Trespasser

[Lanie]

Trespasser

Time: Midnight, as all such adventures shall begin.
Weather: The night is cloudy, and what little light from the moon and stars breaks trough the clouds, is filtered out by the mist. The wind is whipping, but also falters.
Location: Near the point where the pass opens into Kouhai, a single wolf prowls. The wind clears out some of the mist, but enough remains that the moonlight plays tricks on your eyes.

"You know you're trespassing, right?"
"You are part of me, Ilila, so it comes to reason that if you know, I have to know," Spir grated. Even though it wasn't necessarily true, the spirit's voice faded. Her presence was still there, still lingering, and it made Spir shiver.
Or maybe it was just the chilly mist swirling constantly around her. Spir didn't know why she was there - well, that wasn't necessarily true. She had to start scouting the lands somehow, and the start she would have to pass through the mountains. What use was it to have to go to the same place twice?

She forced herself to stop shivering, and tilted her head to the side as she remembered which way she was going. The mist wasn't horribly thick, so she could vaguely see the sides of the passage, but she kept her bearings straight.
Ilila's presence was stronger when she was around death, but when she was further away from them she found that her sister had more will, more spirit. It was unsettling and relieving, at the same time - as twisted as she may have been, she did not relish in being alone anymore then the next.

She slid across the cold stone, eyes open wide. She wanted to be found, but she didn't want to be taken unawares. She rolled her shoulders and stopped in the pass, before taking off at a trot at the side of the pass.
She took a scrabbling leap, snatching at a ledge about six feet up. Not too much of a challenge, she thought, but she wouldn't be doing it much on the mountain itself.
"So, why are you doing this again?"Spir rolled her eyes, prowling forth on the ledge. She headed further into the pass, but wanted to altitude to feel safer. You were always safer in the air then on the ground, she remembered.
Spir rolled her eyes, stalking forwards. "It's all part of my diabolical plot to conquer over three packs by myself."
"Riiiiight."
Spir couldn't help but to smile.

[Eastern]

Reverend yawned widely. He was starting to become an insomniac, spending much of his nights restlessly wondering the land, and much of his days dozing on and off, not getting much rest at all. And it showed. His pelt was all ruffled, and hung a bit more loosely then it had before he had joined the pack. He would be lying if he said it was because of the pack, it was. He was losing sleep because of all the emotions buzzing around in his head.

He squinted through the mist that surrounded him, his sleepy brain played tricks on him. Shadows followed him, and tugged at his fur.

He let his mind wonder aimlessly. As always it landed on Aksha. He tried not to grin foolishly, but couldn't stop himself. His smile faded as his sensed someone's emotions. Actually, they seemed to be coming from to individuals. He cocked his head wondering who would be wondering around at this time at night, in this mist. Well besides him of course.

He heard a soft voice, but didn't see anyone, nor could he make out what they said. Thinking it was one of his members, and hoping it was Aksha, he rushed forward.

"It's all part of my diabolical plot to conquer over three packs by myself."

Reverend stopped in his tracks, not recognizing the voice. He sighed, and steeled himself for a possible attack. He moved forward so that he could be seen through the mist.
"Sarcasm, I hope." He said lightly, just in case it was indeed sarcasm. He looked around for the other wolf, but didn't see anyone. He watched the crag walls that rose above him warily.

[Lanie]

Spir whipped around at the sound, biting back at a low growl. She looked down at the pass, and the lone male who was scanning the walls. Looking for her, no doubt. "Worst lines for a passing pack member to hear," she mumbled to herself. She heard a snicker, and identified it as Ilila's. Louder, Spir spoke to the male. "Sarcasm, indeed," she called, sitting down. She was to the left of him and several feet higher - not too high, he could probably reach her little ledge in a moment, but high enough to make her feel remotely safer.
Yeah, right.
She didn't try to conceal where she was - he would figure it out soon enough, even without her talking - although the echoes and the mist might play to her advantage and disadvantage.

"Although, judging by the fact that you care," she said carefully, "I assume you're in one of said packs."
Ilila laughed, a cold sound that made Spir flinch, and a few pebbles crumbled down to hit the rocks lightly. [/size]"Sarcasm, but in its truest form,"[/size] Ilila said.
"Shut up," responded Spir, almost silently. It was unlikely the male below would hear her wexact words, but in her old pack those who talked to themselves were considered not exactly the sanest.
She smiled bitterly. No one in her old pack was totally sane, then.
Ilila remained silent, and Spir sat down on her haunches as she waited for the male to pinpoint her location.

[Eastern]

Reverend scanned the crags, and finally found her. He hesitated on going up there with her, one slip and he would fall, and break his leg, or neck if he landed right.

He sighed and pushed those thoughts, and his tiredness. from his mind. He heaved himself out on the rocky shelves and made his way over to her. "Hello, my dear. It isnt safe traversing the lands at this late hour. You could fall, or eben get mistaken as someone with ill intent, and be attacked."

