Tell me what you see (Open)

[kailolu]

(Rihtiel)
"Without order nothing can exist - without chaos nothing can evolve."

The fox was out of time. The sudden drop in the temperature meant the sun was going down. When the sun went down and scrawny small foxes were still wandering in the woods alone, they often were made into easy meals. It wasn’t worth opening his eyes now. Sure foxes had good night vision, but in this young male’s case there was no point in trying to see. He kept his head low to the ground, ears erect, nose at work. We had to sniff every rock before he tripped over it, every branch before he ran into it, ever hole before he fell into it. But with night rapidly approaching, his senses were a bit off and he stumbled over a fallen branch. Wet leaves and mud thrust themselves between his teeth when he collapsed, but there was no time to fuss over it. The small canine spit out the remnants as he maneuvered through the forest with his eyes squeezed shut. Paws making little to no noise, a familiar creaking sound split the air and the fox froze mid gait. Was that what he thought it was? Placing his paw carefully on the ground, he lifted his head, straining to hear against the sounds of the night and the ever eerie tree thrusting wind. Crreeaaak. Yes! It was! Moving into a swift paced trot, the fox headed toward it. He knew the sound of timeworn buildings when they groaned with the stress of rusty nails penetrating their old walls. It wasn’t until the thick smell of trees had surpassed did the fox peel back his eyelids.

Rihtiel’s darkly whirled brown and silver eyes were finally exposed to the cold frigid air. The landscape was deep hues of blue and black, shadows that were cast behind the monstrous trees and structures before him. The tips and right side of everything within sight was highlighted with rich shades of orange and red, marking the sun’s rosy fingertips dragging away from the earth until morning. The blind fox blinked and raised his snout to the air. It smelled of pine trees, wet wood, soggy grass and Hay— he could distinctly smell amongst everything else. And if there was hay, there were mice. Wonderful abundances of juicy fat mice just waiting to fill Rih’s howling belly. He made a skeptical face as he loped toward the old wooden buildings. He had to move fast through the field. There was nothing to catch him is gravity was reversed. Damn you Mother Nature. As he leapt through two strands of barbed wire, the scent of cow manure was far too strong for Rih’s sensitive nose and he stopped to gag. In an effort to escape the pungent smell and find shelter from the sky, he hauled toward the thickly scented hay building. There was hardly enough light to show the broken board in the door just big enough to fit the fox. Rih slipped in quietly and quickly, closing his eyes once more because at this point they were useless.

He put his nose to work. Straw, mice, worms, owl pellets, chickens, humans. All the smells were there, and they were blended together with the recent rain fall. Alright, his nose would be secondary in this scenario. He turned to his ears for support. The walls of the hay barn moaned against the wind, the scratching sound of moles under the soil made Rih’s toes tingle, and the quiet sound of chomping teeth signified mice grooming each other and nibbling on seeds. It was easier to distinguish, so he put everything he had into listening. Over the course of the next eight minutes upon bounding up and down mounds of hay, he caught five mice and was now chewing on the left overs of a cow bone he had found wandering along the outside of the building. His hunger had not been fully sated, but it was fine for the time being. The red fox, tired and sore from tripping over things, sniffed his way to a pile of decently dry straw and began digging into it. He muttered to himself subconsciously about the cold. His fur wasn’t thick, and he was far too cold to sleep unprotected. He squirmed under the pile of hay he dug out and shifted around against the bales to make sure he couldn’t be seen. The last thing he wanted was to get in a fight with someone who could see.

Nosing some strands away, Rihtiel opened his eyes once more. The roof was falling apart as nature took over, which ultimately let in moonlight. It caused the hay and dirt to have a silver-ish glow. It was actually quite beautiful, and so the fox stared at it for some time. He was creating a memory of what this place looked like, how stunning the scenery was despite it being created by man. It had been a while since the fox took time to appreciate the looks of things. Perhaps he should go out tomorrow and sear some more images into his brain before he forgot what they all looked like. He lost track of time as he watched dust particles float in the moonlight air. A shiver ran down his spine and he pulled his head back into his nest of hay. Tomorrow would be better than today. He would find food, find good shelter, and if he was really lucky, he’d find a friend. Rihtiel craved companionship above everything else. He knew it would be nearly impossible to survive on his own without his eyes, which he was bound to lose any day now. There was less he could see every day, more colors got mixed up, shapes were harder to make out. Eventually, the brown in his eyes would be completely gone and nothing but that silvery white would be left. Would it be beautiful? What would he see when he was blind? Would he see anything? The fear of being in a black world was enough to make him whimper and shove his nose into his belly, hiding his face with his feathery tail. Death was approaching in the dying world, but Rihtiel wasn’t ready to give in just yet.[1,036 words]

