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Post by Mystic on Oct 12, 2009 19:19:13 GMT -5
Myst's hesitation vanished. All her uncertainty went flying away when he said that one word. For a moment she was stunned again. Her muscles tensed. Fury became a pity of ice in her stomach. It slowly began to grow, spread, until it was fire in her veins. A low growl arose in her throat and grew steadily louder. Ink shied away, yelping in alarm.
"I...am...NOT...your...DAUGHTER!" Mystic lunched at Hemitite. He would not call her that. Whether he'd fathered her or not, he'd would never be able to call her that. Who had been there at the moment of her birth? Starfrost. Who was the first wolf she laid eyes on? Starfrost. Who had taken her on her first patrol? Starfrost. Who had taught her to hunt? Starfrost. Who had been among the first to visit her once she'd had her pups? Starfrost.
Starfrost was now, and forever would be, Mystic's true father.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 12, 2009 19:23:42 GMT -5
Hemitite didn't move. He let her attack him. Actually, he whimpered, cowardly, tucking his tail, drawing back his ears, like she'd attacked him for no reason at all. He covered his face with his paws, schreeching out with that disgusting human tongue. "Heelp!" Truly, he was one smart wolf. But that intellegence meant little if he used it in such a cruel way.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 12, 2009 19:36:51 GMT -5
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Clara yelled desperately. She hit Mystic again, and Myst backed off. Clara reached down and stroked Hemitite. "There, there. Why're they doing this to you?!" She raised the branch at Mystic in a threat.
Mystic sat down, whimpering slightly. Clara had hit her over the head. Not hard enough to render her unconcious, but hard enough so that everything was fuzzy and throbbingly painful. At least her rage at her 'father' had died down. Mystic sank down into a sitting position as red invaded her vision. She began to shake her head, whimpering at her swirling vision.
Clara hesitated. "Did...did I hurt her?" She looked uncertainly at Hemitite.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 12, 2009 19:51:20 GMT -5
"Not enough..." He growled, luckily not in the human tongue, before shaking his head and starting to pad off. Limping, fakely, but to get more sympathy from the stupid two-leg, whimpering as he headed towards his own territory.
Romeo padded over to his mate, whimpering as he gently nuzzled her. "...you okay?"
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Post by Mystic on Oct 12, 2009 19:58:10 GMT -5
"Yeah...just give me a moment." Mystic muttered. She squeezed her eyes shut. The pain was slowly trickling away. Let the stupid human follow Hemitite to her doom. Myst didn't care. So long as Hemitite never came into their territory again, which was highly unlikely, she would be happy.
Ink finally decided to go with his instincts. And his instincts said that wherever Hemitite was going, the land was laden with blood. He tugged on Clara's shirt, whimpering. Why couldn't he speak human? Why couldn't he make her understand?!
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Post by Phantom on Oct 12, 2009 20:20:50 GMT -5
Romeo sighed, licking her head affectionettely, whimpering before gently pushing her towards the dens. When she lay down, she would feel better. Personally, he wouldn't mind watching the human get killed. He'd been raised to think that they were cruel, evel creatures. Heartless. Like those he was raised by.
Hemitite turned back to Ink and sighed, coming over to him. Seeming aggressive at first, he leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Look, it doesn't benefit me to see either you or your petty human dead. So I'm just going to escort her out, okay?" He sounded frankly... irritated. And wary, glancing around to make sure no one saw.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 12, 2009 20:48:42 GMT -5
Mystic shook her head slightly. "I'm fine. I'm fine." She murmured softly to him and licked his cheek. Her vision was slowly clearing again. But she thought she was still too dizzy to make the journey back to the dens. Besides. They had a whole doe that was uneaten! They needed to drag it back to the dens. "Just...give me a moment."
Ink hesistated. He began to follow Hemitite, keeping pace with him. "We just need to go to the corner...Moonstar or something said we could stay, so long as she stayed away from their dens." He paused and thought of the female. "If that female is your puppy, why did she attack you like that? And why would these wolves kill us? And why would she say that you were going to kill us?"
Clara began to follow them, not keeping pace with them as easily. She wasn't used to the wilderness.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 12, 2009 20:53:19 GMT -5
Romeo nodded, instead moving over to the doe and started eating while waiting for her to recover. He knew it might take her a while. And he was admitedly very hungry.
Hemitite sighed and slowed down a little for her, which made him a little more annoyed. "Oh, well, my pack's caused a few misunderstandings with theirs." He dismissed. "And uh... let's just say me and Mysty's mother didn't leave on very good terms." He muttered under his breath something that sounded terrifyingly like "She wasn't supposed to leave at all", but it was inaudible.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 12, 2009 21:06:23 GMT -5
((Lol. Something like this happened to a character in a book I read. But I don't feel like making Mystic go blind. XDD))
Mystic's vision slowly faded to normal, though her head still throbbed and everything was still a bit fuzzy. She turned to Romeo, smiling. She took a few mouthfuls herself so she'd have a bit mor energy. 'Alright...let's get this back to the dens, shall we?"