He held back his yawn, and glanced down at the rocky floor. He shifted his wait, and some of the rock shelf they were sitting one broke off. He turned his eyes back to her. "You are right. I am the beta, Reverend." In the back of his mind he worried about being on such an unstabled ledge with a stranger.

ooc. Im gonna have it break, if thats okay with you. It was just gonna be were he is standing, unless you want the whole thing to fall.

[Lanie]

(Up to you, I don't care. ^^ If you wanted just his part to fall, that's good, but otherwise you can just break the whole thing.)

He was older then her, and had the typical coloration of a gray wolf. It was silly, but it had always been the first thing she noticed about strangers, being previously judged for her black wolf heritage.
Perhaps she was judged because she bore it proudly; she stood straight, the white spot on her chest ruffling in the sudden wind before going still again.

His words should've bothered her, but she let it go with a laugh. "I've got light feet," she said, as if it were her reasoning, "and many things could be mistaken as ill intent. Sir." He'd told her that he was the beta, so naturally he might be expecting some sort of acknowledgement of that, but the last word was said with an almost-mocking tone.
"Sir?" came Ilila's chuckling voice. Spir restrained a growl. He'd already heard her talking to 'herself,' she couldn't slip up again. She straightened up as she heard several more rocks crumbling to the ground. "So," she said, straining to think under Ilila's watchful presence. "Your pack, you say? What might it's borders be, so I can be aware in the future?"

[Eastern]

Reverend held back his own growl, when he could hear, as well as feel her mockery. "No need to call me sir" He said, but otherwise let it go. He was to tired to care. "The mountains belong to us, that is the extent of my knowledge." He said gruffly, his uncharacteristically bad mood was the result of lack of sleep, and loneliness. "Listen, come back in the morning. We can talk then, at a decent hour."

He turned away from her, causing the rock shelf to crumble even more. Rever stopped and looked down. He moved cautiously forward, and set one paws tenderly down.

There was a resounding crack, and the whole shelf shifted, and sunk an inch. Reverend turned to tell the wolf to run, but entire rock crumbled, cascading down the crags. Reverend struggled for footing, but his paws were on empty air. He crashed into the side, taking with him more rocks that bounced off various places on his body. He howled all the way down, and it ended with an abrupt crack. His terrifying howl echoed off the crags long after he had fallen silent.

[Lanie]

Spir barked out in surprise, trying to jump away. She leapt, the muscles in her legs rippling, but didn't get far enough. She fell, yelping as her hind legs wedged between several chunks of rock.
"Very light on your feet," Ilila's dry voice said for a moment, she could've sworn she saw the ghostly image standing on the ledge above them, but it had faded - or never truly been there - in a moment.
"Shut up!" she snapped out loud, looking around. She glanced aorund, looking for Reverend - she was suddenly worried, although she couldn't figure out why. She'd killed her own packmates before, why was she worried about this stranger?
But worried she was - and she could feel Ilila's disgust for her. But the ever-present female didn't speak, and soon enough Spir could feel that she had left her. She had weakened, for now. She wouldn't rise for...another day, maybe? If she was that lucky.

She scratched at the stones at her paws, pulling away. Her hind legs were screaming with the effort, so she stopped for the moment. "Reverend?" she called, trying to drive every bit of pain and fear out of her voice. It only half-worked.[/size]

[Eastern]

From some where far away Reverend heard a small famine voice. He mind scrambled, well not exactly scrambled, more liked shambled, to remember where his was. Pressure pushed on him from all sides, choking out his last breaths, and smothering his thoughts.

Were am I....? Who am I? Its so dark. I cant breathe. I cant think. Panicked thoughts clouded his mind further, not allowing in semblance of coherent thought. He tried to expand his chest, his lungs. He realized his eyes were scrunched shut. He opened them, and what he saw confused him further.

It looked as if the midnight sky had fallen untop of him. It was a dark suffocating wall, with only small cracks of light emitting here and there. Tentatively he touched his nose to the fallen sky. It felt cool, and smelled earthy. He searched his brain for an explanation. Rock. His mind supplied, though it took him another moment to figure out what rock was.

He tried to stand, but didn't have enough room. Also pain shot everywhere at once, causing him to curl in a ball of pain. Panic blanketed him again. He let out a pitiful whimper, something he would have never done as his fomer self.

Who am I?

[Lanie]

Spir winced, hearing a whimper, and leaned down. Her muscles scrunched up in her legs, and she pulled hard as she began walking forwards. She could feel the rocks grinding against her, but her caught paw came free with a lurch and she went stumbling forwards on three legs. She took deep breaths as the pain faded to a duller ache, and tried lightly setting her foot down.
She cried out and inhaled sharply again as pain wracked her leg and her paw came off the ground.
She focused, bearing past the pain, and limped towards the main mess of rocks that she'd heard the whimpering come from.

She was frightened. She didn't know why - she'd killed her own siblings before, why was she so afraid for this stranger? It was a crisis, she thought. She'd not been in too many crisises (plural of crisis? XD). Fights, yes, but accidents? Not really.
She began poking her nose into several cracks, and soon she met a damp animal scent and the familiar stench of blood. "Reverend," she called, slowly regaining her rational mind.
She thought hard. She couldn't dig him out with a bad paw - judging from the blood dripping down even when her foot wasn't touching the ground, her entire paw had to be torn open. She didn't want to howl for help, but if his pack was anywhere near then the loud howl he'd cried when falling probably would've attracted them.