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/zodjlg.jpg,true] The farm was situated between the endless miles of meadows, just on the verge of the forest. Orion had followed the river from Avalon Lake and had come across this strange, decrepit looking building. As night was beginning to settle around Hexasol, it seemed like a fitting place to find shelter. He chuckled lowly. Once humans had died, canines had become lazy with their shelters. Once upon a time, a wolf had to search miles for caves and dens that often held dangerous creatures or other, ferocious packs. Now, all Orion had to do was walk up to a building and sleep in the room that was most sheltered from the wind. Lazy was something you could always describe Orion. He didn't ever do things the hard way unless he had a challenge set in his mind. He always picked the easiest option. Strolling through the long grass, Orion sniffed the air. The scent of long gone animals wafted through Orion, but a clearer scent made him halt. Fox. A fox was taking shelter here for the night? The ebony wolf continued past the old cow and sheep pens. He quickly realised that this had once been a place humans had kept animals to feed off and sell. He had heard of humans selling cows milk and sheep wool. It all seemed so bizarre for the young wolf, but he decided to just accept the oddities of humans. He would never fathom their way of mind and he just learnt to get over it. Humans were long gone and never coming back. Canines ruled this place now. Orion didn't spare a thought for the dwindling Iris Pride. Felines certainly did not rule this place. They had no power in Hexasol. Orion had learnt that from a young age. Although his father had been wounded and killed by felines, that made Orion even more intent to kill any feline that wished to tread before him. He wouldn't let felines win again. As Orion approached the old barn, he could see how nature had affected the wood over the years. Rot was thick in the air, along with the scent of old, damp hay. Wrinkling his nose, Orion nosed his way through the barn doors, which let out a low creak on their hinges. Already the fox should be aware of his presence. Rolling his eyes, Orion began to examine the surroundings. He had never seen a barn, but bales of hay made it clear what this place had been for. Storage of animals and items. Looking about the large room, he could see a few wriggles of the straw, which Orion assumed were little mice living inside. Orion had not eaten for several hours - perhaps a mouse would be good food? They were small and wouldn't quench his hunger for long, but a few would certainly satisfy him til morning. Licking his chops, Orion advanced on the straw, and quickly snapped up one of the mice with ease. Turning, Orion looked around at the rest of the straw. It was then that he spotted the fox, who was most likely very aware and alert since he had entered the barn. Padding towards the smaller creature, a small smile appeared on his lips. He wasn't one for friends, especially male friends, but he could always entertain him tonight. Perhaps he could scare him - believe Orion was here to kill him? The thought was already wonderfully woven into Orion's mind as he let out a ripping snarl at the poor fox. He would get the shock of his life! Orion had to suppress the small laugh that was threatening to erupt from his lungs. Instead, the wolf advanced closer, faux rage burning in his amber eyes. He curled up his lip and bristled his fur as he tried to look as threatening as possible in hope to scare the little thing. "I will give you one minute to explain why I shouldn't rip out your throat right here, right now." Orion threatened. He had no actual desire to kill this fox. Although he was clearly without an alliance, Orion wasn't a total beast. He just enjoying his little plaything. Lashing his tail, Orion tilted his head, expecting an answer rather quickly.

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[kailolu]

(Rihtiel)
"Without order nothing can exist - without chaos nothing can evolve."

The red fox was just nodding off to sleep when a musky pungent odor caught his attention. Ten tons of horror was thrust down his throat by the smell and Rihtiel choked. Wolf. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, tell me I’m hallucinating.” He murmured to himself as he jumped from his nest and wandered to the door. He stuck his head out into the cold night air and inflated his lungs. No, he was not hallucinating. There was a wolf. A wolf. Huge paws, killer fangs, sadistic eyes. No me gusta lobo! Rih shoved away from the door and squeezed his eyes closed. Focusing on using his nose, he quickly maneuvered around the hay barn, searching for a place to hide. There was a bucket in the corner, and he tried to squeeze behind it. The only thing that came out of that was a loud rattling sound that surely would bring the wolf to him. So, he darted to the other side and tried to dig a hole under the hay to hide in. The soil was firm and hurt his claws. He swore aloud at Mother Nature before retreating from the dirt and standing with shaking legs. What was he going to do? He didn’t trust the sky enough to go outside, and besides, there was a wolf out there! He’d stand a chance in here, but out in the open, in the dark, he wouldn’t make it twenty feed before he’d be snatched up. This wasn’t anything new, wolves picked on foxes all the time. They’d steal food and make fun of them. It caused Rih, and many others, to build up a hatred toward the larger canines, and that loathing was burning in Rihtiel’s belly like a fire.

