stand up, speak up ; open.

[ROSARY ™]

r o s a r y
^{DEFY THE TYRANTS, DON'T BE SILENT.}

Rosary was dreaming. She knew it by the ominous shadow being thrown across the ground by her father, the giant bear of a wolf standing a few lengths away. He was a huge brute of a creature, giant muscles bulging from his long, powerful legs. His eyes were sharp, glittering with a cruelty that chilled her to the bone, his black fur gleaming in the sunlight, white feathers erect. His voice was strong and clear as he announced these words.

"Rosary, child, you know the custom!"

Yes, she knew such custom quite well. A shiver ran down her spine, making her small body tremble in dreadful anticipation. She was only a year and a half old, naive, but not so much that she was ignorant to her father's wild laws and customs. Being the Alpha of his pack, her being his daughter, he could make her do whatever he wished, and she could not protest. The oppression was overwhelming. She stared up into her father's fathomless eyes, saw what he saw, and began to tremble even more violently than before, so much so, that a few of her black, crimson tinged feathers danced to the ground.

Oh, dear child, what are you frightened for?" Her father's voice was softer now as he dipped his head forward, his muzzle in her face. Oh, how she wanted to snap at that tyrannous mug of his, but she knew if she did, it would be a rather horrible death wish.

"I-I-I'm not, m'lord." She stammered softly, keeping her eyes down in respect.

Her father snorted, obviously not content with this answer. She shut her eyes tight, expecting to be struck by his yellow teeth, but the pain never came. She dared to open one eye and saw that he swung his body away from her, to the male wolf that stood at his side.

"Vlakk, my Rosary is so beautiful, don't you agree?" Her father asked him, a mocking tone in his voice.

Vlakk glanced at her, a glance that made her stomach churn, then turned back to her father with a malicious smirk.

"Oh, yes, m'lord. So beautiful. Some wolf that heavenly shouldn't be so, for they might make the other she-wolves feel badly about themselves."

Rosary's blood ran cold and she shivered even more. Her ears drew back upon her skull, her tail drawing between her legs. The dreaming Rosary whined and yelped at this vision of hers. She knew what was coming next. Sadly, the Rosary in this vicious nightmare, did not.

"You're quite right, Vlakk. Quite right. We will have to fix that, won't we?" Her father replied, setting his sights on his only daughter with an expression so terrifying, Rosary swore she would die from fright. The forest in which they stood, the pine trees rising above them like spires, so thick that sunlight was barely able to shine through, started to spin before Rosary's eyes. She began to feel sick to the stomach, she felt so, so cold. The last thing that she saw before her world faded to black was her father's and Vlakk's jaws hunting for her, poised to destroy her beautiful countenance.



Rosary's eyes snapped open. Her lungs were heaving as she tried to suck in as much air as possible. Her head felt hot and heavy, her fur much too thick. She arose shakily from her paws and frantically swung her head around, still in shock from her horrible nightmare.

"N-no, no. Not real." She kept muttering to herself. "Not real, not real."

Her ears were pinned to her skull, her frail body shaking as she paced back and forth, ignoring the gray skies and the thunder booming in the distance. As she did this, a few of her feathers fluttered away in the wind, limp and lifeless. The mountains before her, the same ones that she thought were so beautiful before her nightmare, terrified her now, made her whine and whimper.

"Not real, not real." Her eyes flickered to a noise from a few feet away. A she-wolf, about one year her junior, obviously a vagabond, bolted past her, a strange, terrified look in her eyes.

How lovely. Her madness had driven yet another off.

"Mad, I'm m-m-mad." Rosary stuttered, a small, nervous twitter of laughter emitting from her thin maw. Her eyes then flickered to the little pool of water that formed from the rain shower a few hours ago. She bent her head down and lapped up the cool liquid, letting it slither down her parched throat. This also helped cool her crazed, haunted mind, but those feelings returned when she allowed herself to look at her distorted reflection in the pool.

She saw her scarred muzzle, her wide, horrified eyes, a few of her feathers floating away in the wind that was beginning to pick up. She dipped her head down lower and noticed yet another sky on the top of her skull, thin and dry. Every scar she noticed rattled her very soul.

"L-LEAVE ME ALONE!" She yelped suddenly, splashing away her reflection with her paws, scurrying backwards, tripping up on a small rock. When this ordeal was over, she collapsed, her delicate head on her paws, her eyes staring up at the mountains before her.

