Mikayla (back <3)
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Post by Mikayla (back <3) on Aug 27, 2005 6:57:51 GMT
One, two, three, four, jump til you can't jump no more.
"Children, come inside. Aridam and Leela would have wanted their daughter's birthday celebrated. Its important..."
"Where is Mikayla?" It was the thirtieth of august ((yes, I know it isn't yet, but I wanted something to do, this is it, and her/my birthday's then, so pretend!)) once more. Two weeks had passed since on a stormy night a young lady had come seeking shelter and help. One week, seven days since an arm was broken, now healed. Three nights since tossing and turning erupted in the night, sleeplessness a curse upon a soul. Two since the dreams had began to emerge. One since the wish to be among family appeared. Five, six, seven eight, jump a lot it is your fate!
"CHILDREN! WHERE IS MIKAYLA?!" Fire, so much fire. And pain. So much pain. It was vivid, a dream so real the heat was intense, the pain raw. It was so silent that night, so quiet. Then the scream, and the next. Feet that had walked seventeen years that day pounded, running so far. They stopped, it was too hot, too red to get close. And so much more red, so much more blood. Please. This couldn't be happening. Seventeen years. Not with seventeen years. One, two, three, four, jump til you can't....jump no more.
"MIKAYLA!" No home. Not that living with them had been a home, but now, truly there was nowhere to go...nowhere, but that place she heard of not so far away. A place of magic where her kind was accepted. A place of glorly where her kind had its own home. A place where she could be accepted for who she was. And now, staring upon the entrance to the tunnels, Mikayla knew she had found her place. A place better than ever before. One....two....
Silence. Screams. Silent Screams. Home, she was home. Eighteen years had she walked this day, and now, shapely, with brown locks and blue eyes, with predator's gaze and dominant grace, Mikayla was home. She smiled, moving into the tunnel, sitting down beside the fire and hugging her knees to her chest. The smell of fire was strong but here, at home, it didn't bother her. The sound of silence was strong but here, at home, it didn't bother her. "Home..." Mikayla whispered, thinking herself alone in the tunnel. "Happy Birthday."
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Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Aug 27, 2005 7:01:03 GMT
(Ooc: I would reply... but Sealla doesn't know anything of the Tunnels yet v.v)
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Post by † Cealla † on Aug 28, 2005 1:40:22 GMT
Thoughts filled her mind as she awoke, sprawled out on the floor of her bedroom and not at all suprised to find that both her father and Alissa weren't there. The room was deathly silent spare the noise of a few mice scurrying about, something that she would have to deal with later. Her hair was terribly tangled and her clothing still bloodstained from the night before, the night that the strange man had come and she had finally unleashed her anger upon him. In the form of a bite.
Dried blood was everywhere, crusted over and stained in so many places that it was hard to tell if Cealla was bleeding herself or if she'd just happened to be sprayed with it. The latter was the answer, of course. Groaning like she had some sort of hangover, she slowly dragged herself to her feet and staggered out of her room, not even bothering to change or look in a mirror.
Her eyes narrowed upon seeing Mikayla once more- what was she doing back here? After watching her leave once the rain had passed, the young lycaness had assumed that she was gone for good. Then again, Xavier had left her an open invitation to stop by anytime... so perhaps she had taken him up on that offer. Muttering under her breath, she slowly tiptoed around the girl, who looked to be deep in thought, and curled up into another little ball.
Her clothing was obviously beyond repair, that much was certain. As for injuries, it looked as though she'd only bruised a toe as she'd skidded into her room late last night. Taking a deep breath, she was relieved to discover that she looked like hell, but was fine.
Now, what was that girl doing here again?
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Mikayla (back <3)
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Post by Mikayla (back <3) on Aug 28, 2005 4:03:04 GMT
Jumping on a field of rye, jumping forever high, "Don't become like good ol' Nye, and jump until you die," Mikayla whispered to herself, still thinking on the past as shadows flickered in the fire before her. She felt safe there, nothing happening, no one having a price on her head. It felt good. She didn't hear when the young lycan pup walked into the room, didn't smell the girl's scent above the smell of fire, both from her visions and from the present.
"We even got this cake for her. An icing as blue as her eyes. We'll sing to her. I know you all don't like her, but can't you do that much?"
