with your company?" she snarled, her full lips twisted in a canine sneer. Bright eyes snapping, for the first time in a long time she sized up her daughter, assessing her fighting potential.
"Now tell me the truth, and tell it fast," she hissed, clenched fists trembling with the terrible fury that had her senses utterly ensnared. "It was your plan from the beginning, to overthrow me. I that returned your life to you, I that loved-" her voice cracked and broke off, tears of rage blurring her vision. "Though I may have been blinded by such things as of before, now the veil across my eyes has been cast away and I see your black motives as plain as day," she drew in a breath shuddering with suppressed wrath.
It's true... she told herself firmly, You know it's true. Nothing she says will allow you to be blinded once more...
Taking two steps towards the younger woman, Chailyn loomed over Sealla, for although her daughter was very tall there were few that could match Chailyn's height of six-foot-five. Glowering down, the Lycan Elder glared an unmistakable challenge into the eyes of the other. "You planned to stab me in the back, defeat me while I was blinded by love," she growled, "You thought you could defeat Chailyn with such ease, but I tell you, no matter what you do, I shall not go down without a fight!" Her tone had risen once more to a roar as her desire for utter dominance continued to poison her mind.
(ooc) Aee, Chai is such a paranoid b****! XD
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Jun 24, 2005 10:28:29 GMT
Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jun 24, 2005 10:28:29 GMT
And once again, her biting words hurt more than any of the past fights the woman had been in. More than anything she had ever felt before. But the only thing she could think of doing was either to break into a fight to explain to Chailyn that she wasn't out to take over, or to collapse into a ball and burst into flames, screaming her explanation. However, she went with neither. Most other times when she had to explain something, she'd break out into a fight with the person.
Not this time, hopefully.
Those almost totally black eyes focused harshly within Sealla's, attempting to re-inforce her already powerful dominance over the woman. But instead of shrinking back, she held a somwhat sympathising expression towards her mother and simply uttered, "Chailyn, mother, why do you think such things when my loyalties are with you? If anything, I'd go an overthrow the tunnel Lycans and bring their clan back to the one."
Oh how she hoped that those simple sentences would reach through to the mother that had brought the woman back. How could she think such a thing? "Why do you assume these things? You think I'm a rutheless monster if I fight against others, why would I against you? You are my world now..." the voice that held those words and carried them to the woman's ears held sincerity and a rare feeling within Sealla.
Love. Dear Love.
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Jun 24, 2005 11:29:00 GMT
Post by Chailyn (away) on Jun 24, 2005 11:29:00 GMT
For a split second, the enraged beast that so forcibly consumed Chailyn's wits faltered, thrown off balance by the sincerity and love in her daughters eyes. A split second where the rage leaked out of her pounding heart...and yet a split second too short to aid in a long-term effect. No empathy remained to quell the true monster that had devoured the Elder, and she returned Sealla's stare with frosty apathy.
Without any warning, the woman's hand had risen up faster than an arrow, delivering a stinging slap across her daughter's pale visage. "I suppose it is my own failing, never teaching you it was wrong to lie to your elders," she spat, her vicious words accompanied by a tone laced with rancour. "You may be a monster, but I have no intension of underestimating your ruthless cunning. There is no more room for deceit, my child. You never loved me, although I gambled my soul to the devil for the restoration of yours."
Chailyn's mind was spinning with chaotic rage as she continued to tower over her daughter, fury written in every line of her lean form. It was all she could do to prevent herself from wrapping slender fingers around Sealla's slim neck, but even through all the madness and discord, Chailyn was an expert fighter, and she had no intention of giving such an easy opening for the younger woman to exploit.
"It is time," she breathed, poison dripping from her every syllable. "Time to begin this epic battle...blood of the mother against blood of the daughter. Exactly what you wanted, no?" she challenged, the answer already fixed in her mind. "Now we shall see whether Chailyn's might is so diminished that she cannot hold battle.."
Blood was the devil's repayment, and blood would be spilled tonight.
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Jun 24, 2005 11:42:31 GMT
Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jun 24, 2005 11:42:31 GMT
"No... please... I don't want to fight you!" came the horrid shriek escaping the woman's lips almost straight after the impact of Chailyn's hand against her cheek. How could she think such things? It was absurd. The woman that had given her immortality, twice, decieved by her own paranoya. Thus the burden of such a destructive child. "Please! I'm not lying to you!" But there was no point in saying any more. Perhaps her thoughts of leaving the Forest and joining Rogue had been the best plan after all.
It wasn't too late to turn back, but would she?
But she stayed determined to not strike the woman once. Not once. How strong was her endurance though? Not very in comparison to the other fights with the Tunnel Lycans it seemed. The younger Lycan's mind thrived with counteracting questions, purely asking why Chailyn had the idea that Sealla was to throw her off her throne. What power would the younger one gain by doing that? A lot of enemies, no more friends.
With fur sprouting from every inch of Sealla's slightly smaller form, she was on all fours for only a moment before her legs collapsed under her, now baring her underside to the Lycan she called Mother. Chailyn, Mother, if you really think I'm going to try and take your position by force, strike me down now. Because I have no plans to overtake you. The words held by the tone slipped quickly from her mind, tipped with a breaking voice of pain and anxiety.