"But then why does your daughter not like you? Is she a...mama's girl, or something?" Ink asked. How did the relationship between two former mates effect the relationship between the pups? Unless Hemitite had done something horrible to her mother. "Well...she's certainly your pup. Scared me to death and back." He looked at the wound Myst had inflicted on her own father and shuddered. Wolves clearly did things differently here.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 12, 2009 21:17:12 GMT -5
((XDD Then she wouldn't have to see her daddy ever again! XDD And I love Hemmy.))
Hemitite laughed, amused. He didn't really care about the wound. He'd gotten worse from his own alpha. "Well, you see, I don't know how you see things, but here, in her pack, they arrange marriages. This way, they can get the best pups. We do the same in my pack. We learned it from your humans, actually. But see, Myst's mother didn't like her arranged boy at first. So she ran off to the border. I met her there, and we... talked." He grinned, eyes glittering as he deliberately held out a very big peice of information there. "But the point is, we got along pretty well. But then, she had this guy's pups, right? Well, after that, she came back running to me, and frankly, I get pretty jealous and possessive easy." He shrugged, pretty casual over what he'd done. "So she had Mystic and went whining around how I'd done such a horrible thing to her. Personally, I think all those Greenwoods are wimps, they can't take a little pain here and there..."
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Post by Mystic on Oct 12, 2009 21:36:04 GMT -5
Oooh. That explained everything. Pretty clearly. A little too clearly. "So she hates you for what you did to her mother." Ink concluded. He paused to admire the forest. He looked back at Hemitite. "Wimps? I don't see how a feral can be a wimp. I'm a wimp, for sure. But those two?" He shook his head. "But...if they are wimps...what does that make your pup? She's got a bit of you in her, anyways."
I'm...NOT...your...DAUGHTER.
Ink thought about the hatred in her voice. Was she in denial, or something? Or had she simply disowned her father? Ink contemplated this. He'd heard ferals were very social, much more than their domesticated brothers. "Is it usual for wolves to disown their parents? I heard packs were often pretty close. At least with their immediate family."
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Post by Phantom on Oct 12, 2009 21:40:58 GMT -5
He shrugged. "Well, the thing is that we're from two different packs. It's essentially forbidden to be too close to another pack. Especially between ours, since we're at war. And she just doesn't like me, because..." He thought a moment, curious. "Um... well, I don't really know why she does. But it doesn't surprise me anymore - all my family hates me." He just shrugged, casual. More that the Greenwoods didn't see. Hemitite had a brother. He had a mother, and father. His mother and father chased him away when he was a pup. His brother hated him, for reasons neither could remember. And it wasn't like he was really close to anyone else. When one had no emotional connection, they couldn't truly understand how others felt. He only understood the hatred. And had learned to only expect it.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 12, 2009 21:48:41 GMT -5
"Maybe you should try to...ya know...patch things up with her? I mean...she's your only daughter, right?" Ink suggested. The dog clearly didn't understand the whole concept of packs yet. He glanced back to make sure Clara was still following. She was, still slowly, but she was following. "Even if your different packs or whatever are at war, she's your pup. Humans seem to have some agreements when it comes to fighting. You can use this weapon, you can't use this one. You can meet safely here, but not there." Ink stumbled over a tree root and muttered something. This was exactly why he didn't like a tree root. "You should be able to see your pup."
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Post by Phantom on Oct 13, 2009 7:27:25 GMT -5
Hemitite sighed, annoyed. "Okay, let me put this is terms you can understand. It's like when the humans would take two different dogs, and force them to breed. Don't deny it, I've seen it done." He glared over at the dog. Sometimes, they would act oh-so-innocent over their humans. "Then they'll use the father to make more puppies with other females. Father will not ever see puppies from first litter again. That put simple enough for you?" He rolled his eyes, growling. "I do have other things to take care of. I don't want to run around, raising stupid pups when they've already had pups and grand-pups, and great-grand-pups of their own. That's why I didn't actually want them in the first place."
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Post by Mystic on Oct 13, 2009 15:48:40 GMT -5
Ink nodded slowly. He didn't try to justify the human's actions. Some of them did that. Ink had known a male that was used for breeding pups, once. The brute hadn't been a very pleasant individual. "Ok. I sort of get it, now." Hemitite didn't want to have to raise the pups. Dogs didn't really have that problem. Even if the mates stayed together, the females usually made sure rearing the offspring was left to them. But most tried to at least have some sort of relationship with their pups.
"Ink...heel!" Clara leaned against a tree, trying to catch her breath.
Ink stopped automatically and sat.
Clara looked at Hemitite. "How...can you...understand me? And talk to me?"
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