Rihtiel was swearing quietly to himself as he viciously dug into a hay bale. If he dug deep enough, he could crawl inside and hid himself! It was a brilliant plan, or so he thought, until the dreadful sound of weighty footprints hung heavy in the air like mud in a spider web. Mentally, he screamed in a tone far more girly than he had expected and it made him irritated with himself, but the anger quickly subsided and he hastily clambered up the hay bales. He had no use for his eyes at this point; for it was too dark and his other senses were so hard at work he would confuse himself. Rih had begun to think he was going to make it to the top blindly, until a blood curdling snarl cut through the air and startled the fox enough to make him loose his balance. Helplessly and foolishly he fell head over paws down the hay until he landed heavily on the dirt floor with an Oomf! Terror forced his eyes open and he caught movement coming toward him. Shuffling himself on the ground, he thrust backward, rubbing his fur every which way, until he had pinned himself against the straw. Rih leaned up, pressing himself against the bale so hard it hurt his neck, but he watching in utter horror as the wolf made his final approach. Mother Nature, I’m sorry for peeing on your bushes and cursing you night and day, lend me a paw here and cast lightning down, cause a tsunami, a hurricane, just HELP ME! He prayed to himself in rambling tones as he stared at the outline of the wolf. Because of the lighting, color of his attacker, and his blindness, he could only see a silhouette, and he was almost thankful he couldn’t see the wolf’s fangs.

The voice of his assailant was so threatening, so ominous, that it was all he could do not to soil himself. Rihtiel’s heart pounded so hard it made his body ache with adrenaline and distress. “W-well,” He stammered, swallowing down the lump of fear that had formed in his throat. What was he going to say? A similar situation had happened before in the past, and Rih managed to make his attacker laugh and leave him alone. But that was a bear cub, a wolf was something else. Oh hell, he might get lucky. Besides, You Only Live Once. Might as well test all possibilities. The words spilled from Rihtiel’s mouth faster than he expected and with a tone he wished he could take back. “Elementary, dear wolf— without a throat I would not be able to breathe and therefore would be dead, which would only trouble you with a horrible smell, trust me, hygiene is a friend I have not become acquainted with.” Please, oh please! Let me take that back! I swear I’ll never chew off a rabbit’s tail again, I’ll never pee on sleeping critters, just let me like another week! Rih squinted at the wolf and squirmed against the ground. Was this really the end? Was he truly going to die here?[817 words. Thanks for replying!]

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/zodjlg.jpg,true] Orion nearly cackled with laughter at the pure and utter fear that shrouded the poor fox's face. He almost wanted to give in, break his facade and admit that it was all just a cruel joke. But Orion wanted a bit of fun with this. He could almost hear the erratic, pounding heartbeat in the orange fox's ribcage. Showing off his pearly white teeth, the black wolf grinned down at the defenceless thing. It was becoming clear that the stranger's sight wasn't at its best. He seemed to have a vacant gaze, as though blindness was beginning to settle on his vision. Orion's grin became wider at the thought. Oh how he must be terrified of this cloudy figure in front of him! Orion waited a few moments for the fox to say something, anything, and what he did say made Orion splutter out with harsh, cold laughter. He had never heard something so ridiculous in all his life. This poor fox had probably already accepted he was going to die and had given up all effort to try and survive. Orion briefly wondered how old he must be. Losing sight was something to happen only when your old, he had thought, but this fox didn't seem that old. There was no grey tinge around his muzzle, his body was still strong and fit. He didn't appear weak nor fragile. It was just pure unluckiness that this poor fox was becoming blind. Orion guessed that he probably wouldn't be able to survive once he had lost all sight. Catching prey was hard enough in the cold weather, let alone with no eyes to see your target. He had no scent of cubs or a mate, so Orion presumed he was completely alone. The ebony wolf wondered how much longer it would be. He had a horrid fascination with death. Maybe in a few months, Orion would come across the old, crumpled corpse of the fox, dead from hunger. He could've saved him, but Orion had chosen not to. There would be no regret for Orion. Cocking his head, Orion moved closer to the fox, letting his hot, rancid breath wash over the orange and white fur. He opened his jaws wide and placed his teeth at the hollow of the fox's neck, as though ready to pierce and kill him. Holding it for several seconds for dramatic effect, Orion suddenly pulled back with a loud laugh echoing around the barn. He rolled onto his back and continued to laugh hysterically at the situation. He could have so easily killed the poor fox, but had chosen not to. He wished he knew what kind of fear the canine was in! It was all too funny. After a bit of rolling about on the floor, Orion scrambled to his paws again and sat down, gazing at the terrified little thing. Right now there could have been a dead, cold fox at his paws, bleeding out from its neck. Instead, he was still alive. Still alive. Licking his chops, Orion spoke. "You are too gullible, fox. I was never going to kill you." Orion explained, boredom laced in his words, "I'd much rather watch you starve to death once you lose your sight altogether. How does it feel, being blind and knowing you are to die?" A harsh and invasive question for a stranger, but Orion liked stabbing deep. He wanted to hit a sensitive spot, and Orion reckoned that this fox probably fretted day and night about his declining sight. As he gazed at the fox's full belly, Orion wondered how much food he was consuming daily, hoping to keep eating so that he would survive longer without his eyes. "Perhaps I should just pluck your eyes out now? Gradual sight loss must be difficult. Make it quick, eh?" Orion grinned, although he wondered whether the stranger could even see his teeth. "The name is Orion by the way. You're unlucky to run into the likes of me." He stated proudly with a swishing tail.

