Post by AFireInTheSnow on Jan 27, 2011 14:18:48 GMT -5
Bloodlines
Chapter Three;
...And Bloodright.
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"Haha, too slow!"
The voice that rang through the otherwise silent forest belonged to a young Werecat, slightly older than the girl he was taunting. He towered over her, leering down at her black eyes as she desperately grabbed for the object in his hand. One moment it had been in front of her, the next it was in the air above her head in the male's hand.
"Come ON, Cairo! Give it back!" The girl wailed, crouching and trying to spring up and grab her toy.
The boy acted like he was considering it before giving the girl a shove that sent her to the muddy ground. The past few months of monsoon had transformed the sandy forest clearing into a mudpit, and the poor girl slid as she tried to get up, falling once more. She spat mud from her mouth, glaring up at him. Her upper lip twitched angrily as the boy said, "I think not, Sira."
Cairo moved over and placed one foot on her back as she tried to get up, creating a muddy pawprint on her back from his anthropomorphic foot. He was old enough to be able to reach a half-shift, unlike Sira, who was hardly a year and a half old. She couldn't even shift her tail yet. As Cairo leant his weight on her, she sank an inch or two into the sticky muck below her, which was only made stickier by the girl's thrashes as she attempted to get away from the male.
"What'cha gonna do? Huh? Huh?" The boy's German was broken, much like Sira's had been a few months before when her mother started teaching her. However, Cairo had been learning for a year longer than Sira, and his German was still horrendous. The female snarled something in their native tongue of Werecatic, and Cairo's eyes widened. "What, not gonna call for yer' mommy and daddy to save you? Huh? Gon' try'ta be a big girl now?"
"Go to HELL, Cairo." Sira's response was soft, almost too soft as she slid her fingers through the mud below her, trying to find purchase in a buried rock or clump of damp dirt. She found one, pushing herself upward. She wasn't strong enough to escape Cairo, but she was able to unbalance him by rising and quickly dropping. He fell forward, over her body, landing face-first in the mud like she had before.
She hadn't expected him to be the one calling for help.
--
A male shriek reached the ears of Dazen and Silverwing. As the Alphas of their pack, it was their duty to respond when a pack mate was distressed. Without a pause they dropped their craftwork - Silver her art and Dazen a new sword - and phased, running on all four paws towards the sound of the distress call. It sounded like it had come from the training hollow, which most likely meant some of the boys had gotten too rough with playfighting.
Sure enough, there were two forms stuck in the mud when they arrived. One was struggling to get out from under the other, freeing her small body. She stood up, hissed at the Were still in the mud, and looked up at her parents as they phased. She blinked at them, turned back towards the mud, and started rummaging through it, as if she had dropped something.
Sure enough, Cairo had released her toy flute when he fell, but now it was ruined by the mud. She growled angrily, trying to brush the mud off of her flute, stomach and face, as Cairo started to stand up.
"Mama, --" she began to say.
Cairo's voice rang out loud and clear. "She hit me! She came up to me and hit me, for no reason!"
Sira whirled around, snarling. "I WHAT?! You lying jerk!" She hissed, rounding on him. Had she been able to phase like Cairo and her parents, her fur would have been standing straight up in fury. "YOU'RE the one who took my flute and started shoving me around!"
Dazen and Silverwing watched the kits argue for a moment before Dazen's patience grew thin. "QUIET!"
Both kits stared at him, fear glimmering in their eyes. Sira's were black with anger, and Cairo's were the same amber they had always been. Cairo's tail was lashing, and if Sira had had one, hers would probably have been as well.
"Which of you," Dazen started more calmly in Werecatic, "wishes to tell me what happened here?"
Cairo started to say something and Sira cut him off as he had her. "I was practicing my flute and Cairo came and stole it from me. I tried to get it back and he shoved me into the mudhole and stepped on me and I tripped him and he cried and you guys came and it's so not fair that he's blaming me!" she growled, glaring at Cairo.
After puzzling out her long, long sentence, Dazen watched his daughter for a moment before looking to Cairo. "And you say?"
"I asked if I could join her and she hit me! I pushed her, yea, but I wasn't trying to get her hurt or anything. She tried to scratch my leg and I tripped and fell in with her."
Cairo's lie was smoothe, except for the fact that Sira never would have hit him if he wanted to join in on something.
Unfortunately for her, Dazen and Silver believed Cairo more than her.
"Sira, how could you? He just wanted to play!"
"But mama--"
"No buts. You're coming home right now."
