Boredom Stories Thread

[Phantom]

(When one is bored (and waiting for a certain someone to get on xD), writing is fun. :3 This is for anyone who is bored. The person ahead of you supplies the word, and you write a passage based on that word, by any character of your choice (that's yours, obviously). And, to stir things up, the passage is reccomended to be in FIRST PERSON. I'll give this example.)

Character: Romeo
Word: Pain

I felt my body tumble against the bloodstained ground, felt the dirt and infection from outside find my sore wounds. I stumbled quickly to my fore-paws, panting hard, forcing my body to a sit. It should be getting easier, to fight for my meager rank. But it was just getting harder. My thoughts kept straying. I couldn't concentrate anymore. About a year old, and I had the mental capacity of a twelve-year elder. You have to learn fast here.

Where is here? The Blackshadow pack, of course. This place is horrible. I can barely stand it. It didn't know there was anything beyond this before, but then that little girl had to come along and ruin everything. If not for her, I'd be happy now. I might be dead, but I wouldn't be yearning for something I'll never have.

"Get up!" Jasper snarled, fur standing on end and eyes burning. He was the Enforcer. He made sure no one got out of line. And he was testing my strength, to see if I was strong enough to be the bodyguard for the mighty Bleaknight. I didn't even know my alpha. I'd never even seen him. I was born in the lower class ditches, where only whispers of the giant Alpha were spoken. My mother was an Unwanted, and soon after my birth, she and my siblings were killed. The only reason I was spared was because I was the strongest, and my father is a middle-class. If I could become the Alpha's bodyguard, I could become a high-ranker. It would involve a whole lot of blood. But as long as it wasn't mine, I didn't care.

I fully stood, raising my tail like a flag, refusing to give up. My wounds screamed in agony, and I was barely able to keep this up. But slowly, Jasper relaxed completely. A mix of terror and hope filled me, an I looked up at him. He just stood there, watching. If he shook his head, the mass of about fifty wolves on all sides, all middle-class, would rush in and kill me. If he nodded...

I swallowed, and we watched each other for what felt like hours. I could feel the bloodlust from the wolves around me, and knew one of them was my own sire. This was not unusual here. Fathers often killed disappointing pups. He would probably be the first to bite.

Finally, there was an answer.

Jasper nodded.

I kept in my happiness. There was no victory in this. It just meant I'd live another day. I nodded to him in response, and padded forward into the darkness, past the mass of middle-rankers. Thoughts of that pathetically innocent female were gone. Now was time to prove myself. To live another day. One at a time.

[Mystic]

((No word provided...also...sorry I didn't get on soon enough ^^;;)

Character: Juliet
Word: Heartbreak

I wasn't worried for him. At least, that was what I was telling myself. Bone was strong. Bone was capable. So what he wasn't at the dens like always? Maybe he'd gotten stir-crazy and decided to go for a walk. Or something. My mind kept straying to how distant he'd been at sunset when we'd sat and spoke to each other. Bone had been unusually quiet. While the other wolves our age laughed and joked, things he usually did, he just sat there and looked tired. Odd.

"Juliet!" I was called back down to earth by Jag biting my ear. Not hard enough to draw blood, since I was one of the Alpha's kin. But hard enough to call me back to reality. I shot a glare at him, but said nothing other than, "What?"

Jag rolled his eyes. The other wolves in our hunting party were all older than me. But at least they were being patient. I was still rather young and inexperinced. And prone to daydreaming. Jag said, "This lack of prey teaches us a lesson. When there is no living prey, we look to the sky to find live prey." He tilted his head upwards. Through the tree tops I saw hug black birds circling and cawing. They were waiting for something with sharper mouths to open the carcass. I grinned at the thought of food and took the lead. The other wolves fell back and trotted after me. As we grew closer I could not smell blood, but I could smell wolf. Familiar wolf. I raised my ears in surprise. Bone had been through here? Was he hunting? If I'd been more attentive I could see the sudden apprhensive glances the older wolves were exchanging.

I hurried off through the brush and skidded to a stop in the clearing. A carcass was laying in between two trees. Ravens, gore crows, and cultures alike were hopping around it and cawing loudly. They saw us and hopped backwards, hoping we could get our fill and leave enough for them.

Stupid birds.

The creature looked tiny. Deflated almost. I padded closer. Dark gray fur shone briefly in the obliviously cheerful sunlight. It was a wolf. At that moment, everything in the world went silent. The birds that were watching anxiously, the elder wolves whispering behind me, I was deaf to everything. I padded closer still and nosed the carcass. I knew he was dead. But I felt that if I just nudged him or said something, he would open his eyes and tackle me and tease me for waking him up. Like he always did. There was nothing. His dark gray fur was cold, and the body bore the scent of sickness. How had he hidden it from me? How could I not detect that scent?