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Jun 24, 2005 13:37:27 GMT
Post by Chailyn (away) on Jun 24, 2005 13:37:27 GMT
"You a true actress," scoffed Chailyn, the awful beast seemingly immune to the agony of her own child. "But I know your kind...no-one shall get the better of this woman," she snarled, features slowly melting, becoming more canine. "You will fight me now, for I know too well that if I were to believe these lies, I would find a dagger in my back."
Her form continued to grotesquely mutate from woman to great black wolf. Normally these transformations were performed with a peculiar grace, seeming almost like a dance between the forms, but now the ugliness of her thoughts was reflected in this vulgar metamorphosis from human to dog. "You planned to abandon me," she muttered, her soft words deadly audible through the chilly air. "You cannot deny it, I see it in your every gesture-"
The growl of Chailyn's human voice was lost as her mouth elongated, becoming the muzzle of her true form, the wolf. A beast of majestic poise, Chailyn was far darker than the inky blue sky, her shaggy coat the shade of deep coal. Her bright eyes glinted dangerously as she crouched back, preparing to spring.
Traitor! she shrieked, the single word reverberating like an explosion throughout the entire forest, causing birds to take flight in alarm and rabbits to cower down, their mental ears bleeding from the magnitude of the accusation.
With that, Chailyn launched herself at the smaller wolf, her mass of almost two-hundred pounds colliding with such a force that Sealla was flung back, tail over paw with Chailyn's muscular frame crushing her, her immense jaws snapping dangerously close to her daughter's jugular. The final warning.
Now fight me, you treacherous filth.
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Jun 24, 2005 13:47:42 GMT
Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jun 24, 2005 13:47:42 GMT
That was it, that's all she needed. In replacement of the sadness and rejectedness that thrived throughout that black heart of Sealla's, anger filled in. Anger of not being believed or understood by one of the two people she held closest to her heart. And by now, Chailyn was closest to her throat, threataning to tear it out with one quick snap. At least she was close enough for a bite.
And that's what happened. Sealla's jaws gaped open and clamped shut hard around Chailyn's muzzle, peircing and tearing at her lips and gums. The growls that erupted from within both the Lycanesses throats echoed throughout the forest, announcing the arrival of a true fight. A fight between love and hatred. Fear and happiness. With a quick enough tug, Sealla heavily (and with much needed strength) tossed the elder off her enough for the Lycan to get to her feet.
Her lips curled upwards into a snarl directed straight at her mother, both ears pricked straight at her and tail held high in the air behind her, and finally she launched herself at Chailyn, ramming her jaws deeply into her gut, forcing out blood from the fresh wound. The tackle held enough speed that it knocked them both to the ground, but still Sealla tore and ripped at her side, breathing hot air through her mouth and nose enough to register as burning pain.
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Jun 24, 2005 14:16:04 GMT
Post by Chailyn (away) on Jun 24, 2005 14:16:04 GMT
Justified.
A roar of pain escaped Chailyn's wide muzzle, agony mingled with sick elation. She was right, she was right all along about her... Years of training and raw experience had given the Lycan Elder the ability to block out most pain, so the deep scratches in her side did not hinder her as she rolled out of the way of the claws. Fire, on the other hand, was not something that Chailyn had ever appreciatedm and her own smouldering flesh was enough to escalate the madness to the next level.
The adrenalin induced by a battle was surging through her veins as she clamped an iron fist around the pain of being singed, and once again launched herself at the partially winded wolf, slamming head-first into the other lycan's her with enough force to drop a charging bull. With a sickening crunch, the fine wolverine bones gave way to the immense pressure of Chailyn's blow. Ghostly white stood out starkly against the black of Sealla's coat, the broken ribs jutting out of her flesh in ugly contortions, trails of scarlet-black running unchecked over the pallidness of the exposed bones.
Like how it feels, child? The icy tone that pierced Sealla's mind greatly contrasted the violent acts that Chailyn continued to perform. Are you enjoying knowing how it feels to have your loved ones betray you in cold blood? Each statement was punctuated by a shower of blood, as Chailyn sunk almost all forty-two of her teeth deep into the warm flesh of her daughter's shoulder, shaking her from side to side with her powerful jaws. In a final motion, Chailyn summoned up her strength and let go of the lycan, flinging her into a nearby tree stump with a flick of her orifice. In an instant, she had once again sprung forward, landing with a crash on her daughter's body, her own blood mixing with Sealla's in an undistinguishable mass of inky liquid.
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Jun 24, 2005 14:26:12 GMT
Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jun 24, 2005 14:26:12 GMT
She couldn't do anything. Nothing. The pain was unbarable, and so the Lycaness just lay there for a few moments, accepting the fact that there was no way to change Chailyn's mind. Unless..
