we cant rewind we've gone too |F|A|R|

[Moosey]

.ooc. whee i actually am posting .ic. She had literally been running for the better part of her three years of life, stopping only to eat and sleep. Poison had avoided all contact with other wolves during her demented marathon. All she knew was that she had to get away from the murderer. She still had nightmares about that fateful night, her beautiful white pelted mother being murdered. Her siblings, all possesing white fur as well, had no chance against the killing machine. How she had managed to survive was some sort of fluke. The madman had somehow missed her. So she ran, she ran for three years, until she arrived here. But, where was here? There were footpaths, so it was obviously traversed by others. Others of her kind maybe. She sniffed aty the ground where the grass was worn away, it smelled faintly, but not like any wolf she had smelled. It was the smell of some creature she had never seen before. But it smelled like they were long gone from this place. Who could be here now though. She padded a bit farther, towards some overgrown grass. Surely someone inhabited this land now, but was she ready to meet others? There was really only one way to find out. She tossed her head back in a long howl that hopefully somewolf would hear. She only hoped the natives were friendly, hell she didn't even know what other wolves were like. She had never met one before, except for the murderer and her dead family. She really hoped they all weren't like the murderer. Only time would tell.

poison // 3 years // profile // female // - // no love

[Lauren™]

rawr. it's a death baby. I've heard this life is overrated "Who are you?" Toxin stepped forward, his head cocked as he gazed at the female with his dazzling green eyes. She looked remarkably like his mother, Death, or his uncle Morbid, seeing as the two were twins, or even one could say, like him. But her smell. It reeked of fear. It was like nothing he had ever scented before, pure and utter terror or a predator turned prey. He moved to block her path, not wanting her to flee. "You look like me." He stated calmly, his body language almost completely neutral, save the slight stiffness of his tail which alerted her that he wasn't completely oblivious to what could be an obvious threat. If she was on edge like he suspected she might easily be provoked. "Are you a Te Orten too?" But I hope that it gets better as we go

[Moosey]

.ooc. ooc ooc ooc ooc .ic. She froze at the sound of a voice. At first she didn't spot Toxin, but after a moment of looking around she saw him. And she gasped. Poison backed quickly away from Toxin. She tried to speak, but no words could describe her terror. He had found her. After all that running the murderer had found her to finish her off. She continued backing up, nearly tripping over her own paws. She did fall though, after a moment of frantic movements. She quickly jumped baxk to her feet. "So you finally caught up to me...." her voice wavered, as if she felt her time on earth coming to an end. "I thought I ran far enough, but you found me.... like something out of my nightmares..." Her voice began to trail off slightly. What was the murderer talking about anyway? Te Orten? She had no idea what that was, and guessed that she probably would not have the oppurtuinity to learn. She was already wondering why she wasn't dead already. Poison's heart beat rapidly, she could hear it thundering in her ears. He probably could as well. "Do it already!" she called out to him, her voice still quiet, "Finish up what you started three years ago and kill the last one..."

poison // 3 years // profile // female // - // no love

[Lauren™]

rawr. it's a death baby. I've heard this life is overrated Toxin's ears flattened abruptly. He disliked panic and she was doing a good deal of that right now. What she wasn't doing was making any sense. "Wh...." He took a few steps back. What was she talking about?! Kill here?! Never. "What are you talking about? I don't even know who you are." His green eyes darted around with nervous anticipation, expecting something or someone to suddenly be exposed to his sight, for she surely couldn’t be addressing him. He scent, already full of fear was now overwhelmed with it. It made him want to gag, to leave her here in her terror, but he couldn't. It wouldn't be right. She clearly needed help, if not mental than physical, for she was visibly thin. But I hope that it gets better as we go

[Moosey]

.ooc. ooc ooc ooc ooc .ic. "Don't play dumb, you've come to finish me off!" This time the femme snarled slightly. She bacled up another step, glaring hard at the other. He could have very easily been her twin, but Poison failed to recognise this, her mind too transfixed upon the subject of murder. "You killed my mother and my siblings three years ago..." she enlightened him, "And I guess you realised you missed one, huh?" Her eyes narrowed. This was entirely too much for her. She thought she had escaped him, ran farther than he would dare to investigate. And yet her eyes were seeing the pitch-black wolf that she had watched slaughter her family. "I've been running all my life you know... all because of you..." Her ears were pushed back against her head, "You took everything from me... everything..." It was clear she was well on her way to a mental breakdown. She wobbled slightly as she stepped backwards again, for a moment threatening to fall over onto the browning grass.

poison // 3 years // profile // female // - // no love