Blue's Story

Blue

Blue whimpered softly as the snow beat against her face, sending tiny pinpricks of pain into her core. She was still young, and her fur was still that of a young cub. Her blue eyes were glazed with annoyance and confusion. They had been traveling for days now, and they still hadn't gotten across the mountion, in fact they were only cutting through the snow atop the mighty mountions. She didn't know which mountions, only that whatever it's name was, it probably had something to do with snow.

"Mother!" One of her other adopted brothers howled out as he fell into a snow drift near a poor excuse of a tree. Blue was suprised anything could even survive the vicious winds, and the continous fall of snow. She slowed long enough to watch Balian, one of the older Alva's leave the long line of wolves to pick the young pup up by his scruff. The young pup was called Ragnar, and had been born the runt of the litter, but that hadn't seemed to have stopped him from trying to fight with other wolves. When he was only days old, he had actually crawled out of the den when their babysitters was asleep and slipped into Raccon territory. Poor pup had been attacked, but had been saved before the angry Raccoon could have finished him off. Poor thing had only survived with a messed up face. His ears were crooked, falling sideways, not standing straight up, and his top lip was uneven with no teeth on his right side of his mouth.

Balien carried the cub back to the line, but seemed to think it was useless to let the wolf down because he kept the cub hanging in his jaws. Blue shook her head before snorting and setting her head down to keep walking. It seemed like hours before the whole pack stopped to set up camp for the night. Letting out a sigh of relief, Blue was about to turn around before a wolf picked her up by the scuff. "Hey! Put me down!" Blue howled at her carrier, only to stop from being dropped. "Would you be quiet, you badgerhead." Shira one of the rare white Alvas grinned down at her adopted pup. "I'm a wolf, and an Alva not a badg-" Her words were cut off as a loud high pitched howl filled the air, signaling the others of attack...

A few hours later...

Blue whimpered, "Shira? Ragnar?" She lifted her head out of the patch of snow Shira had hidden her in. There was no one as far as she could see. The storm was still above, and the winds were still whipping through the air. "Shira?!" She howled out, her ears layed back, and her tails between her legs as she gingerly took a step forward into the wind. Fear of being the only one left, gave her the courage to take a few more steps into the hail. "Anyone?" She whispered out before stopping when she heard a noise. She perked her ears, and stood stock still, trying to hear the... Blue gulped, as the sound of fighting wolves entered her ears.

Blue whipped around, and yelped as she lost her footing in the snow. She fell and slid, beginning to roll down the hill. Blue closed her eyes and suddenly got the image of herself falling off the top of the mountion. Panic gripped her as she tried to get a grip, so as to now fall of the side of the mountion. She rolled to stop at the sudden change in weather. Opening her eyes, Blue began to let out a series of cries for help. She didn't dare look at her bottom, thinking that she must have lost her body in the snow fall. Finally, Blue opened her eyes and gigled with relief at the fact that she still had herself. Stepping up she looked around. Blue yelped when she saw a large white firgure of a wolf standing above her. The cold unforgiving eyes sent her to her feet as she tried to run the other direction. A paw landed on her back, and pushed her into the snow, keeping her from moving. Blue tried to be feirce, as she growled and showed her tiny little teeth at the stranger. He didn't show expression at the notion. He flipped her over and bit into her scruff, and walked off with her into the snow.

Blue
Blue whimpered as the she stared over at the white wolf across the ice den. The den was strange and stunningly beautiful to her Alva eyes, and was strangely warm. It had been around thirty minutes ago did she arrive here in the mouth of the stranger who wouldn't speak to her, even now. Trying to stand was out of the qustion, since she had last tried to move, the wolf had growled warningly at her. The sound had scared the daylights out of her since his growl echoed through the large den, sending chills down her spine. Odd though how the look in the wolf's had seemed soften just a tinge when he saw her cower against the snow floor.
Blue licked her cold chops when the stranger brought out some odd looking thing and slid it over to her. "Fish. Good, eat." The words were shortened, and fell off his tongue like he was trying to spit or as if he had peanut butter stuck to the palet of his mouth. It reminded Blue of honey, with buzzy bees. She sniffed the small little oval thing and made a disapproving face at the smell. It smelled horrible and had none of the delicous smell fresh meat had. The white wolf growled at her before sliding over something else. A small old stick. Blue growled back at the wolf suddenly have had her share of strange food and mysterious strangers. "I'm not eat it or the stick. I'm not a squirrel!" She puffed up and turned her back to the wolf.

Blue
Blue perked her ears up as she saw another wolf cub, it was a boy and a it had some odd flap thing with some odd spikes along it's back. She couldn't help but go into a crouch, instantly disappearing into the long grass she has been digging up to get to the mice. What has her foster mother said about hunting? That you had to be paitent and wait until the time was right, and strike your hardest. Blue licked her lips, the fur on her back standing on end as she crept forward, closer, closer, closer... She launched herself at the cub that was slightly smaller than herself. A growl ripped itself from her chest and she shoved the cub to ground by placing her paws in cartain areas and laying out her weight evenly. She had also pushed him down so one of his front legs would hopefully be lying under himself and not sprawled out in front of him. It was make it harder for him to get up.