The icing had been ruined, black with ash from the inferno. The vampires had left her nothing, nothing at all. She never recieved that last song. Never got the chance to say goodbye. She had been planning to run away that day, but somewhere in her heart she had known she would return. She just hadn't known it would be like that. She never knew the song wasn't real, never was, never would last. Her voice was the only one, thick with pain and tears, echoing in emtiness as she stared at the ash, the blood, the fire.
"Happy birthday to me," She sang the song, a sing along with her memories, the sound echoing as it had in the past, echoing through the tunnels so like the ones of before. "Happy birthday to me," Jump in the rye. "Happy birthday dear Mikayla," Jump til you can't jump no more. "Happy birthday to me." The first tear come and gone. The next sliding slower. She was home, but without family. Her soul was there, but her heart was not.
"Jump in the rye til you can't jump no more. Jump til you're dead," Her voice was soft, strained, quieter than the happy birthday. "Save me." Louder. "For the sake of existance, SAVE ME." Louder. "ANYONE. ANYONE AT ALL. SAVE ME." Her head was in her hands and she didn't remember placing it there. The pain was just growing, the fire becoming hotter. She thought this would calm her, and it had, but now...now. "Save me..." she whispered. "Just save me..."
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Xavier
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Post by Xavier on Aug 28, 2005 5:29:45 GMT
Crying. Screaming. Frightened voices.
Not the things Xavier wanted to hear as he entered the Tunnels with a strange female in tow. As the large silver Lycan progressed down the entranceway, he turned into the main den and saw Mikayla sitting there sobbing and whispering quietly. Xavier knew that today was her birthday, so he didn't understand why she was crying. Xavier didn't know much about the girl's past, so maybe something back then resurfaced tonight.
"Mikayla, you've torn yourself to pieces. What's wrong, dear?"
Xavier placed a worried hand upon the top of the girl's head to try and gently comfort her. Xavier didn't get it. What was so frightening about this girl's past that she was crying out loud for help on her birthday? Something wasn't right. He needed to find out what. As she sniffled, he quietly shushed her, speaking to her in a calm voice.
"Just relax now. Today is your birthday. You should be enjoying it, not flooding the room with tears. Now what's been bothing you so much, Mikayla?"
Xavier awaited Mika's response, but then motioned back into the hallway telling the unknown figure to come forward. As the figure stepped out of the shadows, her features could be seen more clearly. A beautiful, raven-haired girl of 20 stood there. Her long hair was tied up in a high ponytail and her icy blue eyes sent shivers through whoever looked into them. Xavier smiled at this girl. Cealla was in for quite the surprise.
"Cealla, Mikayla. I'd like you to meet someone. This is Sealla, a Lycan that just recently arrived at the school. I think we'll have room for her if she decides to stay, don't you?"
OOC: Meh...lacking muse. Also, my computer crashed once on me so I'm being careful now.
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Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Aug 28, 2005 10:19:57 GMT
Finally, the two had slowed, and once Xavier had let go of the woman's hand, she stayed stock still, rooted to the spot as if she were an ancient tree. What would his family think of her? But what did it matter, she wasn't exactly planning on taking up residence at the welcoming home of Xavier's. Not since her family could be searching her out. With them on her shagged tail, no place was truly safe. But no one was going to find out about that, thus she could never stay anywhere longer than a few months.
What if her family had come to the 'Tunnels' after Sealla left, and the resident Lycans had told them of Sealla's whereabouts? Dazed blue eyes darted unwarily around, not looking at anything other than her thoughts. That was it. Either she didn't stay, or she stayed and left without letting them know. Wasn't there a forest around the area somewhere? There must have been. The pine and various other scents spelt out there was one. Perhaps it was atop the mountains that towered unforgivingly over the sparkling lake.
Before her thoughts could have forced her to black-out like many times before, a movement inside the tunnel that Sealla so delicately stood outside motioned for the woman to come down. Her lungs expanded, taking in a deep breath, and before she bent down to step inside, the woman let go of the air. The mid-back length hair tied in a ponytail swept over her head, tickling her bangs, and once the dim light had poured onto her thin form, she pulled her 'tail' back from in front of her face.