Now with the Lycan atop herself, Sealla had just enough strength to roll them over so that Sealla was on top this time, pinning her down with enough of her body weight. Sure she had endured a lot of vicious fights in the past few weeks, but she had enough weight to hold Chailyn down for at least a few minutes. Within a second though, her whole form burst into furious blue flames, engulfing Chailyn and herself.
Though if Chai had thrown Sealla off by now, she would have just rolled to one side and lay there, letting her bones heal. But now that she had the slight upper hand, she let the heat radiate off her body, sending her flames sprawling over the black form of Chailyn. It would be enough to at least leave some sort of scar in the end after she had healed herself. Vicious shrieks and cries exploded from Sealla's gaped jaws as she kept herself and Chailyn alight with fire.
But just in case, the open jaws coughed up a melting ball of fire and sent it from the few inches she was away from Chailyn. Now that had to hurt at least as much as her snapped but slowly healing ribs. With another breath of hot air sent like a flame-thrower at the black wolf, she rolled limply off her onto her side, letting the flames stay alight around both herself and her mother.
Don't you see, Mother. I love you, please, stop this. You'll kill me before I admit to an unjust act. I DON'T WANT YOUR POWER! IT BELONGS TO YOU!
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Jun 24, 2005 14:42:21 GMT
Post by Chailyn (away) on Jun 24, 2005 14:42:21 GMT
And then it hit her.
The tree stump that they were crushed against was that very same stump that her brother's life had been ended on, almost two years previous to the day. Railyn's blood had sunk into the ground in this very spot, the carnage of his body spread wide for the world to see.
And the simple recollection of this was enough to pierce the madness that had overcome Chailyn. As the pain of the fire engulfed her, a euphoria mingled with the passion of the flames. Utter joy at the realisation. She was not mindless evil, and it held no power over her in the face of love. The realisation that it was not Sealla attempting to cast a veil over her bright eyes, but her own love of power.
And she had overcome it. The love she still harboured for her brother, passed away; the love she held for her daughter, the only offspring that brought joy to her heart when they met...
The fury in her eyes had died, leaving only debris of blood and tears in their wake. In an instant, the maddened wolf was transfigured, the slender woman form of Chailyn lying flat on her back, arms drawn up against the onslaught of fire. Though undoubtedly the beast could have continued to fight, there was no need in the face of her realisation.
"Sealla, my child," she choked, voice full of tears. "I'm so sorry."
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Jun 24, 2005 14:47:08 GMT
Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jun 24, 2005 14:47:08 GMT
And finally it sunk in. Chailyn had realised that it wasn't Sealla that wanted her power over her pack. But still the fire burned around the younger woman, and after long moments of silence after the fire had died down, sobs could be heard coming from her. Sobs of pain and fear. Fear. Something she hadn't felt for a very, very long time. And yet, it came and graced itself within Sealla this night. The night her mother attacked.
Was this how Amelia felt?
The battered and bloodied wolf lay on her side, curled up in a tight, defensive ball, not daring to utter a single wimper other than her sobs of sadness. Was Chailyn really sorry? Did she really understand how it felt? Quite obviously Sealla didn't until now. That's the sad thing. Sealla's eyes lay clenched shut to the world, not wanting to ever open them. But she had to soon enough.
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Jul 13, 2005 0:21:34 GMT
Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jul 13, 2005 0:21:34 GMT
(Ooc: *pokes the frozen Chai*)
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Sept 10, 2005 4:05:09 GMT
Post by Lothani on Sept 10, 2005 4:05:09 GMT
(Ooc: *and again*)
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Oct 23, 2005 4:46:24 GMT
Post by Chailyn (away) on Oct 23, 2005 4:46:24 GMT
Bringing blood-strained fingers to her face, the woman let out a sob that racked her lean frame. And then another, and yet another followed. As the vicious fire licked at skin, hair and garments alike, the tears that rolled down the lycan's face evaporated in hisses of steam, their brief journey down her cheeks leaving pale lines in the blood. But as Chailyn let out a single scream of agony, it was the consumption that ate away at her soul, rather than the fire that caressed her limbs, that was her blinding agony.
Chailyn's long nails dug deep into the flesh of her own face, carving deep welts into her filthy visage, three down her right cheek, three down her left. The sting that this caused was her morphine, her release. Concentrate on this worldly pain, but spare my heart this gut-wrenching anguish, she begged God, making a silent oath that none but she could know. Anything would do as a salvage, but she lay there, her form shaking from pain, it seemed that all divinity had turned away, abandoned her.
She could not fight. Arms flopped limply to the ground, lying uselessly beside her, sprawled on the forest floor. Her heart was devoid of any self-love, and with that the ability to battle was lost. Chailyn, perhaps among the greatest fighters the world had ever known, merely lay there as the flames wrapped her in their deadly embrace. Silence, heavier than lead, fell upon her mind. Peaceful, yet poisonous. Her mind lifted up and away from her ravaged form, floating up between the trees whose bark had begun to char in the heat. Away it flew, reaching to the stars, searching for some place cold, some place without the cruel rouge flames, their potent lust attempting to devour her.
Then there she was. Sealla... It was a feeble whisper, but tangible, none the less. My daughter? Again, her broken mind tried. You kill us both.
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