"What is wrong with me, dear mountains? Why must I be so haunted?" Her voice was a small, woeful whisper that got lost in the rolling thunder...

[r i s k]

Silver fur bounced up and down as a pretty little lithe figure bounded up and around the base of the mountain. A cool wisp of the wind caught her off guard. She blinked and let it swerve though strands of fur. That was the nice part about being around mountains, they were calm and sweet and they just relaxed every little strand of your body. She closed her eyes, her bright blue and green eyes, and shut them she started to walk around silently, taking in the peace; she had concurred the mountain already so she wouldn’t do that again. She would just walk around, and then the noise cut her silence. She didn’t like it, she stumbled down over her feet and then hit her maw over her rocks, ouch that was going to be a small cut. But not much blood, just a bruise. But bruises weren’t too bad, compared to other things.

The echoes of screams echoed around the mountains. Eyes shut, ears swivelled around to meet the sound. Ugh. What a nuisance, the echoes were annoying but you could hear them form quite far away. But then again, what was happening, it would be nice to see what was going on, how cute. A little bearer of bad news, see what they say about her showing up. That would be funny; she would walk up, look and just roll her eyes, then walk away. Nah, that was too mean, she couldn’t do that. Then again, her ears rang with the shriek of that horrid sound, the sound cut through her ears. It cracked and squeaked in her ears, her eyes twitched along with her left side. She would have to go see what was making the noise, she just wanted to get it to stop, maybe she would get an explanation, but the good thing was that she wouldn’t have to worry, she would just walk up and see the wolf ask it to stop so she could just roll her eyes at the problem, or maybe there was something wrong. She was cold, but she still had compassion, she couldn’t get rid of it, she would always care for everything and everyone. But she could be a murder.

She loved her cheeky and silly ways. She could use them to her advantage, she could always fool around with a boy, but she was pretty sad she hadn’t seen many in a while, that was depressing. But that didn’t matter, she would have to ascend this mountain again, how joyful. She rolled her eyes, another sound spazed though her ear, ugh just stop. This was getting old, but as she got closer, she could hear it more clearly; she would just have to make it there and just plainly confront the it. But she could tell by now that it was a girl, a femme. She wondered what she looked like, she’d met a timber wolf not long ago, and that wolf was sweet and pretty, pure white fur glowing almost, oh she wished to look like that. Most of the time she felt very ugly, she wasn’t very pretty, she had old silver fur with just that hint of purple, she didn’t look nice, her purple feathers were what ever. She had disproportioned eyes, they just didn’t match her, and that sucked.

A breeze of wind whoshed though her fur and she let it coat her whole body, she nearly reached the top. Great, what would she say to this femme? Something simple, nothing to complex and she wasn’t looking forward to a fight so she would keep it low, she would maybe even stop to chat, maybe some others would come over and see them, maybe even now there were other wolves coming to see what the noise was, lovely, a gathering of wolves, she could tell it was a female, but she couldn’t tell what type; timber or archangel. She inhaled more deeply, she collected the scents. ARCHANGEL. Finally, she hadn’t seen one ‘round in a while, that would be nice, one that was more like her.

She loved her kind, but she found them a little odd at times, she lit up her eyes. No, she had a flash of something that her friend had said to her once. We are the beauty, we are love, not respected, we are disliked because we are unique and beautiful… She saddened a little, her friend was long gone, and she was very sad, she missed her friend. She kind of did, well considering what had happened.

She reached the top of the mountain, well it wasn’t the top, and it was close to. She looked at her paws and then patted at the ground her eyes scanning over the femme. Wow. She looked away and then wow. That was all she could think of. She looked at her, her eyes couldn’t look away, she wanted to but it was hard to resist. She couldn’t think of a word to describe what this was. She wondered how she would have looked like, she was probably once like her, but more beautiful. Now she felt bad about what she had thought about and how she said she wasn’t pretty is was hard to say this girl wasn’t pretty because she was most likely pretty at one point, but was… not now. Then she narrowed in on something, there, she must have drunk some water because there was water droplets hung off of her, she cringed. She didn’t like the water, she hated it, she would hydrate herself, but then again she hated its water-ness. She didn’t like it, just didn’t at all. It was all soggy it made you wet, gross and unliked. She would just ignore it, maybe it would evaporate after a while. Please say it.

She looked angry, maybe this was a bad idea, and she probably shouldn’t have come up here, she was probably going to have an ear tore off. Something she would have to deal with because of her compassion. She was going to regret it.