It unveiled blood. Spatted blood across the walls and dirt floor, which in turn unveiled memories which half her mind held, and the other half, her body. Crimson life source splotched the snow, tainting it until it would melt once again. But instead of letting it morph her body and expression, the woman stood strong and upright. All she had heard, though, was the names to the faces and the mention of 'if she decides to stay'. Xavier was so intent, it seemed, for her to take up her new home in his.
Not exactly something she was too sure on doing. By the look of both the Lycans, Mikayla a little zoned out and Cealla looking rather hostile towards the other, neither of them had seemed to register the green-haired Lycan's words. Did they know Xavier's special someone too? Wrapping her hands on opposing elbows, crossing them on the way, in a show of subconscious protection, a flicker of a nervous smile crossed her lips, which could have been seen as wanting acceptance.
Not exactly…
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Post by † Cealla † on Aug 28, 2005 10:31:08 GMT
One eyebrow slowly raised as the obviously distraught lycan screamed out, though Cealla made no move to help her. Had all the recent happenings made her indifferent to such things? She didn't care for Mikayla in the least, but Xavier had told her to be polite. So maybe she would go over there, just for him. Just so that he was reassured that she was at least trying to welcome the stranger into the Tunnels, at least a little bit.
But as soon as she moved to get up, Xavier actually appeared in the Tunnel entrance. Growling, she cowered back down again and attempted to wrap her whole body in her bloody, oversized t shirt. He knew what had happened to her, so he probably wouldn't worry about the blood. Maybe Mikayla was wondering about it- well, she could wonder all she wanted. Maybe Cealla would tell her a little lie and said it was the blood of another lycan they'd killed. Ohhh, that might be fun.
Her head jerked up once again when Xavier mentioned the fact that there was another lycan from the school with him- why must he always bring back such creatures? Wasn't there enough lycans in these Tunnels to strike fear into the heart of anyone? So... why were there always new people showing up? No... she didn't like it at all.
But the name of the new lycan did suprise her. Sealla. Now that was a name she couldn't forget. But this woman looked younger, more healthy than the Sealla she knew. Still... it had to be wrong. Sealla died not but a short while back, a terrible death at the hands of the demoness. Cealla had even been there for it, however reluctantly.
'Imposter." She muttered, refusing to move from her corner to get up and be social. "I can't believe you've just gone out and found some random girl, Xavier, turned her, and then tried to pass her off as Sealla. You must be really desprate."
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Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Aug 28, 2005 10:44:37 GMT
The girl had spoken horribly. Not something very good for a young pup. She must have gotten the wrong idea, surely, the woman thought. This woman really must have meant something to a lot of people. Though the scent was faint, it was a mixture between the black Lycan, Kage, and the green-haired Lycan, Xavier. She must have only recently been born, a few months maybe. Unless she had been turned. A very odd thing to do. Sealla's first response was to reply, and that was exactly what she did.
"Little Lycan, I mean no harm," she began in a slightly shaky voice, "but for one, he's not trying to pass me off as anyone." Now the words flowed out in a matter-of-fact type way. Though she had no idea who the person was, or how close she looked to her, Sealla had an idea. "Two, I was not turned just then." Now was the time that her voice grew faulty, once again, reviving old memories that stung like open wounds. Sometimes she wished they were. It would have been less painful.
"I was born into a family of Lycans. And in that family, we were never to look down or speak down to our elders." Even though she didn't say anything, it looked like such a law wasn't passed down in the family that lived in the Tunnels. As if she had been shocked she had said everything she did, the woman's forefinger and middle finger shot up to place themselves over her lips. It was the most she had said all day, let alone before that.
The girl looked the state she had spoken of. Nevertheless, it wasn't Sealla's place to say what she had said. "My apologies... I... I come from a... tight family."
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Rogue
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Post by Rogue on Aug 28, 2005 11:25:51 GMT
Since the death of her pups, her sister, her neice, a few friends, and quite simply her gentle nature, Rogue had slowly sunk back into the she-wolf her name described. She'd been in her den for a few hours now, right after a hunt, her snow-white pelt and muzzle were perfectly clean, untouched by the blood that had spattered them only hours before.
The movement of a door sounded four quiet paws as she strode with a clear air of authority down the tunnels. Her thick coat served as an obvious show of her age, and thus, her wisdom. The colour of inky-amethyst in her irises held silver flecks of another nature altogether; a wild nature. The nature of a born and bred she-wolf.
