//just another day in 'paradise'// *sorceror*

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be still my heart
this may be a brand new start

Alue's eyes were shut in pain as she slept under an old tree. The moon's light made the end of her grey fur look as if she were shinning, her paws twiched as she growled and whined in her dream...Well, more like a flashback dream. She couldn't wake up, even though she tried she couldn't get herself to wake up. She seemed to tremble in place. What was happending to her? Even she didn't know.She was dreaming about her...Murderd family and friends. Souless, Soul, Xxas, Carsile, Jasper, Everette, Neige, jennesme, Saba, Solue, Balile. Their faces wouldn't leave the blacknes of her closed eyelids. Souless was her mate...and Neige, Jennesme, Saba, Solue, and Balile were her pups. Which were all a year.. They had all been murderd...She could see their faced as their murderer killed them. The paind scared look in their eyes as they were slaughterd. Well, except for Saba, she wasn't quite murderd...She was forced and died giving birth..And Alue was there...Not able to do anything about it.Alue started to flinch again in her sleep. Trying so hard to open her eyes before she saw more of her unwelcomed past. Crytstal tears started to form in the corner of her sealed eyes and leaked down her cold cheek and landed on the still earth's surface. Her back leg jurked from under her and tried to kick out, as if she were running or attacking something. Of course it was in her dream. Oh how she wanted to wake up.Then something escaped her maw, more whines and then a low screach. She wanted someon to come! She wanted someon to stop the pain of her past. She knew she couldn't wake up alone. She didn't want other wolves too see her cry, and feel weak and vulnerable. Though she had to wake up.

Shaking in anger and pain, she opened her eyes in shock right when their blood hit the ground, Alue jumped up and started to pace, trying to get her nightmare out of her head. She has only felt pain since she lost her mother by a cougar. A low growl rumbled within her throat as the memory surfaced through her thoughts. Shaking her dome she decided to walk down to the lake. When she got there she lowered her head and lapped the water with her pink tongue. She was new to these lands, and she knew that she would have to get to know the kanines here. As for the felines, well...She could care less. Since her mother's death she hated felines with a passion, not so much for the domestic cats and would probably get along with a selective few of them, but as for the bigger cats she will have a hard time being nice to them, treating them as if they were the ones who killed her mother and family, though a kanine had killed her mate and pups. Closing her eyes as she tried to focus on the present. Opening her eyes, she spotted a medium sized fish. Her lips pulled over her teeth in a doglike grin. When the fish swam beside her, she snaped at it her powerful jaws closing around its body. She tossed the fish over her head and into the dirt. She chuckled to herself in satisfaction, she actually hated fish, but her stomach was empty enough that anything sounded good. Alue laid down and started nipping at the fish's flesh, trying to not to eat the bones, licking the fish occasionaly. She knew that she will regret eating it, for it will make her pretty sick, but she was too hungry to care.

if you‘re still here
in the morning

See me see you
Wish you could know what I was thinking
Here my cold lyrics

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tag: Sorceror as Cole
lyrics: animal i have become by three days grace
notes: Sorry I suck at starting threads.
credit: thavron @ caution
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[atrb=background,http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/2858/colebg.jpg] I am covered with cold ice, I am flying in the black skies Fighting everyday, but it feels like, it's just the same .... you cut my heart and soul You carve my will and passion of life 'cause the days of emptiness are piercing through me like arrows I feel nothing, but hate and love. He missed her already, the white dog-wolf with the amber eyes. He saw her now, following him, silent, sometimes the small, furry bitch of the comfortable castle, other times a lean, savage wolf-woman who lived comfortably in an ancient tower. He could speak to her, but she'd never reply. Then would come other shapes..some black, some gray, one as white as the wolf-dog, staring at him. They'd kill him if they could, but they were already dead. Cole had in the end won the prize of living, for what it was worth. Not much these days. Sometimes a day would come when he felt good, and picked fights, like the old days. Tonight it was bad. Everything hurt. His leg, recently broken and healed (poorly), the scars on his neck. His jaws and every joint in his body throbbed dully. Not an evening for fighting. He needed to rest somewhere. The castle was too far away...any sheltered place would do, he figured. The white wolf still seemed to follow him, although her paws left no marks in the snow and she still never spoke. He turned and stared at her. His breath was blue in the moonlight. She didn't breathe, or at least didn't seem to. "I hope it's warm where you've gone," he muttered at her, and turned, and walked on. He could hear a stream running nearby, unfrozen despite the chill in the air. It was damned cold, actually. He could feel it through his fur, which was somehow not thick enough. It made the ache in his bones worse. He'd have liked to lie down. He knew better. Nights like this, if you laid down in the open, you died. When he was a pup his mother used to say that it was frost giants that would kill you. Wasn't true. You just died, and nobody found your body to mourn it. Would Aleut mourn him? Cole was certain that Fala wouldn't. Fala might eat his corpse. The white wolf's eyes gleamed with hate when she followed him around on these nights. Waiting, doubtless, for him to lie down and doze off, so she could freeze him to death and let him die. Some bird would probably eat him afterwards. A warrior's fucking burial, that. He reached the stream. It ran clear and ice cold. The black wolf studied it for a moment and turned, trudging along the banks and taking care not to touch the water. The white dog (wolf?) followed him, eyes glowing madly. If he slept now, she'd kill him. "Remorseless," he mumbled at her. No response. The air smelled of fish. Cole sniffed thoughtfully, vaguely aware that he was extremely hungry. A dog seemed to be on the bank of the stream ahead of him, back turned, eating something. Ah. Well. He glanced sideways at his ghost-assassin-follower. She'd stopped, he noted, a short ways away from the wolf. "Don't want to be seen?" He grinned at her and left her standing back in the snow. The dog appeared oblivious to his approach, at least until he stopped out of biting distance and said, not too loudly, "Don't jump, dog."