[ROSARY ™]

r o s a r y
^{THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY STARTED}

Minuscule blips of her nightmare began to flash in Rosary's mind, making her eyes shut tight as she lay upon the ground under a lone oak tree. Her father, Vlakk, their claws tearing at her muzzle, her ears, her throat, her stomach. All of it came back to her in little millisecond flashes. Even their snarls were audible to her ears. Her paws twitched and her body convulsed as these malicious memories flitted back to her, replaying over and over making her cry out in the pain of the memories. As she lay there, she could feel their teeth, their claws, all the pain they inflicted upon her...That was when she opened her eyes, her breathing heavy again. When her eyelids lifted, she expected to see her father and Vlakk, their teeth and claws stained with her blood, but much to her relief, they were not.

"Maybe I shall never shut my eyes again, then maybe you will not return to me, father." She whispered quietly to herself, ears twitching as the thunder groaned across the mountains. Her jaw clenched as a bolt of lightning forked across the darkening sky, thunder roaring soon after. A storm was coming, and coming very quickly. To some, this might be a sign to seek cover, but to Rosary, storms offered her comfort. The violence of nature fascinated and terrified her all the same. Thunder reminded her of her father's voice, and lightning reminded her of his teeth, made him image appear everywhere she looked, but at the same time, she loved storms as a force of nature. It made her think that perhaps there was something out there more powerful than her terrible father.

Just then, a torrent of rain swept across the mountains, sudden and brash, soaking her fur and feathers, making them droop even more, some of them just falling off. Rosary took in a few deep breaths and looked towards the mountains again, spotting a small figure atop of one. Rosary cringed down, her eyes averting to the soggy mud and grass. She had no clue who this wolf was, for the rain was diluting its scent. As more lighting forked across the sky, illuminating the landscape for a split second, Rosary scrambled backward, a howl of terror escaping her maw. Vlakk. Or, even worse, her father.

"N-no!" Her breathing became frantic, her pale crimson eyes wide. The rain poured even harder now, blinding her. "NO!"

Her father and his horrid, malevolent face, his snarling maw flashed in her mind.

"G-GO AWAY!" Yelled Rosary, as loud as her whispery voice could. The rain blotted out her words, as did the thunder.

More lightning, and the unknown wolf flashed before her eyes again, making her even more terrified. Now fully soaked, Rosary found it hard to keep her footing on the ground. Nevertheless, she kept walking backward, her paws slipping in the grass and mud. The thunder boomed even louder than it had before, making her jump, making her close her eyes, something she vowed to never do again. When she did, the sounds of the storm drifted away, and Vlakk entered her mind.

"Now, Rosary, dear. Do not be afraid of me, I would never hurt you." He said to her, once he cornered her alone, in a patch of forest. The Rosary in her hallucination whimpered, still bleeding from the wounds he had just inflicted upon her. "Please, dearest. Don't stray away from me," Vlakk begged her, that same mocking edge sharpening his words. Rosary cowered in her corner, whimpering very softly.

"Rosary, you're hurting me." As Vlakk said this, a slow, cruel smile spread upon him maw.

And then, Vlakk vanished.

Rosary opened her eyes again, just now noticing that the rain had subsided (for now.) The clouds above were still all stacked up and black, and thunder still grumbled from faraway places, but at least the rain stopped. Now, she had a clear view of the wolf. A she wolf.

"O-oh. M-m'lady, I-I'm so s-sorry." Rosary whispered quietly, suddenly feeling very ashamed of herself. Her head dropped, as did her eyes. She felt very heavy, her whole pelt soaked. She suddenly felt very small, very vulnerable.

"You should leave me, m'lady. I am no good, I'm afraid. You see, I'm crazy, and most wolves don't like a mad one, like me, and well," she rambled, her voice soft, her words quick and apologetic. "I beg your forgiveness, m'lady. I'm babbling on about nothing," Rosary laughed nervously, a twinkle of a laugh that sounded like wind chimes. "You see? I am mad."

Rosary shrank back and let her head hang, full of shame. This was the Rosary that most saw, the submissive, strange Rosary. Few saw her darker side, the side that often had a hold of her. This she-wolf had better not scare her like that anymore, because she would be seeing Rosary's darkness quickly enough...

ooc: xD lets just say risk and rosary are right next to each other.

