Post by Masquerade on Jul 3, 2008 23:44:30 GMT -5
Just another remedy
[/b][/center]“Oh goodness darlin’ what have you got yourself into? They are all dead darlin’, and its all because of you.”
“Shut up.”
"Whose gunna make me? Your mummy? Sorry Ryder, but mummy isn’t here to protect you anymore. Now tell me; whose fault is that?"
The thick, rotting stench of death clung to her nostrils, tainted with the haunting aroma of a wild brushfire. Even in her sleep she could still smell the smoke, the blinding vapor still torturing her tender eyes. The scrawny lupine rolled to one side, lips lifted into an automatic snarl as a memory from her past played in her sleep, continuing to drift between reality and dreams. Her ribs were exposed as she lay sprawled out, legs clawing the unyielding turf as if searching for an escape.
A massive brute, her exact age – as he was her brother, circled the suffering but indignant Ryder. Calling her darlin' was adding insult to injury, that had been her nickname among the pack as a pup - everyone's little angel. "Oh Darling, you did that perfectly" "Oh little darlin', you're the fastest pup i've ever seen" "lil' darlin'"...His eyes flashed with the cruelty that had been laid down to him since birth, his lips curled into an evil smile as he pleasured himself in torturing the maiden before him. A trio sat a few feet behind him, giggling and snickering as if on cue, their mocking eyes always on the bitch that now stood helpless and weak. As he continued to circle her he began to lash out with words first, bringing back memories no one had ever dared to stir. However as the time slowly dragged on he moved on to a more dangerous form of punishment, lunging in and attacking when she was unaware and exhausted. The four, enjoying her pain and suffering, ridiculed and wounded her until she broke-
With an angry yelp the scarlet wolfess was awake, the searing pain she had felt when they tore at her hide returning from many months ago. This dream, if you could call it that, happened every night she dared fall asleep. The blinding smoke, the screams of terror, and the pain that coursed through her body that never stopped. It was a plague that never left, no matter where her damned paws took her. The vile looking harlot blinked once, twice, then slowly scanned her surroundings. A furious scowl creased the femme’s features, as she lazily dragged her body from the hard, uncomfortable ground. With her fangs bared and body tense she scanned her surroundings, releasing a vicious growl to any who might hear it. Where the hell was she now? There were no signs of wolves here, in fact there was no sign of life other than the numerous lunatic flies. The cursed snorted to herself and continued walking, trying to ignore the sensation of the surroundings slowly closing in on her.
Stupendous. Terrific. From one hell right into another. What exactly, had she done to deserve this? Sure she had been a bitch. Sure she had broken a few hearts, screwed a few people over. But really, was all of that enough to condemn her to such a brutal fate? Her black, hollow, blood-shot eyes narrowed angrily, and her fangs revealed themselves once more as she moved along. Ryder didn’t deserve this, and there wasn’t a soul that could convince her otherwise. Stopping herself, she began to actually examine her surroundings. With a grunt she gathered all the information she knew, which was that she was very irritated, and that wasn't very much.
“Not so cocky now are you little darlin’. Not gunna spit on us now are you.”
Sitting down, she found that strangely all her energy had been drained. Then again when you lived the haunted shell of a life Ryder did it wasn’t surprising, but this was a fatigue even she was unaccustomed to. Frowning slightly she tried to work out in her head why she was here, or more exactly, where here was, but she could not fathom an answer. The once-dropdeadgoreous bitch glanced around herself with a sullen expression, a sigh hissing from her chest as she slowly accepted her fate. How bad could it get? She had already dealt with worse. The red female lay down quietly, muzzle upon her forelegs, and waited from something; for what she was not sure, but surely for something. Although sleep tugged at her consciousness once more she resisted savagely, refusing to be tormented by the dreams that forever disturbed her sleep. Instead she kept her black-tinged ears pricked and alert, all senses ready for anyone who intruded her space.
Grasses screaming out as soft, tentative steps trod over them. A single red aud swivels to catch the noise of some unknown creature’s passing. A pause, silence.
Ryder sits up slowly, unwillingly. Sitting, she turns her skull to scan the area. It was a vast plain, seemingly endless. A white-tailed deer stood within sight of her, small enough in the distance she could raise a paw and cover it completely. It’d obviously just noticed her, and it stood stock still – staring, trying to decide if the scrawny wolf was worth losing a meal over. For some reason, the deer’s quizzical eyes on her made Ryder angry. Just months ago she wouldn’t have hesitated to stalk the prey, but she was positive she would never be able to take it down in her current state. She hadn’t tasted anything larger than a rabbit ever since…
She snarls savagely, pent-up frustration exploding in the single most terrifying sound she’d probably ever emitted. It was similar to the roar of a lion, rasping, cruel, fierce. The deer bolts instinctively, post-poning its meal until the frightening devil leaves the field. It had never seen anything quite like that red beast…
All is silent, not a bird’s song, not even a breeze to play with the grasses. A low growl rumbled from Ryder’s throat for the last time, then disappeared before the silence that pressed in and consumed the world Ryder had just been brought into. If no one was here to kick her off this goddamn land, then she would just stay here. In a moment of rebellion and rage Ryder lets loose a howl of claim and challenge. This land was now hers, the end. Her soulless eyes flick about the terrain with a sardonic air, aware she would have extreme difficulty starting a pack in her current condition…