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be still my heart
this may be a brand new start

The sounds of walking caught her attention, but not enough to drive her hunger away to look up. After she finished tearing the rest of the easiest parts of the fish, she rose my head looking around, the sound of talking made her look behind her with the corner of her green eyes. There was a silouette(sp) of a large framed animal, almost like a dog, but bigger. A wolf was her guess. Shaking her head she turned her attention back on the fish, flipping it over by the tail to eat the other side of it. The scent of the fish was almost overpowering, making it harder to really smell the things around her. Lifting her head after finishing eating the skin layer of the fish, her ears twiching in every direction, trying to head anything, but the scent of a wolf was the first thing she noticed, she could tell it was traveling behind her, but she didn’t realy care, looking back at the fish she was able to take one more bite before words touched her ears.

‘Don’t jump dog’

The way he spoke was a way of power, as if he held a high position. A flash of anger filled her eyes, but she shook it off quickly, raising her dome calmly to look at him. ‘Did he really think he would make me jump?’ she thought to herself. She turned her full attention on the brute, studying him just incase he decided to attack her, but as she looked at him she found that that wouldn’t be likely. She chuckled as her golden green eyes met his, “jump you say? My you look like you have just came out of a war.” She said taking a step towards him and lowered her haunches to the ground. Her own scars easily detected like white on black, she wasn’t soar like he was, but then again she wasn’t old.

Remembering that he was the one that was talking earllier she looked behind him, expecting to see another creature accompaning him…but there was nothing. Confusion met her eyes as she tilted her head and looked back at the wolf then back behind him, “Wasn’t there another animal with you?” She asked, her voice chilly as the words rolled off her tongue. The wolf seemed a bit delusional, there was nothing behind it, and there was no scent of anothet kanine or feline for miles. Either the wolf was talking to himself, or he was so old that he was halusinating things. Though, if he was seeing things, she wouldn't really blame him, things wouldn't seem so lonely, even if the thing your thinking up is bad. She still sees Souless on occasions, but that was a bit different. Everytime she saw him it made a lump in her throat and made her remember her past, which she has been trying to avoid lately.

if you‘re still here
in the morning

See me see you
Wish you could know what I was thinking
Here my cold lyrics

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notes: Sorry I suck at starting threads.
credit: thavron @ caution
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Another animal? Cole flicked an ear back, laughed slightly, and lied.
"Do you see another animal, crazy?"
He shifted his stance in the snow, ignoring the crack about being in a war (he'd probably spent more hours in, going to, or coming from a battle than she had sleeping), and bared his broken teeth in a vaguely sinister grin. Wasn't this an interesting situation. The way he saw it, he had several choices. One of course would be to make friends, which he was hardly in the mood for. The other was to sit around and banter for a while. The third would be to immediately attack this bitch and see if he could still win a fight on short notice.
His hind leg twinged sharply and immediately removed any desire to fight from him.

Banter it was. Cole had been good at pointless yammering, once. There was a way to do it so that you could make the other animal hate you, but still not try to pick a fight. He huffed out a silver breath, rolled his eyes upward at the half-moon, and studied the dog laughingly. She was pretty, in a way, although not his type at all. Cole exclusively liked white animals. Or maybe it was the other way around. Could be that only white dogs liked him. Either way.
He pretended to be interested in what he saw anyway, because that was usually a good way to get under a female's skin. Either they were flattered (not often, these days), became angry, or turned all embarrassed and uncertain. Any of those things would amuse him greatly at the moment.
"So what's a nice girl like you doing all the way out here?"
The words rolled off his tounge in his most charming Russian-accented bass, which effect he immediately and purposefully destroyed by flashing his tounge out laughingly and giving her a good look at a mouthful of chipped fangs. Sometimes he wondered how anyone could stand to be around him.
Actually, when he thought about it, they generally couldn't. The Mysterious Loner. Not as enjoyable as they made it out to be in the sagas. Then again, none of his roles had been as fun as everyone said they were when he as a pup. He'd definitely played the hell out of the Mercenary, the Beta Male, and of course the Blood Traitor. And look where he was now.
Chatting up some overconfident dog-bitch in the middle of the night.