Flashing her gaze at a girl near the wall, carrying the scent of lycan on herself, Rogue merely narrowed her eyes slightly, before dipping her head in a hello to Cealla. Her jaws shifted behind her muzzle, and her strong limbs tensed as her calculating eyes came to rest on Xavier's latest guest. A replica of Sealla, but it couldn't be.
A deathly cold snarl shot from Rogue's mouth, and her lips curled backwards, giving way to two chillingly perfect rows of razor-sharp incisors, cleanly snapped from an early kill. Her pupils enlarged and she lowered her stance, ruffling her scruff slightly as she let out a sickening growl. Her eyes shot to Xavier and she confronted him, stopping a meter before both him and the newcomer.
Stiffling her growls, Rogue's ears flattened back against her skull and her slim form rose to her full height, her bushy tail gracefully sweeping the ground like a disgruntled wild cat. What is going on here? She hissed telepathically, aiming it at whoever would answer her immediately.
Simply by appearance, one could see Rogue was one of the elder lycans, and a fiesty one at that. It was up to the newcomer how she would react to the hostile show of behaviour, and may god have been with her to choose a good reaction.
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Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Aug 28, 2005 11:40:29 GMT
Before any response had happened towards the Lycan woman from the younger pup, a new scent had wafted past her slight button nose, with the scent of anger. Why did they all stare at Sealla as if she was an abomination? There was only so much that the woman could take, and her thread of patience was wearing thin. Only Kage and Xavier had acted remotely friendly towards her. It wasn't her fault for anything. Though it obviously wasn't a challenge, the woman's reply to the white she-wolf was to shift.
As if she had collapsed onto her hands and feet from a crippling pain, the mutating figure of the beautiful woman snarled from behind a mouth-turning-muzzle in defence, warning that should she attack, though she knew the white wolf wouldn't, Sealla would retaliate. Fur mixed between browns and greys sprung through her clothes, though not shedding them. When the white wolf had lowered herself into a preparation stance, Sealla kept her tail low, but her ears pricked high and held herself just as strong as she had done in her human form.
But this was different. Chunks of fur were missing, replaced with deep scars covering her form other than her face and the front of her neck, showing that a great battle had been held against her. Wounds that had healed from many attacks of much more Lycans caressed her, though thankfully the blood had washed from her years before. Sealla's lips curled upwards, asserting her first snarl that could challenge the first Sealla’s anger any day. But though her fur was taken in some parts, the other parts held thick brown and grey fur. Her permanent winter coat had never shed in all her years.
Replacing her snarl with a stare directly at the Lycans around her, she echoed almost silently in a melodic tone, I'm not welcome, so I'll not intrude on you any longer. Turning on her back paws, the battered Lycan padded to leave up the tunnel out.
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Post by Rogue on Aug 28, 2005 11:52:16 GMT
When the other female fell forward and snarled through a morphing muzzle, Rogue had to subconciously pull her own tail to stop herself launching a full-throttle attack at the newcomer. A savage bark escaped her muzzle and she started at the she-wolf, her eyes flashing madly.
Rogue's eyes did manage to skim over the scars on this wolf's body, which made her squirm inwardly. This sight naturally made her wonder what Sealla's had looked like after her final death. All Rogue knew was that a demoness had killed her, but god knew what that looked like. And this, this was just too much. The possibilities were too high, everything was such a coincidence.
How dare the stranger come in here and snarl as such to Rogue. How dare Xavier even bring here here in the first place. Rogue could see clearly in Xavier's fiery eyes that he could also see the similarity between this woman and Sealla, Rogue's sister of all people. And after all the entire Tunnel pack had been through he still had the nerve to bring such a clone into what Rogue would have liked to call home.
This time Sealla wasn't there to convince her to stay.
Rogue's forepaw missed a beat on the floor as she nearly considered slashing the other she-wolf across the muzzle, simply in spite of Xavier's ignorant actions. As a flicker of irritation and a sparkle of a tear shone in Rogue's eyes she shoved past the other she-wolf and headed on out of the Tunnels, breaking the top of the entrance and letting loose a howl.
