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Post by callum on Mar 24, 2013 13:48:28 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
Birds singing. Woodpeckers pecking. The soft clicking of branches tapping each other above with the wind. Those were the only sounds. And then one more. A heart beating strongly. And the crunching sound of paper wrapping for food. The new smell filled the air around the alpha. Burritos...? Yeah, ya bastard. Eat your last meal. The alpha thought as he crouched low in the shadows, black fur barely visible. His golden eyes were narrowed to slits so he was nearly invisible. As the man before him ate on his four-wheeler, Callum watched in silence, breathing through his nostrils slowly and quietly as to not disturb the forest around him. He laid his ears back, not daring to make a sound. Suddenly Tyson looked up and Cal stiffened, watching him warily as the man turned to look at Cal. Tyson leaned forward, eyes narrowing slightly. Cal's heart sped a bit when Tyson suddenly took off the four wheeler. With an agitated snarl, Cal exploded from the undergrowth and gave chase.
His paws pounded against the forest floor as he ran, muscles tensing. The alpha bared his teeth, his back working like a spring as he ran. Nostrils flaring and eyes glaring. Your not getting away! Not this time! YOUR MINE! He snarled in his thoughts and pushed his legs to go faster, slowly closing in on Tyson's four wheeler. It was then it swerved, and Cal was confused. Where was Tyson going? And then he saw the beta. Triell. Cal had an aching feeling he would lose Tyson if he tried to swerve to, so the alpha bunched his muscles and leaped, soaring over Triell, and landed in full sprint once more. He was not losing this fucker. This was the closest he'd come to getting Tyson for weeks. He would die before he lost this bitch. He refused to let it go easily.
The hunter looked back at the alpha as he closed in on the four wheeler. And then it hit a fallen tree. Tyson's yelling filled Cal's ears as he was thrown off the four wheeler and Cal bared his teeth. This was his chance. The alpha launched forward like he was shot out of a cannon and pinned Tyson to the ground, biting the man's leg hard. Tyson screamed in pain as Cal snapped the hunter's leg in half in his powerful jaws. With a hard kick from Tyson in his black nose, Cal yelped loudly and sprung backward, growling and shaking his head. He bared his teeth fearlessly even as he saw Tyson pull a gun on the alpha. He dodged to the side just as the man pulled the trigger and pain electrified his ear. The shot from the gun echoing through the forest like thunder.
At the moment, Cal didn't even care that he now had a hole in his ear, and that it was bleeding all over the side of his face. He shook his head, spattering blood across the melting snow and snarled again, thoroughly pissed off. He leaped one side, then the other, and then back again, zig zagging toward Tyson so the man couldn't take aim. With a powerful leap, Cal once more pinned Tyson to the ground and went to bite down on the man's head, but Ty held his rifle up sideways, ramming the gun into Cal's mouth and holding him off. Cal gripped it in his teeth, stopped fighting for a moment, and glared. You will not win this fight. His eyes sent the message to the hunter and Cal ripped the gun away from Tyson, jerking his head and dropping the gun out of reach. Tyson kicked Cal again, clearly determined, and the alpha took a few steps back. Damn! This was going to be harder than he though. The two glared at each other in a stare down.
"Come on, Callum. Shift back. We're both very skilled men." Tyson's voice was like honey, sweet and smooth. Hypnotizing. "Why not fight like men? Unless your scared." And there it was. That challenge. Cal growled and shook his pelt out, hesitating. But the alpha had faith in himself. This is what he had trained for since he was twelve years old. He shifted back and watched Tyson. The older man waited patiently, surprisingly, as Callum pulled on his sweatpants. And then it all happened at once. Tyson made a break for his rifle and Callum pulled out his Desert Eagle. Both men shot at the same time. Tyson dropped to the ground like a ton of bricks, and white hot pain exploded through Cal's torso. He stumbled back a step, emitting a heart-squeezing scream. Blood flowed from a hole in his torso between his naval and chest and the alpha fell onto his back, spine arching toward the sky. It was then Triell's scent washed over him, and Cal cried out for his beta.
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Post by triell on Mar 24, 2013 16:38:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6mnUt.jpg); border: 2px ridge #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] If You Cannot Come back again, just don't lie to me don't leave, even if you can't say those words I may be a fool but, I cannot keep waiting for you yet to say goodbye to you is something i could never do please, do not go far away please, do not go far away where I can't find you do not go so far away do not go so far away Please don't leave me don't leave make a promise to me, I beg you-----------------
It was a nice day, though more than likely cold to any regular person, but -- Triell wasn't normal. He was a werewolf, and werewolves were like their own personal suns. The young Beta lay still against a rock, mulling over that thought. The sun was a star -- stars burned out... would his warmth burn out? He shuddered at the thought. He never wanted to be cold. Being cold was bad -- he might die of coldness, that would be a terrible way to die.