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[r i s k]

Risk was standing upon a ledge of the mountain, her silver purple fur hanging down up on her body limply, her eyes – still pale as always – bared down on the female that was in front of her. Thunder was rolling in, and the down pour had started her fur was drenched. She hated water, and now she was flooded in it. She narrowed her eyes, if this dog in front of her paws was not yelping random things into the air she would not be up here and getting all wet. She twitched a little and bared her teeth, it was not directed at the wolf, but that wolf probably though it was directed towards her, but she hated rain and it just made her mad. She looked up at the sky, her eyes in narrow slits and her ears pinned to her head. Do you hate me that much? She cursed to the rain, the clouds and what ever else was making the rain so hard. She hated it and she hoped it would subside in a little bit. Hopefully.

She stood in front of the wolf her cold eyes burning into its fur, what was this wolf grovelling about? It looked almost pitiful, but then it stopped. Just stopped and the words rolled out of her mouth, and Risk turned her head, a tilt in what this wolf was talking about. Her yelps were confusing, was she asleep? Was she even alive, was she delusional? The words echoed in her ears and they were loud, no wonder she could hear them, the screams were pounding into her ears. Go away. Okay this was odd, telling me to go away, wow this wolf was so out there; she was so hard to understand. She was even more complex then Risk was herself. She was a random strange but completely crazy, she would maybe be good friends with this wolf, they would understand her. It would be quite a nice friend.

No, why did I let this happen, I couldn’t have done this, it would have been so much better with you here. I should have never let her persuade me into this, why did I have to kill you, why did you have to kill him, why did you have to treat her this way, why were you so, you? Saima, you would make this so much easier, you would just replace her, you would make everything better, just come back. She found her self praying for Saima more and more everyday. She wished that she was back with her, she was sad without here. She hated not being with out one of them they almost seemed to complete her, and now she was uncompleted. Saima, you complete me, I need you here as my daughter I can’t stand you to be away from me, you just can’t disappear, you must be safe, you have to be, nothing will ever happen to you, as long as I live, I promises. She felt her thought start to choke up and her eyes just run dry, she would never cry it was almost impossible, she would just choke up and feel a pain in her thought.

Calming herself down she looked down at the wolf, the wolf was now just looking at her, but then she saw and heard what she was saying, she tilted her head. "O-oh. M-m'lady, I-I'm so s-sorry." Oh gosh, this thing wasn’t even talking to her, she was dreaming or talking in her sleep, she just ran up here for a sleep walker. Risk rolled her eyes, and then just looked away. The rain still pouring down over her ears, she felt it now start to calm, it was now only a trickling rain drops that fell over her head, she shook her coat thou holy, and looked at the wolf, she eyes blinked slowly and she parted her jaws wincing only a little to speak words about to roll off her tongue she was cut off. "You should leave me, m'lady. I am no good, I'm afraid. You see, I'm crazy, and most wolves don't like a mad one, like me, and well," Risk looked at the wolf, maybe they would be a good pair, this wolf was crazy and well Risk was sort of crazy as well. But she wasn’t going to leave this looked quite fun, she loved fun and what would be better than a little crazy in your life, and she wanted a friend and maybe this femme would be nice enough to give her a chance, she wasn’t going to kill this friendship, literally.

More words stuttered out of her mouth and she just decided to wait until she was finished. "I beg your forgiveness, m'lady. I'm babbling on about nothing," She kept begging for forgiveness, oh gosh, would she stop? Wait, she probably wouldn’t. She was going on about nothing it was just boring, ugh; she needed to shut this wolf up. Rolling her eyes, she rasped her tongue around her maw, she wasn’t going to get any water anywhere else on her, and she was already dripping wet. "You see? I am mad." Well, she would join on in because she was mad as well. Shutting her eyes she listened, there were no words out of the maw. Yes, she was done. She parted her jaws; another sharp pain cut though her maw. Hi, doesn’t matter, I’m mad too. I’ll get used to it. She said with a smile. I’m Risk, you are? She said.

She wondered if she would become friends with this wolf, she really needed to find out her name, her eyes glistened and the rain was still lightly falling, she liked that part, she would hope it would stop soon. She shook her fur off trying to get rid of it all once again, but as soon as she did it would get even more wet, so she would deal with it just today.

[{.Beraliv.}]

Ah, the rain...

