Post by Rogue on Dec 30, 2004 3:40:53 GMT
Ooc: I know the following is probably unexpected but I want to make this really interesting...
Ic: Rogue's eyelids wouldn't open, she forced them, whimpering as she came too once again, but they wouldn't. It was like a heavy locked doors, with no key. God how she wished she was alone, that's all she'd ever known, in times of pain and uncetainty, solitude was always there to comfort her. But no, she was surrounded by the other lycans, surrounded by wolves who claimed to love her as one of their own.
It was all so new and confusing. Just breath... A voice whispered in her mind, hushing her cries and slowing her breathing to a steadier pace. Her muzzle hurt, so bad. If it wasn't broken, it was breaking. If her eyes were closed, they were opening, and if her breath was running short, which it was, her heart was slowing to a gentle tempo.
"MOVE!" Someone's voice boomed, shattering the walls of Rogue's mind as she winced in excrutiating pain, kicking at anything weakly with her hind paws. Her tail was rushing across the ground like lightning, all claws extracted and digging into the surface underneath her, whatever it was, she couldn't feel it.
Suddenly the world shuddered around her as Kage muttered a spell and a deep forest-green powder floated down infront of Rogue's muzzle and eyes. She breathed in, feeling a rush of air colder than the weather outside. Her muzzle froze, as did the pain in it, her limbs froze, and her tail dropped to the floor, lacking the grace it had always held before.
Her eyes flittered closed, the last thing she saw was...A shadow of her former self at the entrance of the tunnels? Was she dying? Was that her spirit? No...It was Sealla. Rogue's mind shattered as she tried to speak through telepathy, calling out to the black she-wolf at the entrance. God, why couldn't she speak, they had to know...They have to know...
Everything went black again, then light began to filter behind her closed eyes. She felt so weak, and lost, like a snowflake in winter, bruised and surrounded by never ending white. Patterns and shapes skimmed across her vision, placing pictures in her mind of long ago. A young wolf, or boy at that time, someone from another pack she'd once been in.
"Here Rogue, I want you to haev this." The boy handed a pretty young girl a small sterling silver bracelet, the name ~Rogue~ was carved into it's surface beautifully. She slipped it onto her wrist, it was a perfect and permanent fit. So small, so thin, hardly visible as it's deadly material snaked it's way around her wrist. The boy smiled, as did the girl. They embraced and as their arms left each other she melted into the form a she-wolf, a young pale pup, a young rogue lycan.
Silver was Rogue's favourite colour, much to the surprise of anyone who knew what killed a lycan. The boy knew this, and he also knew it's consequences. He told Rogue it wasn't real silver, simply an impression, fake. And how was she to know if he was telling the truth? She trusted him...
"I promise Rogue, don't forget me...I promise it will never hurt you, just like I promise I never will." The boy called as the she-wolf rushed off into the falling snow. The young pup glanced over her shoulder, catching a strange glint in the boy's eye, but she brushed it off and kept running, to her new home, to a new family...
The she-wolf's body jerked suddenly, although she was out cold. She vaguely heard the mention of changing forms and with all her might she tried to move, she tried to say no, she tried to scream, but nobody heard...Her body was a shell for the mind that lay within. Her heartbeat was the only thing signalling her distress, it had begun to race, despite the blood loss.
Tucked under her thick coat of snow, hidden behind the caked and blinding blood, on her left forepaw, wrapped beneath the loose bandage, settled a lovely little bracelet, skin-tight to the she-wolf's ankle. ~Rogue~ was still engraved elegantly on it's surface, blurred and hardly visible by the blood. The tiny bracelet sat against Rogue's ruptured paw, bleeding it's deadly nitrate into her open wound...
It was an easy thing to miss, and it didn't shine under the pulsing blood that poured out over it, hiding it from careful eyes. This was Rogue's reason for panic, this is why her mind screamed for mercy, this was what was going to kill the once beautiful and gentle-natured she-wolf they'd all come to know so well...
