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Torrential downpours cause localized flooding and many upset cats. Along with these frequent rain, from gentle drizzles to heavy rainfall, there seems to be a flux of Magicka drawn in particular to water sources. Occasional jet streams of warm air make narrower tunnels harder to navigate. On occasion, the rain intensifies, becoming howling storms with sleet or large hail. However, the temperatures overall are a little warmer, with snow and ice in temperate caves somewhat receding.
Wynry loved his world of green, his home, quite deerly, but times came when he found his urge to run too strong. It wasn't unusual that he sprang, bouncing and bounding, through the endless caverns and tunnels of the wonderful Cave. This world was so beautiful, and he found his spirit as he bolted out of the blinding Orion into a tunnel that was filled with staircases that begged him to climb.
Discarded junk lay around everywhere, but the now fully grown ram (his horn-lacking head aside) could care less about material things. Instead, his eyes went to the ceiling, and his bruised legs wobbled and hopped and tripped up passage and walkway after stair after stair. This place was so wonderful-- yes, there were brighter, more obviously stunning places to poke around, but this place had a secret pleasure for the sheep-- there were so many ups and downs!
His hooves clacking as he went, it seemed the gentle sheep had not a single care in the world. He had asked his brother to come along, but Vazi tended to lag behind on things and get distracted, all hogtied in affairs of someone much more conscious of the bad in the world-- or just outright tired. It was hard keeping up with the wool-laden lamb. A giggle escaped his lips as he got a brilliant idea for a game. Hide and seek! He'd just slip somewhere secret and see if his brother could find him, or if he would walk right on past.
Sniffing around for a good hiding spot, the ram found himself stumbling into a snarling growl up ahead. Falling still as stone, the sheep's eyes focused on the shape of a red furred animal, one who looked less than pleasant... But the clueless sweetheart could only smile and step forward cautiously, and call out to the potentially injured friend-in-the-making.
Hooves clicking on rock alerted him to the presence of a herbivore and he flattened his ears. Fucking herbivores, they were useless if they were not large. Whipping around, he saw the cloud beast offender and he scowled out from under his brow. With no keen instinct to hunt, kill to survive they had grown soft and their concern for others appeared greater than the care that carnivores harbored. Having recovered from the ascension of the many steps along the edges, as that was where he felt most safe having his shoulder pressed against the side, he had indeed found himself in the area with the armour.
Not even entirely aware of how high up they were, he advanced on Wynry. Not in the mood to play these stupid games, he snarled once again, "You shouldn't have come up here." Annoyed at his presence, he merely wanted to send him on his way with a nip to the side if it came to that. A large bite to the facial region also worked. Louie straightened his posture as he got closer, confidence was oozing out of him, but it was more so the fact he was thoroughly cranky once again. Things had slowed down since he had mutilated himself and he was behind on all his plans. Merry Men had probably forgotten his name.
"That is, unless you wish to join me where I want to go..." Coming to a halt, he looked over the sheep carefully. Was.... Was this the sheep that was awakened with that dragon beast? Unsure, and concerned for his safety, he twitched his ears for any sound of the dragon beast and instead remained rigid. Glaring at Wynry, he waited for his response.
What a peculiar way to greet someone! Wynry tilted his head and smiled softly at the strange, injured fox. He seemed to be quite dangerous, but just because someone looked mean and acted tough didn't mean that they actually were vicious! This poor fellow probably was just used to defending himself, and such.
He had nothing to worry about with the gentle ram, however. "Oh, I was just exploring, friend. Where are you going?" His voice was filled to the brim with honest curiosity, his eyes bright and ears wobbling. "I'm Wynry! I'd be happy to join you on your adventure if you'd like."
It did not occur to him for a second that Louie did not want anything to do with a softhearted sheep. To him, every gembound was a potential friend and playmate. He wiggled his tail and took a step to the side, batting his eyelashes at the older gembound.
Whatever "adventure" Wynry had in mind was not what Louie did and he shook his head at the sheep's obvious ignorance. Whether it was on purpose or he genuinely had no idea as to who he was speaking to the fox didn't know. His ears were swiveling but there was no sign of the dragon and his heartbeat and concern faded. However, if this thing was indeed connected to Raheerah then it would be best to eradicate him. That trademark smirk, crossed his face but it was removed in an instant. Being a killer wasn't who he was, not directly, he had never purposefully set out to murder. Louie hesitated, he backed off and wondered if he could even do it.