Sira didn't argue; it wouldn't help. All she could do was walk after her disappointed parents while Cairo padded somewhere behind them. She ignored him as she walked, muddy shoulders slumped, eyes fading from black to a sad midnight blue. It wasn't fair! Everyone believed Cairo's lies when he bullied her because he was older than any of the other kits. No-one believed her because she was young and prone to mischief and--
A pebble hit the back of her neck, followed by the faintest chuckle from Cairo. She ignored it. He had gotten her into enough trouble for one day.
Another tapped against the back of her head, inducing a slight pain from the impact. Again she ignored him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd gotten to her. The process was repeated twice more, and it really was getting on her nerves, despite the girl's attempts to ignore him. The next pebble hit her butt, and she took a deep breath. The next one after that missed entirely, going over her left shoulder. Sira's hand reflexively snapped up to catch it.
Her head turned to glare over her shoulder at him, hand still raised as she turned her body slightly. Her eyes were scarlet.
"Alpha! She's gonna hit me with a stone!"
Sira ignored the growls as her father and mother turned around to scold her. The stone fell from her hand, to be replaced by a small fireball. It was steadily growing, flickering flames of black and purple hue growing in her slightly cupped hand. She didn't know why she was so angry at him all of a sudden. All Sira knew was she wanted to hit Cairo, to hurt him, to cause some sort of pain for what he had done to her. But what had he done to merit this? Nothing, she knew in the back of her mind, but what did she care? He had tormented and bullied her almost every day of her life. It was time for some payback.
"Alphas, look at her! She's a psycho!"
Dazen warned his daughter to stop, but he knew she wouldn't listen. He pulled Silver back against a tree as the flames spread up his daughter's arm and over her torso and head.
"I'm sick of being blamed for everything you do!" She shrieked. This was the first time her parents had seen her temper flare like this. She had a short fuse, they knew, but she had never been this angry over something like this. It was frightening to see their usually calm daughter in such a rage. "You always pick on me and beat me and then blame me for hitting you in defense!"
Cairo started to wail, backing slowly away from the flaming Werecat as she approached him. The flames were spreading down her legs now, creating dry, charred earth below her footsteps. Her hair had become a bright, unnatural sea green. Her skin was changing, darkening into black, and red markings were appearing all over her body. Spots, stripes and slashes, all in a scarlet shade that matched her eyes. Fur was growing over her body, bearing the same markings her skin now held, excepting that her stomach became grey, as did her cheeks. Her legs and ears appeared to be changing, and anyone watching from the rear could see the tail growing there.
She was too young to phase, too. Too young for her Blade, too young to phase... Dazen closed his eyes, for this was what he had hoped wouldn't happen. This is what he was begging so much not to be true.
She was Feral, like him.
And she was going to seriously hurt both herself and Cairo like this. She couldn't control what she was doing. She just knew she was angry, and confused as to why she was so angry. Dazen growled and stepped away from his mate, standing at his full height of six and a half feet. He didn't bother speaking to his daughter; in this state she wouldn't hear him. He had remembered the bloodlust he had felt the first time anger triggered him to change. He could control himself now, he had learned through decades of discipline. His daughter had no such control.
His change was quicker than hers, blue and green flames lapping over his body within an instant, body phasing with years of practiced ease. The colours of the flames were unique to each Ferale, and the blue and green that flickered around him was so different from the black and purple of his child.
He stepped forward until he was beside her, one hand on her shoulder preventing her from moving. She snarled up at him, crimson eyes meeting his amber, an amber that reminded her of Cairo. His grip tightened slightly, though he wouldn't harm his daughter. "No," he growled.
She snapped at his hand and growled at Cairo, who was frozen in place. The whole Clan knew what Dazen was, but Sira too... It was weird, and new, and he was never going to bully her again, that much he knew. If he survived this encounter, that was.
Sira wasn't going anywhere with her father's hand keeping her in place, and she growled up at him. He repeated his order and she stopped moving, though her eyes went back to Cairo, the object of her fury. "Stop thinking of him. Stop thinking..." Dazen coaxed softly, leading her away from the frightened boy. She was reluctant to move, to take her eyes off of the male, but her father continued to back her away from Cairo.
When they were back near Silverwing, the flames around her had finally started to die down, the girl's eyes were shifting back to turquoise, and her bodily shape was returning to human. She didn't look furious, just very confused. She swayed when Dazen let go of her shoulder, then sinking down to the ground and sitting there for several long moments.
What are we going to do with you, little Kinahari? Dazen thought to himself. This would mean much soothing over Cairo's father, and trying to help Sira understand what she had gone through just now. The pack would need the situation explained, as well. It had taken a decade before the packs had accepted him as one of their own. Finding out that his kin was truly the blood of his blood, Daemon and flame-wielder... the pack had known her since she was little, maybe that would change things.