Beraliv looked up and let the little droplets of water hit him. It was light, yet he found it somewhat heavy on him. Maybe thats because he remained unblinking as he stared up at the sky. The water hit his eyes one last time and he finally closed his eyes with a tinge of anger. He kept his eyes scrunched together until the slight pain susided and he opened his eyes once more. "Who knew the rain could be so mean," Beraliv frowned and opened his mouth, once more turning his head up but with his eyes closed this time. "Thats better," He said with a smile and began to walk a bit, letting the earth beneath his paws have some shelter from the rain before he let the other leg come forward. Words hit his ears softly and his smile grew to a crazy degree. More friends!

His pace quickened and Beraliv seemed to exagerate each step. Each time he stepped to the right, his ears would flop in that direction along with his feathers and there was a jump in each step. Oh, I just love to make friends, he thought to himself with a trill in his imaginary voice. When he came into view of the two, his head came up in a jolt of excitment. They seemed to have just introduced themselves, making it an ideal time to make an entrance. Yet, he noticed they were both females... a quick frown appeared and left quickly. Beraliv was dense in many areas but was strongest with females. So confusing... yet, they were sometimes fun. Before he even did walk over to them; well, he'd probably sprint if it were'nt for the slippery ground he observed them from afar. One looked like she had been in some serious accidents with a lovely coat of black and crimson. The other had a silvery look to her; equally pretty compared to the other. Of course, since Beraliv was... Beraliv, he had no clue what pretty was and what pretty was'nt so he just assumed they were normal wolves.

Once he was done evaluating the two, he did the exagerated walk and came up to them with a blazing smile amidst all the rain. "HEY!" Beraliv called when he was a few meters away, his head bobbing up in down in greeting. "HEY!" He yelled again, this time with a furious tail wag. Beraliv was pelted with an abrupt shot of rain and staggered to the left with a silly smirk upon him. He was officially saturated; wet from head to two. Although he was soaked, he still came up to them with all the signs of happiness. His tail was wagging, feathers were calm upon his back, smile splayed brightly on his face, ears cocked forward in curiousity, and eyes playing around like a fire. Yes, there were some things that just defined a wolf's personality so well that they need to be shared... and so, Beraliv greeted the two female wolves.

"I'm Beraliv! Hi," Beraliv said kindly and a bit too loudly. "We sorta look the same, huh? I mean, I'm all brown and white think, your a deep and beautiful night time color," Beraliv complimented the black wolf, indicating with his muzzle to whom he spoke of. "And you look like the moon! You know, the moon comes out at night time so you guys must be friends, huh?" Beraliv mused with a proud tone. His hypothesis of the two was surely right, they sure looked like they were friends from the way the silver one was looking. The black one did look a bit timid... or another emotion like so. Well, he'd have to figure these two out some time sooner or later!

[ROSARY ™]

r o s a r y
how could i have burned paradise?

Rosary felt completely and utterly exposed. She felt so public, it made her stomach churn. She wasn't used to this, all of this contact with others. Usually, when she had an unfortunate meeting with other wolves, they either left her alone, or taunted her...Those taunting wolves usually had their tongues ripped from their maws soon after, but Rosary decided that this female didn't need to know that. Instead, her pale crimson eyes watched the she-wolf very carefully for any signs of danger. The she wolf just rolled her eyes at Rosary's ramblings and looked quite exasperated at her explanation. Rosary felt her head tilt to the side in slight confusion. Why wasn't this stranger listening to her? She was crazy, mad. It seemed as if the other she-wolf didn't even care about that. This confused the poor Rosary, for she didn't understand this kindness. Imagine her shock when the she-wolf stated her name. Hi, doesn’t matter, I’m mad too. I’ll get used to it. Rosary found a small, whispery giggle escape her maw. Oh, she had no idea what mad was, did she?

I’m Risk, you are? Rosary straightened up a little at the she-wolf, Risk's, name. Her ears lifted from her skull, her posture not so cowered. Slowly, Rosary was feeling like her old self again...almost. She closed her eyes for a moment, and it was as if another world swallowed her up. This world had no trees, no grass, no sky. It was only black, completely unnatural. Rosary found her pulse quickening as the face of Vlakk flashed in the darkness, his metallic teeth bared at her, a low snarl building in his throat. The she-wolf let out a tiny yelp before quickly opening her eyes, the darkness disappearing, the natural world of the living surrounding her. She glanced down, feeling the mossy rock beneath her paws, looked up and saw the blackened sky, took in a breath and scented the cool rain and the she-wolf...and someone else. But, that didn't matter at the moment. Rosary had to reply to the she-wolf before she came to her senses and left her alone.