No, he couldn't and he felt sick knowing that he didn't have the guts to do it. That he was just like the herbivores only with a more bitter attitude. In this inner monologue he was continuing to stare at cloud-beast before he snapped. Outraged, he charged towards Wynry snapping his teeth, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE." Unaware of how close they were to the cliff's edge, he wanted this boy to remove himself. Leave this place and stop reminding him of how all he was was a lesser carnivore. Too small to cause damage and too weak to even try.
Perhaps, Louie had the smaller kernel of a heart beating within his chest.
Aug 28 2015, 05:43 PM (This post was last modified: Aug 28 2015, 05:45 PM by Wynry.)
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The fox didn't seem to be in the mood for games. He seemed almost distracted for the moment, his ears twitching in a strain to hear something important... But then.
Then the vulpine monster lunged for him.
In Wynry's surprise, he let out a horrified bleat, stumbling back. What kind of game was this? What did the fox want? He was just trying to be friendly! Was he really in so much pain that he felt the need to lash out at him? Wynry's ears laid back as he stared wide-eyed at the scarlet gembound, teeth snapping at him. He continued to retreat, stepping backwards with fright.
"H-hey-- I don't want to fight. I'm just being friendly... What's wrong? Did... Did I do something wrong?" He whimpered, his hoof suddenly stepping back into nothingness. With a gasp, his body slipped out from under him. He felt his stomach hit the edge of the cliff face, his forehooves stretched out before him, unable to cling to the edge much at all. He pushed his head down, trying to resist gravity's attempt at dispatching him.
His hind legs scrambled to find purchase on the lip of the wall. His body, though thick with wool that tried to cling like velcro to the rocky edge, was slipping. He couldn't save himself. He just... He couldn't.
"H-help! Please!" He didn't have to look down. He knew how far a drop it was. Instinctively, he knew he had to fight to stay alive in that moment, but what could he do? He wanted his brother-- he wanted--...
Inside of his body, his gem began to react. Just as he was aware of the life or death situation, so was the sole thing that had brought him to existence in the first place. It reached out, in the moment, desperate to find help.
Aug 28 2015, 06:02 PM (This post was last modified: Aug 28 2015, 06:04 PM by Louie.)
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Confusion and hurt crossed the boys face and Louie kept his steely gaze, turning to lock eyes, or rather eye with the beast. If Wynry knew what was good for him he would turn tail and flee, but he supposed it didn't matter as it's not like he was game enough to do anything. Disgusted, he wrinkled his nose, as the sheep pleaded, tried to get him to see reason. "You don't fucking GET IT," it came out as a strangled howl as he took more steps forwards. Easily the ram was bigger than him but that herbivore blood kept him weak.
Legs scrambled and the breath was forced out of Wynry as the cliff merely dropped away into nothing. They were on the edge and Louie felt his heart sink as he watched the hoof creature try desperately to hang on. Wool caught up on the rocks, he could see the fear in the beast's eyes. Then he cried for help. Panicked, he stepped forwards, he moved closer to the edge of where Wynry struggled desperately to hang onto life. Now above him, he was able to peer over the edge down at the abyss as well as being up close in the sheep's face. For once, he felt confusion swim through his thoughts, he was having a mental blank as he watched the sheep struggle with precious seconds ticking away.
Reaching forwards, he clamped his small jaws on a clump of wool, struggling desperately to pull him up. It was working, but he felt a mix of emotions dance over his already crappy plastic train of thought; the scowl returned. Deep down, he wasn't sure if what he was doing was right, it felt right but it was so wrong. Letting go, no longer attempting to pull him up, he looked away. He couldn't look the gembound in the eyes as he whispered inaudibly to no one, "I'm sorry.". With that, he attempted to reach down and grab Wynry's legs and throw him off the cliff...
There was far too much wool in the way and he was panicked, not wanting to get caught up in the mess, he decided to just grit his teeth and do it the hard way. Looking Wynry in the eyes, he snapped his jaws millimeters from the babe's nose.
Aug 28 2015, 07:40 PM (This post was last modified: Aug 28 2015, 07:47 PM by Wynry.)