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[kailolu]

(Rihtiel)
"Without order nothing can exist - without chaos nothing can evolve."

The wolf laughed at his comeback. Normally, this would be an excellent sign that would lean in favor of the fox, but in this case— an icy, dead, unforgiving laugh was the response. No humor woven into it, which made Rih’s heart pound even faster. This was really it. He was going to die here. His young, lean, sexy body was going to be wasted away, his bones nibbled on by the families of the mice that sat heavy in his belly. Talk about irony. Rih’s trembling body threatened to give in and for a minute, he was horrified he would faint. How awful would that be? He’d most likely pee himself if he was out cold, and it would provide an easier meal for the wolf. The fox swallowed hard and strained to see the wolf’s face in the darkness, but to no avail. Which was probably a good thing. Who would want to look into the face of their killer? Especially see those horrifying sharp teeth moving toward your throat—OH GOD NO!

The moonlight that seeped through the cracks between the boards highlighted the wolf’s teeth as he suddenly moved closer. Before he was touched, Rih squeezed his eyes shut, let out a loud yelp and flailed his legs at the wolf, blubbering and wailing as he blindly attacked with his paws. He didn’t stop writhing around and whelping until he heard such a loud laugh that his blood ran cold. Breathing quick and labored, he stood up and looked at the wolf—stunned. He was rolling about laughing so hard he may bust a gut. Rihtiel’s jaw literally dropped as he stared at him with a mixture of fury, shock, and fascination. He started to stutter until his legs gave out and he fell onto his side. “You—that’s not—” He began, but the wolf sat up and started to speak, cutting off Rih’s words. He was almost thankful, because he hadn’t a clue what he would say. The fox sat up on his haunches, still mortified, as the wolf began to explain. He wasn’t going to kill him? That was all a masquerade—a joke!? Embarrassment and anger flared hotly through the fox’s body and it was all he could do not to go off swearing at the wolf. It intensified when he mocked his vision. Rih’s jaw clenched. His words stung, and his tone of voice was only salt to the wound. “I am not going to die when I become blind, wolf!” He spat, his short hackles rising up with a sense of dignity and self-protection. “My father is fully blind and has been for years. Don’t think that because I can’t see that I cannot become a better hunter than you.” He hissed. It was the easiest thing one could do to anger Rih, and the only thing others chose to point out. No one mentioned how his ears were too big, or that his breath smelled. They always made fun of his blindness. Well, he would laugh and mock at them when they fell into the sky to be lost forever among the stars when gravity reversed.