Scrunching her muzzle up as she flattened her ears and forced back tears, Rogue barked continuously at nothing in particular, before flopping down outside on the ground and letting out a long sigh. Closing her eyes she breathed heavily; she wasn't a Tunnel lycan, so she couldn't act as though she owned the place.
Sealla had always wanted her as part of that pack...
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Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Aug 28, 2005 12:07:49 GMT
The movement was quick, a little too quick for Sealla to have moved out of the way to, but she did prepare an attack, should the charge be aimed at her. Instead, the she-wolf shoved past the mixed coloured one, ramming into her shoulder which had so recently come close to being pierced by a stag. The second that the white wolf had left Sealla's shoulder, she spun herself around, and bounded after her, out of the Tunnels. Out of the so potential home. How could she have let them past her defensive barrier like that? And especially the little girl. Who was Sealla to enforce rules and restrictions?
Not someone who should belong there.
The moonlight spilled onto her ragged form, accenting each and every scar and missing chunk of fur. Had she stopped and really took any notice, she would have blushed. Thankfully nothing had happened. The white wolf had collapsed into a heap in front of the entrance, where the bounding Lycan, after releasing a snarling bark, leapt over her to avoid a collision. Any other Lycan would have stopped and checked if the white wolf was ok, but it was none of her business so she just kept racing against the night wind.
Now came the embarrassing part, revealing her scars. How could she?
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Post by Rogue on Aug 28, 2005 12:20:22 GMT
Rogue tensed as she heard the other wolf bounding towards her from behind. Her ears flattened themselves back against her head again and she growled somewhere deep in her throat as the she-wolf leapt over her, a shocking sight of fur as though it had been blended in a blender and stuck back onto the naked wolf with some form of glue.
Rogue's growl stiffled itself and she looked over her shoulder to the Tunnel. She knew Xavier wouldn't be happy at all. Frowning, she turned back to face the rear of the running she-wolf, who was now quite far away.
Rogue was glad the she-wolf hadn't stopped to ask Rogue if she was ok, because by the barrier of liquid in Rogue's eyes, she clearly wasn't. It never helped to pour out ones heart, and so, she never would. Glaring through the tears she called telepathically to the fleeing, mottled wolf.
What about Xavier?
And that was all she said, before lowering her muzzle to the ground and closing her eyes. She would lay in the moon for as long as it took to calm herself down. Her ears slowly came forward once more, directed at the point in which the other she-wolf had run off. Silently, Rogue waited.
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Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Aug 28, 2005 12:32:24 GMT
The voice seemed so far away, and should Sealla have turned around, the tunnels wouldn't have been in view, but the white speck that was the snowy wolf was still there, watching after the running Lycan. How could she have shown herself? And to such strangers! She had to really have let her guard down. But Xavier had shown her so much care, much more than she had ever received. That could have been the reason. Perhaps she felt safe with him. But how could that be?
If the she-wolf had expected Sealla to stop and turn around, she would just be left hanging, because it was a long while before the Lycan slowed to even a trot. By then she had arrived under a tree that had a hollow area where its roots were. This would do for tonight, she thought. And tucking her tail around herself, the Lycan curled herself up into a tight ball of missing tufts of fur and scars.
No one could have seen the tears that mingled with her fur, because as soon as they left her eyes, they were sucked under her fur, the thick winter coat that she had grown over many years, and never once shed. Not even under the tree did she feel safe, but it would be enough to get even half an hour's sleep, if anything.
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Post by Rogue on Aug 28, 2005 13:08:39 GMT
Rogue had partially expected the she-wolf to come back, but seeing her remain in the distance sparked another emotion in Rogue. The pale, moon-lit she-wolf watched the distance for a long time, her deep lavender eyes now open and narrowed to keep the curled dot of the mottled she-wolf in sight. Perhaps the mottled wolf was worth a little more respect than Rogue had given her.
Deep down Rogue knew that of course this was the case, but an inflated form of defending everything dear to her had caused her to once again, act without thinking. Remaining on the ground though, she curled her bushy tail around herself and kept one ear pricked toward the other wolf, and one back toward the Tunnels.
She would stay there all night too, simply watching, and perhaps she might go over, when her emotions had slowed and eased to a dull thud in the back of her mind. Something told her this would be interrupted though...
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