Blue growled, and laughed at the same time. Her first real attack on a younger wolf and it worked! She reminded herself that was in the forest by herself and would not be congratulated for this little feat. "What's your name? Where did you come from? Are there others with you? If there are, how many?"

Nova

"Follow Schemeko then, but try to stay on the ground and out of the smoke." Nova said in response to Alina's desire to help.

Satisfied that some semblance of a plan was being set in motion, the Ausi wolf nevertheless recoiled at the new heat that was being generated. Last time he was in a forest fire, it seemed like he scarcely made it out alive, and now he was helping instigate one? Sounded like the definition of insanity. But it would be even crazier to remain in this game.

"Can you manage her?" Nova asked referring to Battledemon, trotting over to Summanus.

Tiberius

His face halfway submerged in the shallows of the small pond, Tiberius tried to wrench his head around to see who was assailing him. Only after he realized that he could not turn his head nearly that far, did he respond with "Tiberius, ma'am. Nerine Falls, ma'am. I'm clearly da only one here, ma'am."

He wished he knew who was asking the questions, his legs were bent under his belly so that no amount of pup-ish effort could let him stand up. He began to fear that it was another badger. Perhaps it was the mate of the one that Drais just murdered. No...the voice was much to high to be male...or even grown up. In fact judging by her wait she could only be slightly larger than himself. But she did speak with enough authority to merit a "ma'am" out of him. Then again, one is always more respectful to those who have you by the tail, so to speak.

Tiberius

Rolling over so that he could stand on his paws in a proper pose for conversation, Tiberius finally got a good look at his attacker. His other senses had picked up on her characteristics accurate enough, and now his eyes saw that she was only a pup, an Alvan or Kamarian at that. Though she was indeed slightly larger in stature. Perhaps she was slightly older than him, just as it seemed he was slightly older than Feathers and Mishaa. Or maybe she just looked older because her fur was fluffed up and his was soaking wet.

Cocking his head to the side and raising a singly eyebrow, he wasn't sure why she was staring at him. She certainly wasn't as calm as a statue, she seemed to be moving everything except her mouth, as if she was just trying to drink in the scenery with all her remaining senses.

Certainly one not to be kept quiet for long, Tiberius sighed uneasily. "So...you wanna play some more? I wasn't exactly ready...last time." said Tiberius, half hoping and half believing that she in fact only was hear to play a rather violent game of cat and mouse.

Tiberius

Rather upset that she had not spoken yet, Tiberius returned the gesture and got into a ready stance. He had been in a scuffle every now and then with some of his mates, but the Arlyne were rather gentle when it to games they played for sport. They tended to prefer races and riddles to fights and forays. Still, he could still put on a good show for this stranger, or at least he thought he could.

Taking her lack of attack as an invitation for him to do so, he made a move. Jumping diagonally towards her and into the shallows of the water, he hoped to throw some brackish water in her eyes as a distraction. He quickly followed up that splash with a more direct attempt at tackling her.

Tiberius

Upon having the chain released from his jaw, Tiberius took one of those great sighs of relief that are only satisfying when one takes them in through the mouth. Glad of Feather's company for the time being, he admitted to her that grooming was nice and all, but asked if she could do something more useful like helping him escape. In fact, one of the first things he had tried to do was bite through his bindings. While it did feel like his teeth were sinking into the shadowy material at first, they all at once sprang back out, almost like he had tried biting into a piece of old rubber. At least they weren't as cold as icy metal on a windy day, but he was afraid that his legs were starting to cramp.

Had he not noticed Blue gliding across the grassy lawn, Tiberius may have very well forgotten all about her, at least for the rest of the day. But now that he did, he couldn't help but be a little worried. Considering Drais' reaction earlier, Tiberius tried to shoo her away with his paw, afraid that speaking would only rouse the big wolf. He had yet to figure out whose skin he was more concerned for, his or hers, if Drais did catch her walking about so close.

Tiberius

Being as disappointed as any pup whose designs had been foiled so simply, Tiberius spun around for another attack. The night was dark, but that did not stop him from seeing Blossom's move to help out. Apparently helping him attack Blue was more fun than scuffling with Mishaa. All the same to him!

His tail twitching in excitement, he waited until Blue's spotlight of attention was focused on Blossom, and he made another sortie against her. Coming in low this time, he changed tactics and tried to sweep Blue off her feet simply by diving headlong under her. In the few seconds that he concocted this plan, he naturally assumed Blossom would then pin her down. Expecting nothing but success, he dove beneath her, feeling her legs being swept off the ground. He however, kept sliding along the pine needles and loam, and whirled himself up as quick as he could to see the results.