This would be a very long night.
Chapter Three;
...And Bloodright.
---------------
"Haha, too slow!"
The voice that rang through the otherwise silent forest belonged to a young Werecat, slightly older than the girl he was taunting. He towered over her, leering down at her black eyes as she desperately grabbed for the object in his hand. One moment it had been in front of her, the next it was in the air above her head in the male's hand.
"Come ON, Cairo! Give it back!" The girl wailed, crouching and trying to spring up and grab her toy.
The boy acted like he was considering it before giving the girl a shove that sent her to the muddy ground. The past few months of monsoon had transformed the sandy forest clearing into a mudpit, and the poor girl slid as she tried to get up, falling once more. She spat mud from her mouth, glaring up at him. Her upper lip twitched angrily as the boy said, "I think not, Sira."
Cairo moved over and placed one foot on her back as she tried to get up, creating a muddy pawprint on her back from his anthropomorphic foot. He was old enough to be able to reach a half-shift, unlike Sira, who was hardly a year and a half old. She couldn't even shift her tail yet. As Cairo leant his weight on her, she sank an inch or two into the sticky muck below her, which was only made stickier by the girl's thrashes as she attempted to get away from the male.
"What'cha gonna do? Huh? Huh?" The boy's German was broken, much like Sira's had been a few months before when her mother started teaching her. However, Cairo had been learning for a year longer than Sira, and his German was still horrendous. The female snarled something in their native tongue of Werecatic, and Cairo's eyes widened. "What, not gonna call for yer' mommy and daddy to save you? Huh? Gon' try'ta be a big girl now?"
"Go to HELL, Cairo." Sira's response was soft, almost too soft as she slid her fingers through the mud below her, trying to find purchase in a buried rock or clump of damp dirt. She found one, pushing herself upward. She wasn't strong enough to escape Cairo, but she was able to unbalance him by rising and quickly dropping. He fell forward, over her body, landing face-first in the mud like she had before.
She hadn't expected him to be the one calling for help.
--
A male shriek reached the ears of Dazen and Silverwing. As the Alphas of their pack, it was their duty to respond when a pack mate was distressed. Without a pause they dropped their craftwork - Silver her art and Dazen a new sword - and phased, running on all four paws towards the sound of the distress call. It sounded like it had come from the training hollow, which most likely meant some of the boys had gotten too rough with playfighting.
Sure enough, there were two forms stuck in the mud when they arrived. One was struggling to get out from under the other, freeing her small body. She stood up, hissed at the Were still in the mud, and looked up at her parents as they phased. She blinked at them, turned back towards the mud, and started rummaging through it, as if she had dropped something.
Sure enough, Cairo had released her toy flute when he fell, but now it was ruined by the mud. She growled angrily, trying to brush the mud off of her flute, stomach and face, as Cairo started to stand up.
"Mama, --" she began to say.
Cairo's voice rang out loud and clear. "She hit me! She came up to me and hit me, for no reason!"
Sira whirled around, snarling. "I WHAT?! You lying jerk!" She hissed, rounding on him. Had she been able to phase like Cairo and her parents, her fur would have been standing straight up in fury. "YOU'RE the one who took my flute and started shoving me around!"
Dazen and Silverwing watched the kits argue for a moment before Dazen's patience grew thin. "QUIET!"
Both kits stared at him, fear glimmering in their eyes. Sira's were black with anger, and Cairo's were the same amber they had always been. Cairo's tail was lashing, and if Sira had had one, hers would probably have been as well.
"Which of you," Dazen started more calmly in Werecatic, "wishes to tell me what happened here?"
Cairo started to say something and Sira cut him off as he had her. "I was practicing my flute and Cairo came and stole it from me. I tried to get it back and he shoved me into the mudhole and stepped on me and I tripped him and he cried and you guys came and it's so not fair that he's blaming me!" she growled, glaring at Cairo.
After puzzling out her long, long sentence, Dazen watched his daughter for a moment before looking to Cairo. "And you say?"
"I asked if I could join her and she hit me! I pushed her, yea, but I wasn't trying to get her hurt or anything. She tried to scratch my leg and I tripped and fell in with her."
Cairo's lie was smoothe, except for the fact that Sira never would have hit him if he wanted to join in on something.
Unfortunately for her, Dazen and Silver believed Cairo more than her.
"Sira, how could you? He just wanted to play!"
"But mama--"
"No buts. You're coming home right now."