This was what they'd all failed to see...
Was it too late?
Ic: Rogue's eyelids wouldn't open, she forced them, whimpering as she came too once again, but they wouldn't. It was like a heavy locked doors, with no key. God how she wished she was alone, that's all she'd ever known, in times of pain and uncetainty, solitude was always there to comfort her. But no, she was surrounded by the other lycans, surrounded by wolves who claimed to love her as one of their own.
It was all so new and confusing. Just breath... A voice whispered in her mind, hushing her cries and slowing her breathing to a steadier pace. Her muzzle hurt, so bad. If it wasn't broken, it was breaking. If her eyes were closed, they were opening, and if her breath was running short, which it was, her heart was slowing to a gentle tempo.
"MOVE!" Someone's voice boomed, shattering the walls of Rogue's mind as she winced in excrutiating pain, kicking at anything weakly with her hind paws. Her tail was rushing across the ground like lightning, all claws extracted and digging into the surface underneath her, whatever it was, she couldn't feel it.
Suddenly the world shuddered around her as Kage muttered a spell and a deep forest-green powder floated down infront of Rogue's muzzle and eyes. She breathed in, feeling a rush of air colder than the weather outside. Her muzzle froze, as did the pain in it, her limbs froze, and her tail dropped to the floor, lacking the grace it had always held before.
Her eyes flittered closed, the last thing she saw was...A shadow of her former self at the entrance of the tunnels? Was she dying? Was that her spirit? No...It was Sealla. Rogue's mind shattered as she tried to speak through telepathy, calling out to the black she-wolf at the entrance. God, why couldn't she speak, they had to know...They have to know...
Everything went black again, then light began to filter behind her closed eyes. She felt so weak, and lost, like a snowflake in winter, bruised and surrounded by never ending white. Patterns and shapes skimmed across her vision, placing pictures in her mind of long ago. A young wolf, or boy at that time, someone from another pack she'd once been in.
"Here Rogue, I want you to haev this." The boy handed a pretty young girl a small sterling silver bracelet, the name ~Rogue~ was carved into it's surface beautifully. She slipped it onto her wrist, it was a perfect and permanent fit. So small, so thin, hardly visible as it's deadly material snaked it's way around her wrist. The boy smiled, as did the girl. They embraced and as their arms left each other she melted into the form a she-wolf, a young pale pup, a young rogue lycan.
Silver was Rogue's favourite colour, much to the surprise of anyone who knew what killed a lycan. The boy knew this, and he also knew it's consequences. He told Rogue it wasn't real silver, simply an impression, fake. And how was she to know if he was telling the truth? She trusted him...
"I promise Rogue, don't forget me...I promise it will never hurt you, just like I promise I never will." The boy called as the she-wolf rushed off into the falling snow. The young pup glanced over her shoulder, catching a strange glint in the boy's eye, but she brushed it off and kept running, to her new home, to a new family...
The she-wolf's body jerked suddenly, although she was out cold. She vaguely heard the mention of changing forms and with all her might she tried to move, she tried to say no, she tried to scream, but nobody heard...Her body was a shell for the mind that lay within. Her heartbeat was the only thing signalling her distress, it had begun to race, despite the blood loss.
Tucked under her thick coat of snow, hidden behind the caked and blinding blood, on her left forepaw, wrapped beneath the loose bandage, settled a lovely little bracelet, skin-tight to the she-wolf's ankle. ~Rogue~ was still engraved elegantly on it's surface, blurred and hardly visible by the blood. The tiny bracelet sat against Rogue's ruptured paw, bleeding it's deadly nitrate into her open wound...
It was an easy thing to miss, and it didn't shine under the pulsing blood that poured out over it, hiding it from careful eyes. This was Rogue's reason for panic, this is why her mind screamed for mercy, this was what was going to kill the once beautiful and gentle-natured she-wolf they'd all come to know so well...
This was what they'd all failed to see...
Was it too late?