"Name's Kveld." He dipped his head slightly, like you were supposed to for females.
Cole Forginsson, paragon of Chivalry.

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be still my heart
this may be a brand new start

Eyes studied him as he spoke to her, but his words didn’t meet his actions, not even a little. She chuckled at his attempt to downplay his situation shaking her head she took a step towards him before lowering her haunches to the ground. “Hm, if I’m crazy then you need physiologic help.” Her words cold as it rolled of her tongue. Eyes narrowed as she took in his frame, he looked old and she knew he wouldn’t be much of a challenge in a fight considering his old soars of war and age. He looked at her as if he was threatening or mocking her, she lowered her dome to cover her neck and lifted her upper lip revealing rows of white teeth, “Look brute, I am in no mood for a fight, but if you are going to cause one I will finish it, and in your condition and age, you should be more wise.” She finished, her voice carrying that warning note. Noticing his eyes seemed to sharpen and his body seemed to flinch, which made her assume that he wouldn’t be fighting her.

The wolf seemed to have lost his head, it could have been that distant look in his eyes or that fact that he was talking to imaginary animals from his own world or his history, either way it was sad. She knew at some point in his life he probably had a lot of battles and could have been the cause on some of them. He also seemed like he was once a very good fighter, which made me curious if he would just underestimate me like many others have. I held battle scars of my own from the various fights I’ve been through and survived. If you ask me every day is a battle between life and death for you never know who is going to cross your path or if you are strong enough to take their helpless life.

He looked at her as if he was pleased on what he saw, but she showed no reaction. For many reasons one being she never showed emotions unless it was necessary too, and this moment was not one of them because he was just looking at her, which was nothing. Looks can mean many things or misunderstood for the true meaning.

"So what's a nice girl like you doing all the way out here?"

Her ears flickered in his direction from the sound of his voice. She smirked at such a question, “I wouldn’t add adjectives until you knew me better, but to answer your question I’m just here to take a drink.” She said her voice softened just a bit. With his teeth grin she chuckled, at this moment she kind of enjoyed his personality, it made her remember her mother for some reason, either way she did like his humor.

"Name's Kveld."

She smiled at his name and gave him a welcoming nod of her head. “My calling is Alue.” She gave him a small smirk as she curled her tail around her paws.

if you‘re still here
in the morning

See me see you
Wish you could know what I was thinking
Here my cold lyrics

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notes: Sorry I suck at starting threads.
credit: thavron @ caution
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Chivalrous, he was. Patient, as well, Cole noted to himself. Indeed, once, before a small cat (ha) had broken his leg and, also, before his brothers had died in the far north, he'd have taken offense to the idea that a dog could best him in any fight. A cat, maybe, it seemed, but never a dog, no matter how tough they assumed themselves to be. Cole had pride. Not much, these days, but still enough to rankle slightly at being called an ancient and a cripple by one who'd barely met him. How times were changing.
Still, he only grinned at her words, an ear flicked back curiously, and muttered rudely, half to himself. Perhaps it was the warmth of these lands that caused the young and unwary to speak rudely to travelers on the roads. Courtesy was a gift in the young, one sadly lacking in these days, when it was all the more needed..no humans were left to keep the wildness back from these ferals. A small band of wolves, such as had been his companions when he too was young, would be enough to take these cities, dogs and lions or not. And age or not, to his mind, as even an old wolf was more cunning and cautious than half the creatures that ran these so-called 'packs.'
"The halt can manage a horse,
the handless a flock,
The deaf be a doughty fighter,
To be blind is better than to burn on a pyre:
There is nothing the dead can do."
And there was truth in those words.

She appeared to think she was tough. Cole would debate that. Alue might be her calling, a name much like that of the dog who was close to his own heart. This Alue, however, had none of his Aleut's wisdom or courtesy. Bravado was not enough in this new world. Always there was someone stronger.
He cleared his throat slightly, staring more sharply at the stranger.
"A long way to take a drink, it would seem, and far from the others of your kind. I think, rather, that you are lost."
That would explain her show of bravery, which Cole was inclined to assume was a cover for nervousness (or should have been, if she had any brains at all), rather than a statement resting on her actual ability.