Sira didn't argue; it wouldn't help. All she could do was walk after her disappointed parents while Cairo padded somewhere behind them. She ignored him as she walked, muddy shoulders slumped, eyes fading from black to a sad midnight blue. It wasn't fair! Everyone believed Cairo's lies when he bullied her because he was older than any of the other kits. No-one believed her because she was young and prone to mischief and--
A pebble hit the back of her neck, followed by the faintest chuckle from Cairo. She ignored it. He had gotten her into enough trouble for one day.
Another tapped against the back of her head, inducing a slight pain from the impact. Again she ignored him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd gotten to her. The process was repeated twice more, and it really was getting on her nerves, despite the girl's attempts to ignore him. The next pebble hit her butt, and she took a deep breath. The next one after that missed entirely, going over her left shoulder. Sira's hand reflexively snapped up to catch it.
Her head turned to glare over her shoulder at him, hand still raised as she turned her body slightly. Her eyes were scarlet.
"Alpha! She's gonna hit me with a stone!"
Sira ignored the growls as her father and mother turned around to scold her. The stone fell from her hand, to be replaced by a small fireball. It was steadily growing, flickering flames of black and purple hue growing in her slightly cupped hand. She didn't know why she was so angry at him all of a sudden. All Sira knew was she wanted to hit Cairo, to hurt him, to cause some sort of pain for what he had done to her. But what had he done to merit this? Nothing, she knew in the back of her mind, but what did she care? He had tormented and bullied her almost every day of her life. It was time for some payback.
"Alphas, look at her! She's a psycho!"
Dazen warned his daughter to stop, but he knew she wouldn't listen. He pulled Silver back against a tree as the flames spread up his daughter's arm and over her torso and head.
"I'm sick of being blamed for everything you do!" She shrieked. This was the first time her parents had seen her temper flare like this. She had a short fuse, they knew, but she had never been this angry over something like this. It was frightening to see their usually calm daughter in such a rage. "You always pick on me and beat me and then blame me for hitting you in defense!"
Cairo started to wail, backing slowly away from the flaming Werecat as she approached him. The flames were spreading down her legs now, creating dry, charred earth below her footsteps. Her hair had become a bright, unnatural sea green. Her skin was changing, darkening into black, and red markings were appearing all over her body. Spots, stripes and slashes, all in a scarlet shade that matched her eyes. Fur was growing over her body, bearing the same markings her skin now held, excepting that her stomach became grey, as did her cheeks. Her legs and ears appeared to be changing, and anyone watching from the rear could see the tail growing there.
She was too young to phase, too. Too young for her Blade, too young to phase... Dazen closed his eyes, for this was what he had hoped wouldn't happen. This is what he was begging so much not to be true.
She was Feral, like him.
And she was going to seriously hurt both herself and Cairo like this. She couldn't control what she was doing. She just knew she was angry, and confused as to why she was so angry. Dazen growled and stepped away from his mate, standing at his full height of six and a half feet. He didn't bother speaking to his daughter; in this state she wouldn't hear him. He had remembered the bloodlust he had felt the first time anger triggered him to change. He could control himself now, he had learned through decades of discipline. His daughter had no such control.
His change was quicker than hers, blue and green flames lapping over his body within an instant, body phasing with years of practiced ease. The colours of the flames were unique to each Ferale, and the blue and green that flickered around him was so different from the black and purple of his child.
He stepped forward until he was beside her, one hand on her shoulder preventing her from moving. She snarled up at him, crimson eyes meeting his amber, an amber that reminded her of Cairo. His grip tightened slightly, though he wouldn't harm his daughter. "No," he growled.
She snapped at his hand and growled at Cairo, who was frozen in place. The whole Clan knew what Dazen was, but Sira too... It was weird, and new, and he was never going to bully her again, that much he knew. If he survived this encounter, that was.
Sira wasn't going anywhere with her father's hand keeping her in place, and she growled up at him. He repeated his order and she stopped moving, though her eyes went back to Cairo, the object of her fury. "Stop thinking of him. Stop thinking..." Dazen coaxed softly, leading her away from the frightened boy. She was reluctant to move, to take her eyes off of the male, but her father continued to back her away from Cairo.
When they were back near Silverwing, the flames around her had finally started to die down, the girl's eyes were shifting back to turquoise, and her bodily shape was returning to human. She didn't look furious, just very confused. She swayed when Dazen let go of her shoulder, then sinking down to the ground and sitting there for several long moments.
What are we going to do with you, little Kinahari? Dazen thought to himself. This would mean much soothing over Cairo's father, and trying to help Sira understand what she had gone through just now. The pack would need the situation explained, as well. It had taken a decade before the packs had accepted him as one of their own. Finding out that his kin was truly the blood of his blood, Daemon and flame-wielder... the pack had known her since she was little, maybe that would change things.
This would be a very long night.