Triell allowed his head to flop back, ignoring the thunk of pain he felt as his head connected with the stone. Silver orbs stared up at the clear sky, birds fluttering and twittering in the sky. "Twitterpated," he snorted softly, shaking his head at the sight. The gentle breeze tussled his hair, grass rolling and flowing in a sea of green. Trees groaned and moaned, their branches swaying to and fro in a mesmerizing dance. This, this is what he loved. He loved the smell of the nature, the feel of the green blades beneath his hands, the sound of the deer tucked away in their thickets -- he loved being in the wild. He loved the forest with a passion he never thought himself capable of feeling, and yet he did. Perhaps, he thought, it was his three constant years spent in the dense trees that gave him such a deep connection to it -- he wasn't exactly sure and if he was being honest, he didn't much care. The fact remained that he loved it, and that truly was all that mattered.
And then -- that tranquility was shattered. An Engine, Four-Wheeler no doubt, was racing, and then Cal's scent drifted to him, wrapping around the beta like a blanket of security. So Cal was chasing a four-wheeler, great, means he didn't have to get up. Cal could handle himself afterall. But the sound was getting closer and closer to the rock he was relaxing on, and then the sun was blocked. Triell's eyes snapped open, just in time to see the Alpha leap over him. Shooting up, Triell watched as Callum chased after the ATV. "The... fuck...? He followed after the running wolf, refusing to shift because he was damn well sick and tired of shredding his clothes.
And then there was a shut and it made sense -- a hunter. Triell's speed skyrocketed as he darted after the Alpha and Hunter. 'Cal, don't you dare be hurt...' his thoughts screamed, and then he saw them and he relaxed just so. Callum was safe -- shot through the ear, but otherwise unharmed.
He watched the Alpha warily, yearning to help in some way yet knowing this was the Alpha's fight. He watched the Alpha swerve and dart in a series of complicated directions. 'Avoiding being shot...' he told himself, heart pounding angrily in his chest. And then, the Hunter spoke, and suddenly Triell knew. This Hunter was no mere hunter, he was Tyson -- and then Triell was afraid. Callum might be hell bent on Revenge so much he could get himself hurt. With a pitiful whimper, the Beta remained firmly put. There was no way he could help the Alpha, no way at all. Triell let loose another soft whimper, eyes widening as Callum shifted back. No, he wanted to scream. This wasn't right! Callum should have stayed in wolf form, it was the smart thing to do! Why did he shift?
And then Tyson lunger, making for his gun, and Callum for his. Together they fired. Callum's bullet whistling through the crisp air and lodging itself into Tyson's head... and Tyson's. Triell lurched forward, tumbling to the ground Beside Callum's body. "C...Cal... My God.." he whimpered, voice cracking as he gazed down at the bullet wound. His chin quivered weakly, hands pressing down against the bloody man's chest. "Y... You'll be okay... You're you.. you can't die this easy.." he choked out a feeble laugh, face ashen as he continued to keep pressure on the wound.
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TRIELL's Speech
TRIELL'S Thoughts
CALLUM's Speech
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Post by callum on Mar 24, 2013 19:01:58 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
Pain throbbed from his torso, blood pumping from the new hole in the alpha's body, and his own heart beat pounding in his ears. The silver bullet burned like fire in his stomach. He let out another piercing scream. He could handle broken bones. He could handle pain. But this? This was almost too much to handle. "Pull it out, you fucktard!" He snarled. He didn't mean to insult Triell, but the pain was overwhelming. He was starting to get weak from blood loss. He wouldn't heal until the bullet was out. So right now, he was facing death. His breathing was fast and heavy, and he gasped with pain as his heart pounded in his chest. Ah fuck it! He wanted the pain to go away now! Cal grabbed a handful of Triell's shirt and groaned loudly as he pulled himself and and wiped away blood from the wound, smearing it across his chest. His nails extended into claws and he dug into the wound. He stopped. Throwing his head back, he screamed in agony through clenched teeth. "Mother fucker!" He gasped and grabbed the bullet between two claws, pulling it out and throwing it away from himself and Triell.
He put his hand over the wound, feeling it finally start to close beneath his hand. But maybe it was too late. He could hear his own heart, and it's steady beat was growing slower and weaker, his breathing shallow and slowing as well. He looked up at Triell as he started to fade away. The wound was closing, but not fast enough. He started to feel himself slipping away, and it scared the hell out of him. Cal was always boasting how he wasn't afraid of anything. He was a liar. There was only one thing Cal was really, truly afraid of. Death. He gripped Triell's shirt weakly. "T-Triell... I'm sorry..." The fuck was he apologizing for..? "But I believe... "You'll make a good alpha. No. A great alpha. Just... Take care of Rufus. The alpha chuckled weakly. "He needs someone to protect him... I trust you can do that for me?" Yeah, he was pretty convinced he was going to die. "And Triell... There's something you need to know... He muttered, struggling to keep his eyes open. But he never got the chance to finish what he was saying as the overwhelming blackness swallowed the alpha up, though his heart still beat faintly in his chest. He was still alive, but just barely. The wound had closed up, but he had lost a lot of blood. All he really needed now was rest. A lot of it.
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