She considered just leaving. It probably would've been safer. But she'd already been there, and she couldn't get herself to leave. She hesitated, waiting to see if he would answer before she made a decision.

[Eastern]

There was that voice again. He didnt recognize it, just like he didnt recognize anything else.
His mouth formed words, and made sounds, something he didnt understand, but could do. "Who...Who am I? R-Reverend? Is that me?" His mind flashed to pictures of looking up into the faces of wolves, their lips forming to smiles, calling him 'Reverend.' The same wolf. Again his mind supplied the word. Mother
"Yes." he answered his own question. "Where am I?"

He tried to stand again, but fell once more. Blood soaked his pelt, and he had a stabbing pain in his side, and a dull throb in his head. He groaned, able to calm alittle, and get a hold on himself.

[Lanie]

She swallowed hard. Amnesia. She'd been told about it by...
Her sister.
She shivered, a mix between the situation, the cold, and the memories. She hadn't really thought about her past in awhile. It was stress, she figured, and it made her want to simply fall asleep where she sat.
"Yes, your name is Reverend," she said, even though apparently he'd already figured it out. Her brain was going a thousand miles a minute and thinking of nothing to say. "You're...there was a cave-in. You were trapped. Do you remember anything else?"
She hesitated, looking around undecidedly. "Are you hurt? Can you move?" she called, her voice sounding small and echoey in the resounding space.

[Eastern]

The initial shock was fading, and was being replaced by fear, Reverend's breathing quickened. The rocks seemed to press upon him, chocking him further. He screwed his eyes shut, and clenched his jaw. Pain shot through his mind, and felt he suffocated. I need to breathe!! I can’t breathe!!! Air, I need air! His instincts took over, as more pain shot through his mind.

Suddenly a great surge of energy coursed through him, and exploded from his body, pushing the rocks away from him with a great force. They hit the side of the crags with loud thundering noises that echoed into the night. Some flew into the air, but they made a wide arch in the sky and didn’t land any were near the wolves.

The energy he had just used caused Rever to collapse further in on himself. He curled in on himself, bloodied and bruised. He looked like a scared lost puppy that had just gotten the shit beat out of him. There was a gaping wound on his brow, just above his eye. It was two inches long, and deep. His side had been impaled by a sharp rock, still protruding from him. And his tail had been crushed under a rock, it was ragged and bloody, part had been ripped off. It lay limply, and it was hard to believe that it would ever wag, to show happiness again.

Besides those serious injuries, his body was covered with long shallow cuts, and some deep ones. Blood soaked his coat, covering most of his wounds. He felt like he was sinking into the ground his body was so heavy. He couldn’t find the strength to move or even think. He waited for the warmth and blood to finish seeping from his body, so he could die.

[Lanie]

Spir was pushed backwards by some unseen force, and went tumbling and skidding several feet. She rushed back to him, nuzzling his head. She backed up a few steps, and drew in two deliberate breaths. On the second, she exhaled and howled as loud as she ever had. The message was clear: Come. Now. She howled for a good half a minute, and the echo was still ringing when she looked back at the injured wolf.

She returned to Reverend, licking his side. "Hey," she said, hopefully loud enough to pierce through his hazy existence. "Hey! Stay awake, alright? Your pack is coming."
She remembered being hurt before, maybe even as bad as he was now. Bitten, scratched, impaled, beaten. She was born and raised by savages, so she could be considered one. She could hear Ilila snicker at her thoughts, and looking up she could see the ghostly figure standing above them, on part of the ledge that hadn't broken off. "Shut up, please," she mumbled, and Ilila simply raised a pale eyebrow.
She went back to Reverend, continuing to lick his side. There really wasn't much she could do, other then keep him awake. "Stay awake!" she barked. "Don't move, but stay awake."

[lythiumjinn09]

Anjou's ears held the sound of a howl, she ran toward the sound, jumping over rocks, that were making themselves obstacles. "d**n." She cursed, "I'm coming just hold on who ever you are. Just hold on." She barked as she ran.

She came to the sight, rocks every where, she surveyed the area, and then howled, "Call again, Where are you?" she said sniffing the ground.

[Lanie]

Her voice came out angry, the call more of a demand. She didn't realize how bad the situation looked - her, standing over him, covered in his blood, almost uninjured herself. Fear was the only thing driving her - not fear for herself, but fear for him. Well, yes, there was some fear for herself, but it didn't measure out nearly as much. She whined, nudging him incessively. She looked at the shard sticking from his side, worried. She'd seen wounds like that, too, but never in addition to all the other wounds that Reverend had. She realized that she hadn't even told him her name - although, it didn't seem to matter at that point.

She paced in front of him, looking down at him and the blood on both of them, realizing that it would be better to just run. He was probably going to die, anyway. But still...