Yet again, the wolf continued to probe at the wound his previous words had caused Rihtiel.“Go ahead. I’ll just be able to prove my point faster.” His choice of words were not of the wise, and somewhere wherever his conscious may be, told him to apologize, shut up, and then leave. Quickly. The fox’s tail, which was double its size from the fur standing on end, flicked behind him like an irritated cat’s would. What was going to happen now? Not only did he lip off to the wolf that had his life dangling helplessly between his paws, but he no longer had shelter for the night. Surely he would have to find somewhere else. Rih struggled to raise his rump from the ground to stand, his legs felt like Jell-O. He scrunched his face up and half stuck his tongue out at the wolf’s—now known as Orion— next words. “Unlucky indeed. Your stench is hurting my nose.” He growled as he struggled to find his way to the door. "You can go about your day without knowing my name. What use would it be anyway?" He muttered hotly. Because his anger was clouding up his senses, he ran into the bucket in the corner of the barn. It clattered louder than it had before when he previously ran into it, but Rihtiel held his head up with pride and slide along the wall he knew the door was on and crept out. He paused and looked back at the barn, half tempted to go and ask to stay, but he turned himself away and loped blindly toward another building. Not only did he trip in several holes and get mouths full of dirt, he ran into a chicken coop and whacked his nose with such a force that he yelped loudly into the night air.

Oh no, what if the wolf was watching. Straightening up, he acted as if he meant to do that and walked away nonchalantly as if nothing that happened. Rih strained to see in the darkness, his nose was all but useless now. He wandered for what felt like hours—but was truly a few minutes— until he gave up and huddled his small shocked body against the front door of the farm house. It wasn’t proper shelter for a fox, but it would have to do. His bed for the night was overtaken. He tucked his paws under his belly and rested his muzzle on the wooden step. He thought of Orion’s words, and the overall truth was far too overwhelming. He would die eventually, and because of a hereditary disease of all things. Rihtiel’s jaw trembled at the thought and he struggled to hold back a mournful whimper. The wolf’s words seared themselves into his brain. How does it feel, being blind and knowing you are to die?" The words echoed in the fox’s mind. “It makes me wish you really had killed me.” He muttered to himself before tucking his face under his tail and letting out a heavy sigh.[1,037 words.]

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/zodjlg.jpg,true] The shock and horror littered over the fox's face made his trick seem even better than it first had been. Orion watched like a hawk as a number of different emotions passed over the smaller canine's face. He almost seemed embarrassed to seem so fearful of Orion, which confused the wolf. He was intending to scare him. He was a big bad wolf threatening to kill a poor, defenceless fox. Of course he was going to be frightened! Orion knew he wouldn't have liked to be in the receiving end of such a harsh trick, but no one ever played a trick on the ebony wolf. Instead it was he who cruelly played about with little things like this fox. He got a sadistic kick out of creating intense fear in an individual. He could almost still hear the pounding heartbeat in the fox's ribs. As fast as the little mouse he had had for lunch earlier. Orion was almost expecting the stranger to suddenly seize up and die from heart failure. Orion could tell he had struck a nerve at the quip on his blindness. He lazily watched the fox stumble over his words to defend himself. There was almost a different kind of fear in the fox's eyes, as though even he didn't believe the words he was saying. Orion gazed down at the canine curiously. How often did he lie awake at night, unable to sleep from fear of his future? Orion had been lucky not to be born with anything so awful. Yes, he was clumsy and his coordination was utterly terrible, but Orion had worked with that from a young age. He learnt to walk differently from others. He learnt that he couldn't walk and jump and play as freely and easily as the other cubs. Orion had just dealt with it, as much as he hated his body for failing him so. Orion was glad he didn't have failing sight, or any other sense for that matter. How could he live without his nose? He would never be able to catch his prey! "I would like to see you try and be a better hunter than me." Orion drawled, glancing at the fox from the corner of his eye. How could a blind little thing claim he could be better at hunting than he?! An athletic, fit wolf like him! He could catch all the prey he liked. He had a fully functioning nose, two perfect eyes and a pair of brilliantly perked ears. If it was put to the test, Orion was sure he would win a hunting competition with the fox. Orion puffed his chest out proudly at the thought. He was often a little too arrogant for his own good, and that would one day get him killed. Orion believed himself the best of the best. He was his father's son. He briefly thought back to how his father had once led the Tempest Pack. Orion bitterly thought of Brooke and how much he longed to be the leader. Unfit to be leader. That is what he had been told by several higher ranking canines of Tempest. They were wrong! Before realising what was going on, Orion suddenly heard a crash and clatter of a bucket that the fox had walked into. Bemused, Orion slowly followed the blinding fox as he stumbled around in hope to escape the wolf. However, Orion quietly stalked the fox as he ran into a chicken coop. Muffling a chuckle, Orion sat down on his rump and cocked his head as the fox finally gave up and curled up in front of the door of the farm house. "Yes, I see clearly now," Orion bellowed out towards the fox, "I am sure you will survive at least a day without sight." With a wolfish grin, Orion turned on his heel and went back into the warm barn to curl up in the straw.

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