"Oh, uhm. Rosary, m'lady." She bowed a little to Risk, then straightened up, being sure to keep her eyes low. "Pleased to meet you." That wasn't necessarily a lie...Rosary hadn't been in contact with other wolves for so she was getting a little desperate for some company to keep her distracted from those horrid nightmares. And yet, Rosary enjoyed her loneliness, flourished in it. It was completely against nature, seeing as wolves were supposed to be social creatures, but Rosary was something completely unnatural. Feeling very heavy with rainwater, she dipped her head to Risk and turned away, giving her frail frame a good shake. When she did, not only water sprayed against the rocks, as did a few of her feathers, getting caught in the wind.

Rosary frowned a little as they flitted away in the breeze, as if they were dancing. She had been losing way too many of her feathers lately. Just as Rosary went to swing her body around, she spotted a figure running toward them. In that instant, Rosary began to panic. Two wolves?! How in the world would she deal with such a thing? Her heart hammered in her chest and her breathing became very swift and shallow. She crouched down, her ears upon her skull. "R-rosary," She stammered quietly to herself. "C-calm." The world calm became her mantra right then. She repeated it over and over and over and over. It took her a few moments to gather up the courage to turn back around. When she did finally manage to regain her posture and lift her ears, she was shocked to see a male, an archangel like herself.

The male wolf began talking very fast in all sorts of friendly sounding tones. A male. Why did it have to be a male? Rosary felt herself begin to panic even more that usual. Males had caused her so much pain, so much horrible pain. I'm Beraliv! The wolf exclaimed excitedly, then much to her horror, set his sights on her. Rosary cowered ever so slightly under his gaze, watching him very carefully. She half expected to feel his teeth on her throat...but, she was extremely surprised to hear his next sentence. "We sorta look the same, huh? I mean, I'm all brown and white think, your a deep and beautiful night time color," Beautiful. At the word, her pulse began to slow down, as did her heart. What a terrible lie that was...But as she stared at the male, completely dumbfounded, she almost thought he was serious.

Beautiful, what a strange, strange word.

It took Rosary a moment, but she managed a very shaky bow to the male and a few quiet, soft words.

"R-r-rosary, m'lord." She forced him a timid smile, her eyes betraying her old fear of him. "My n-n-name, it is Rosary..."

When those final words exited her maw, Rosary felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders. She spoke to a male. Something she hadn't done in two years...What progress!

[r i s k]

Risk’s compassion just kept burning, she felt in a giving mood, and she hoped that she would be able to get out of here without losing an ear. "Oh, uhm. Rosary, m'lady." She’d answered her question that was a surprise, Rosary, pretty name for a once beautiful female. That was strange, Rosary was an older name, she never really heard it around that much anymore, and it was old. But it is a very pretty name, but then again it was beautiful when she was younger. Rosary herself must have been beautiful she must have been beautiful at one point in time; she had to be, because right now, she didn’t look like it. But she needs a friend, and I can be that friend. She really felt bad, and she wanted to do something to help the girl. She, like Risk was beautiful and anyone could see that was possible, but you have to look under and just not stare at the surface. Risk liked that about herself, she was very compassionate, she loved to think of the best, but she would never want to say it out loud.

"Pleased to meet you." That was nice, this female was a kind female, and she liked that. She would answer this femme, now. She wouldn’t let her interrupt her again. As am I. It didn’t really make sense, but that was fine, when did she ever make sense, not even to herself. She would always confuse herself to a bizarre pulp. Anyways, what ever with that.

She caught a couple words that she mutter, and then realized, it wasn’t very hard. She must have been traumatized by a male when she was younger, and this wasn’t good because there was an approaching one coming there way. She sort of froze, she felt like protecting this female, even though she was much smaller than her, so it wouldn’t do much harm. Risk whipped around and immediately her feathers rose up, not a single feather falling out of place. She tiled her head as the male bounded up, he seemed so happy.

