Post by AFireInTheSnow on Jan 27, 2011 14:20:42 GMT -5
Bloodlines
Chapter Six;
Where?
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Dazen held his crying mate in his arms, trying to reassure her with gentle crooning. Silverwing hadn't stopped crying since Sira had been discovered missing. They had been searching for three days with no success, but Dazen wasn't giving up on finding his daughter. She would come back, she would be found, she would be okay. The pack would learn to accept that she was the same as her father, and she would be happy.
He kept that attitude for three and a half months before he finally called off the daily search parties. He and his mate spent the night staring up at the moon in silence, greiving for the daughter they believed to be dead. The cold, autumn air bit into their skin, but they hardly noticed.
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Sira wasn't dead, but she was halfway there. Winter was coming and the rabbits and deer she had been hunting were becoming scrawnier and less abundant. She was starting to go to bed without anything in her small stomach each night, or with nothing more than a mouse or vole to go on.
She was weak and close to death when she collapsed in the middle of a forest clearing. Her vision was blurry and she couldn't see the area around her very well. She had to keep going... Out here she was easy prey for a bear or wolf... She struggled to her paws and kept walking on, but maintaining her cat form was draining her of what little energy she had left. She phased and staggered towards the nearest tree for leverage, leaning heavily against it, asking for help by uttering a soft spell. The tree gave her some of it's own energy, and she thanked it, taking only enough to keep her steady on her feet before walking away.
She was able to survive off of the trees for a few days after that, finally dropping to her knees again when the energy of the forest could no longer sustain her without hunting. She had reached the edge of the forest and couldn't see anything that looked like any sort of civilization nearby. She whimpered faintly and hit the earth, too exhausted to move anymore.
This journey had drained her completely. Her stomach was empty and she had gone from healthy-thin to dangerously close to being nothing but skin and bones. Her flame coloured hair was lank and dull, her usually turquoise eyes dark grey and glassy.
Those eyes closed, her entire body going limp as she lost consciousness, oblivious to anything around her.
Which meant she was unaware of a male walking towards her from out of the forest, looking down at her frail body. He had jet black hair and eyes the colour of slate, and a height of just under six feet. Kneeling, he examined the small girl, pressing two fingers to the artery on her neck before pulling them away. His eyes narrowed as he stared down at the girl. She had a pulse, but it was faint. He looked back into the forest and then raised his wrist to his mouth. As his lips parted they revealed long, delicate-looking fangs to the cool night air, and these pierced into his flesh to draw his own blood.
Pulling the unconscious girl closer to himself, he held his bleeding wrist to her lips. The scarlet liquid trickled down her throat, giving her what would sustain her long enough for him to take her to wherever he felt would be best. The Vampyr glanced down at her face again, the pale, bloodstained lips on the small girl's face, her hair framing her face.
Then they disappeared.
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Sira's dreams were strange and vivid. Funnily enough, she hadn't had any dreams until the strange male had let his blood into her body. She couldn't see anything, but there were odd, brightly coloured shapes and forms that were always flitting out of reach and out of sight. Shadows were always swirling around her legs and tail as crimson flashes brightened a black sky.
The dreams were ever-changing, at one point she felt like she was weightless, flying, while in another she couldn't even move. She felt like she was suffocating, and there was a burning in her chest that she couldn't understand the source of. When she finally opened her eyes -- hours after the dreams began -- she could only see white. Expanses of white. She wondered if she was dead until she recognized it. She had seen something like that last time she had seen a human den.
It's a ceiling, dumbass... she thought to herself. She had never cursed around her parents, but she cursed quite a bit when she was alone and when she was yelling at people like Cairo.
A ceiling? Wait... Wasn't I outside?
Yes, she had been outside. Where was she now?
Chapter Six;
Where?
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Dazen held his crying mate in his arms, trying to reassure her with gentle crooning. Silverwing hadn't stopped crying since Sira had been discovered missing. They had been searching for three days with no success, but Dazen wasn't giving up on finding his daughter. She would come back, she would be found, she would be okay. The pack would learn to accept that she was the same as her father, and she would be happy.
He kept that attitude for three and a half months before he finally called off the daily search parties. He and his mate spent the night staring up at the moon in silence, greiving for the daughter they believed to be dead. The cold, autumn air bit into their skin, but they hardly noticed.
-----
Sira wasn't dead, but she was halfway there. Winter was coming and the rabbits and deer she had been hunting were becoming scrawnier and less abundant. She was starting to go to bed without anything in her small stomach each night, or with nothing more than a mouse or vole to go on.
She was weak and close to death when she collapsed in the middle of a forest clearing. Her vision was blurry and she couldn't see the area around her very well. She had to keep going... Out here she was easy prey for a bear or wolf... She struggled to her paws and kept walking on, but maintaining her cat form was draining her of what little energy she had left. She phased and staggered towards the nearest tree for leverage, leaning heavily against it, asking for help by uttering a soft spell. The tree gave her some of it's own energy, and she thanked it, taking only enough to keep her steady on her feet before walking away.
She was able to survive off of the trees for a few days after that, finally dropping to her knees again when the energy of the forest could no longer sustain her without hunting. She had reached the edge of the forest and couldn't see anything that looked like any sort of civilization nearby. She whimpered faintly and hit the earth, too exhausted to move anymore.
This journey had drained her completely. Her stomach was empty and she had gone from healthy-thin to dangerously close to being nothing but skin and bones. Her flame coloured hair was lank and dull, her usually turquoise eyes dark grey and glassy.
Those eyes closed, her entire body going limp as she lost consciousness, oblivious to anything around her.
Which meant she was unaware of a male walking towards her from out of the forest, looking down at her frail body. He had jet black hair and eyes the colour of slate, and a height of just under six feet. Kneeling, he examined the small girl, pressing two fingers to the artery on her neck before pulling them away. His eyes narrowed as he stared down at the girl. She had a pulse, but it was faint. He looked back into the forest and then raised his wrist to his mouth. As his lips parted they revealed long, delicate-looking fangs to the cool night air, and these pierced into his flesh to draw his own blood.
Pulling the unconscious girl closer to himself, he held his bleeding wrist to her lips. The scarlet liquid trickled down her throat, giving her what would sustain her long enough for him to take her to wherever he felt would be best. The Vampyr glanced down at her face again, the pale, bloodstained lips on the small girl's face, her hair framing her face.
Then they disappeared.
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Sira's dreams were strange and vivid. Funnily enough, she hadn't had any dreams until the strange male had let his blood into her body. She couldn't see anything, but there were odd, brightly coloured shapes and forms that were always flitting out of reach and out of sight. Shadows were always swirling around her legs and tail as crimson flashes brightened a black sky.
The dreams were ever-changing, at one point she felt like she was weightless, flying, while in another she couldn't even move. She felt like she was suffocating, and there was a burning in her chest that she couldn't understand the source of. When she finally opened her eyes -- hours after the dreams began -- she could only see white. Expanses of white. She wondered if she was dead until she recognized it. She had seen something like that last time she had seen a human den.
It's a ceiling, dumbass... she thought to herself. She had never cursed around her parents, but she cursed quite a bit when she was alone and when she was yelling at people like Cairo.
A ceiling? Wait... Wasn't I outside?
Yes, she had been outside. Where was she now?