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everything had slowed to a stand still. the fox lunged forward, grabbing his thick fur, tried to haul him up, tried to save him. for a moment, he thought he was safe.
and then, the fox stopped. he felt his wool across his belly tug against his weight, the most uncomfortable feeling he had ever felt. he wanted his brother. vazi would know what to do. vazi would save him.
the red man whispered an apology as he reached down for his legs and tried-- wynry realized in a panic-- to pull him off. as though, if he couldn't save the young ram, he would kill him instead.
what are you doing
his heart was pounding, a drum roll to his life's last countdown.
no
vazi
vazi please
there was a noise, a scraping, shuffling noise. rocks crumbled under him. the vulpine creature stepped back, his scarred, wounded face so cold, so uncaring.
why? what did i do wrong?
he's going to kill me
the teeth, gnarly and yellow, snapped in front of his eyes.
and then, for a moment, as his bleats echoed down the tunnel, alerting any gembound for miles, wynry felt particularly weightless. his stomach flipped into his mouth, his body tumbled, embraced by air that wouldn't-- couldn't-- hold his weight.
...
He hit the floor with a sickening crunch. Blood pooled, staining his pure, white wool a deep, dark maroon.
He stared out at the world, eyes wide open, as the dust began to settle around him.
A cry for help hit the puppies' ears. He didn't know it was a cry for help. He didn't know anything. He just ran towards it, panting with his huge, gaping mouths. It sounded like... Well, it sounded not unlike a cave deer being attacked, but it wasn't a cave deer.
Oh no, not at all.
As he wound the corner into the stairway that lead to the fateful cliff, Kerberos saw the blood and the quite dead sheep and found himself drawn to it. He trotted up to the carcass, sniffing, surprised. Had it fallen? How odd.
It smell delicious. He looked around, his eyes bright and curious, in wonder of what had happened here. Who was this strange, fluffy thing? And was it sentient, and okay to eat, or not? Not that the hound of hell much cared for that rule.
Whatever the rules, anyway, the sheep was dead now. He sat down next to it, and gingerly pawed at the body-- it twitched in response, though he was fairly certain its neck had been snapped from... From... He looked up at the cliff.
Had something been hunting this thing, or was it just dumb? It didn't make sense for it to just... Jump, or whatever. It wasn't like the thing had wings and could fly. He sat there, trying to understand the situation, and figured waste not want not, right?
A game. Wyn always wanted to play games and that was perfectly fine. He loved to play games with his little brother. His brother meant the world to him! There were only two gems in the world that he loved so much and that was Arkrael and Wynry. If anything happened to his brother then he wouldn't know what he would do. But, who would harm him? They all loved Wynry after his first game and everyone in Origin got along splendidly. Carnivore or not, they were all equal.
Now, Vazi traveled along with Arkrael as he searched for his brother. Hide and seek was the game so he valiantly began to seek but Wynry was turning out to be particularly good at the game this time. Vazi looked around for his brother, eager to find him. Completely unaware was he of the plight that had befallen the young creature. Perhaps if he knew he would have hurried his leisurely pace and would have been nuzzling the wolf with him as he searched. However, he could not know.
It was as he neared the tunnel leading out of Orion that he decided they should split up. Arkrael to stay in Orion while he was to go to the tunnel. It was when he finally made it that he heard a faint whispering... something calling his name. He knew that voice anywhere. "Wynry! You're not playing the game right, little brother!" He gave a hearty laugh. It seemed the whispering would lead him right to the-- He's going to kill me. The laugh stopped and he rushed forward. "Arkrael! Arkrael come quickly!" He bellowed out to the female, hoping she would come. Whatever was happening it wasn't good. He would probably need help.
The stag pushed himself to greater lengths, running and running to get to his brother. "I'm coming! I'm coming, Wyn! Hold on!" Killing him? Who would do that? Who would ever touch him? Rage burned in his chest, turning his gemstone to a fierce red color to reflect his emotions. He would get there. He would make it! He would! Nothing bad would ever happen to Wyn! They would always be together! They would...
He was lying on the ground, blood staining his coat. In front of him was a canine... Some sort of three-headed dog. A canine... Like Arkrael... A carnivore. He was dead. No. He couldn't be! He had made it in time! He could rescue him!
He's killing me.
Him. The beast. The canine. The carnivore. Killed his brother.
The stage bellowed, letting out a fierce battle cry as he threw himself at the impossible creature that was easily twice his size. His antlers lowered as he charged, hoping to stab those points into something on that foul beast. He would destroy this thing, take him out before he could harm anyone ever again.
But really... it was over... He had one life goal. To protect Wynry...
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