"Bone..." I murmured. I was nudged away from the carcass. Some part of me said that I should be howling and crying and trying to stay with him. Yet I wasn't. I couldn't move, couldn't feel a thing. It was like I was numb. I watched as they dug a hole and buried Bone in it, much to the scavengers displeasure. We decided to give up on finding food and made the trek back to the dens. I trailed behind everyone else. There was no way I would find the energy or will to lead back. I didn't say a word on the way back. Not even when I was spoken to. Upon arriving I walked right past everyone, shouldering a few aside. I was in no mood to talk.

I walked over to Bone's old den. I poked my head inside, half expecting him to be there despite all I had seen. It still had his scent on it, and once again I was painfully aware of that terrible sickness. With an angry snort and raced back out of camp, shaking my head to clear my nose of the stench! Why had he not told me?! I was alone in the forest, now, and all of my emotions began to overflow. I growled furiously and clawed, repeatedly, at a tree. Stupid, stupid Bone! Why had he told no one he was ill?! Why had I not noticed the scent?! When I clawed through the bark completely I dropped down to all of my paws again and began to pace like I was trapped. The anger began to ebb away and reality began to strike its cruel blows.

Bone was gone.

Bone was dead.

I collapsed on to the ground. The realization seemed to sap all of my energy and turn my muscles into stone. I couldn't move. I could barely breathe! Bone. My precious Bone was lost to me forever. What things we'd planned! Multiple litters! Raising pups together! Growing old together! I set one of my paws over my muzzle so I could hide my eyes from the world. It couldn't be! It just couldn't!

I stayed in that single spot for two days. Never moving. Some part of me prayed that Bone might come out from the brush and call me back to camp, wondering why I had run off. At one point, I thought it was him. I heard the rustle of someone coming towards me. My ears raised and I looked up hopefully.

My father padded towards me instead. "There you are! Where have you been? Everyone has been worried about you! We thought you were dead as well!" His words weren't meant to sting. How could he possibly know? We'd purposefully hidden our relationship. Bone had been such a sweet, shy wolf. He wasn't the type to advertise things.

I could not argue. Not only had loss taken my energy, but so had hunger. My father escorted me back to camp. As he helped me to my den I couldn't help but glance inside Bone's den.

It was empty.

Next word: Love

[Phantom]

Character: Sunstorm
Word: Love

My first hunt was over. As I trotted back into the clearing, dragging the hind hooves of the doe before dropping the body in the middle. My hunting partner, the blue-furred Starfrost, trotted forward, dipping his head to me. "You showed remarkable skill out there." He complimented sweetly. But I could see past his pathetic display.

I thrust my snout in the air and turned away from him, moving away to my mother, who lovingly groomed over my forehead. "Not long now," She purred, amused, sitting back on her aging haunches. "Soon, you and Starfrost will be mates officially. Within the moon, sweet." She smiled as she nuzzled my throat.

I pretended to share her happiness. Sure, Starfrost was sweet, gentle, and affectionette. But he was also two years older than me. Why hadn't he passed his hunting test before this? Nobody would tell me, even though Father, the Alpha, had set me up with him. We were supposed to be mates. We were supposed to have pups by this summer. And winter had just ended. I barely knew him. I was barely a year old.

I had to hold my act until after I broke away and ran for the border. Finally. I could get the border and rant my heart out to the only wolf who would listen.

---

"So you'll be his soon?" That silky, lightly accented tone asked, the grey-green wolf sprawled out on the other side of the border. Hemitite had incredible patience with every word I said, and would always just lay there and ask the occasional question. It was incredibly hard to believe he was a Blackshadow.

"Unfortunetely." I growled, crouched over, ears back, fully annoyed. To be honest, my heart belonged to Hemitite. The young, unique male was all I'd ever wanted as far as romance went. "I almost want to come over the border to you to escape it. I love you far more than I love him."

Hemitite chuckled, getting to his paws with a stretch. "You don't want to come over here, mon amour. Although if I could, I'd be your mate in his place." He grinned over at me, those gorgeous eyes dancing. "Do you think your pack would notice if we...?"

I shook my head, sighing as I stood up as well. "No, they would notice. You look nothing like Starfrost. We couldn't pull off pups without them suspecting something."

"What a shame." He shrugged, turning to head back into his own lands with a flick of his tail. That was usually how he left. He didn't seem to want to push me too much, so always left right after he asked a question. Usually it was about a plan to sneak into my pack or something like that. "I'll meet you here again next month. Try to keep that boy off your case until then, will you?"

---

"But he's different." I whimpered, ears drawn back and body low as I watched Hemitite pace, a snarl on his lips. I figured he would act like this. But I had to tell him. "I.. I really love him."

"Less than a month ago, you wanted nothing more to do with him!" He snapped, voice no longer silky-smooth. Every word was a feirce snarl, intimidating, cold. Scary.

"I was being unrealistic. We're marrying today, Hemitite. No matter what." I tried to explain. In truth, it didn't matter how I felt about Starfrost - we were to be married today anyway. I might as well feel good about it.

Hemitite stopped, and at first, I worried for his heart as he just stood there and watched the ground. Poor Hemitite. We'd always made plans, but it was about time we were more realistic. None of it would ever happen. I could never be with this gorgeous Blackshadow male. We were both gonna have to accept that sooner or later.

But slowly, Hemitite raised his head, and I no longer recognized him. The gleam in his eyes was deadly, intent-driven, cold... like a desperate Blackshadow's.

Before I could comprehend what this may mean, I felt teeth - his teeth - dig into my scruff and shoved me to one side. My back hit the hard, rough bark on an elm nearby and I crumpled to the ground. The next second, I felt his jaws grip my throat and bite down. I heard the crunch, and thought the sound was my own death. Terrified and in pain, I lost consciousness. Which I found later to be the best thing that could've happened in that scenario, second only to someone coming in and helping me. But help never came. No one knew I was out here. No one thought I could be that stupid.

When I woke up, Hemitite was gone. Across the border. I felt the heartache of guilt at betraying him, but also the pain at his reaction. He must have just run off after I blacked out. I wondered what he was doing now. I never knew what he did on the other side of that border. And frankly... I didn't want to know.

As I got up to head back to camp, something felt... different. Off. I couldn't tell what it might be though, so I just shook it off and stumbled back, not really thinking. Now that I look back on that, I was pretty stupid to think that I could just waltz right into camp and no one would notice.

Luckily, Starfrost found me first. He blinked when he first saw me, but didn't hesitate to race over and gently nuzzle me. "Sun, what's wong? You..." He paused, startled back by something. I blinked up at him, confused. After a long moment, he crept closer again and sniffed, more timid. After finding whatever scent he'd been looking for, he drew his ears back and let out a sharp whine. "You..." His gaze was almost... betrayed.

"I what?" I blinked, turning to sniff myself. Maybe it was just that my head hurt too much, I couldn't catch it. Or maybe I was just in denial. "What's wrong?"

"...you're pregnant." He whispered, whimpering softly.

I blinked, trying to take in his words at first. What was he talking about? We weren't even mates yet. And why did he seem so sad about it? Didn't he want pups?

Seeing my confusion, he shook his head, and sat down. "Stop this pathetic acting. I know you've been sneaking off to the Blackshadow border. Maybe I was just stupid not to report your recklessness." His sharpness startled me more. Starfrost was always kind and gentle. "You thought you could spite me, spite the pack, and their arrangement of our marriage, by going off with another male? The pack will notice, Sun. And when they do..."

Whoa now. My mind caught up with what he was insinuating. "Wait. I never did anything. Yeah, I snuck off to see him, and yeah, I loved him a lot more than you. But this last meeting was to break up. He just freaked out and..." I paused, and fear abruptly strangled me. I stared at the ground, trying to take all this in. "...were you kidding? About the... pregnant thing?" Inside, I begged, screamed for him to just laugh and say I fell for it. That it was just a joke to make me see what I was doing wrong. But life lessons are learned at much higher stakes than that.

"I wasn't kidding." He replied, almost coldly. He sighed, turning his gaze downward. He seemed almost tired of fighting. Tired of raising his voice and tired of snapping at me. He glanced up at me, frowning softly. "What do you plan to do?"

"Sneak off and dump 'em somewhere." I whispered, not really thinking. I didn't want to accept what had happened. I didn't want to accept Hemitite's complete betrayal. I could never go to the Blackshadow border again. Not anymore.

Starfrost shook his head. "They'll be mine." He decided softly. He was already set on the idea. It seemed like he'd been thinking on this for a while, which just was an extra blow to how much I already hurt. But damn, did I deserve it. "I'll just say they're mine. No one in this pack knew what my father looked like anyway. I can just pretend that whatever they look like was inherited from him."

I couldn't believe how accepting he was being. After what I'd gone and done? I shook my head. "This isn't your problem. I need to face the punishment for..."

Before I finished, he pushed his muzzle against my throat, soft and gentle. I rested against him, emotionally tired. His voice came in my ear, soft and gentle. "I love you, Sunstorm. And I will do anything for you, adwhatever pups you bear. Even if they're not mine." He smiled, leaning back to lock his beautiful midnight gaze on mine. "Because that's what love is."

Next word: Hope