The male bounded up to them, but she didn’t let her feather drop and she answered his question, he seemed to be calm and very, very happy. I’m Risk, hi. She let her feathers fall, but you could still see them, she widened her pale eyes and just looked at him. They weren’t friends, so she replied. No…

[{.Beraliv.}]

She seemed a bit suprised by him and his fast words. Beraliv blinked and smiled wider; nervous wolves always were weird but this one seemed so timid that she could collapse right there! A small giggle escaped him and he stepped back in respect of Rosary's space. Then she started talk strangely, as if she had never spoken before. He cocked his head in a comical display of curiousity and leaned closer, his snout very close to hers. "What's a 'm'lord'?" Beraliv asked, leaning back; remembering in the nick of time wolves did'nt like being licked all of a sudden. When Beraliv recalled her name, he still smiled but he still stood stock still. "Rosary?" He whispered, his smile slowly fading. "Did you just say 'Rosary?'" he asked again, his voice climbing again and his eyes practically blazing with anger.

That name... it made him so angry and terrified that a mad smile crossed his face. "Rosary..." He whispered again, his teeth baring slightly. Then, like the snap of a finger his smile softened and he said a bit too calmly,"Thats a lovely name," And then he sat down, his eyes still burning yet not with anger, but sadness. "My dear Rosary..." He whispered; the only thing he could do was whisper at that moment. Rosary had and would always be his beloved sister whom died by his own jaws. The name was common a few years back and his only sister was named it in commemerance to his mother, also named Rosary. Beraliv remembered the day he had murdered her, his laugh was so heartless it made him snarl at himself present time. Beraliv's true self had shown itself on that unfortunate day; he had forgotten that he was casted out from his family and went to see his sister whom was very young. That was when it happened...

Risk. Beraliv always had to take a risk. "That's a nice name too," He said blankly, his voice in a far off land. "My Rosary was so beautiful," He said with a small smile, remembering her ivory pelt with a chubby little face and hiccups that even for their smallness, made him smile right then and there. If he were human, he'd probably of wrapped his hands around his waist and rocked back and forth with tears spilling from his eyes yet he was not human; he was an archangel. His head whipped to the darker Rosary and his smile bloomed,"You look sorta like her, once I think about it!" He said, his eyes twinkling in hope. "My sister had the loveliest of fur, lighter than yours but still nice and soft looking. Her eyes were big like yours too! Maybe your my sister in a different body?" Beraliv exclaimed with suprise. Maybe this female was his sister... she did have the same bosy as hers, well not as bad as his sisters but close enough to what she looked like after his dreadful murder.

Then, he averted his attention from his supposed sister to Risk, the lighter, silvery wolf. "The moon was a pretty thing much like yourself, I would watch it with Rosary just before that day," He said with a huff, trying with a strain on his thoughts that night before where they sat beside each other and watched the moon in the sky with all the mini-moons dotted arounf it. Look at them, my darling Rosa Beraliv would say and then nudge her shoulder... that was as far as he could go on clearness, the rest was fuzzy.

[ROSARY ™]

r o s a r y
hello, i'm your mind, giving you someone to talk to.

Rosary's stomach began churning with nervousness as the male kept talking, kept up with his cheery attitude. All her feelings of accomplishment vanished right then, turning into suspicion. He was a male. He was not to be trusted. She knew that very well. Her heart hammered in her chest even more as Beraliv shoved his muzzle into hers,his head tilting in curiosity. At this gesture, she scrambled backward, ears back, a low growl forming in her chest. The she-wolf glanced to Risk, her big eyes wide with terror. Get away! She whimpered in her mind, and even though she didn't say it, her body language portrayed it very clearly. She watched Beraliv more carefully than she ever watched anyone before, her ears twitching, as was her tail. She half expected some other quick remarks from him, but to her surprise, his cheery facade faded away as she mentioned her name.

He repeated her name in a very low whisper, making her straighten up a little. Calm, calm, calm. Her ears lifted just a little, her heart slowing down. He seemed almost...sad to hear of her name. "Did you just say Rosary?" He asked her again. She could feel the sadness radiate from him in thick waves. "Y-yes, m'lord. I-I'm sorry..." She apologized quickly, her eyes glancing to Risk, then to the ground. How ashamed she felt, bringing sadness upon the wolf. SHe dared lift he gaze to look into his, and the anger he saw there made her yelp suddenly, jumping back, her legs beginning to tremble. "G-get away!" Rosary whined, shrinking back, trying to make herself as small as possible.

She squeezed her eyelids shut, pictures of her father coming into view, making her breathing extremely shallow, her head feeling light. "Please, g-go away. Leave me alone!" She tried again, her tail between her legs, her body hovering very low to the ground. Thunder suddenly clapped in the distance, making her whole body jump and quake with fear. She opened her eyes once more, expecting his teeth to still be bared, but they were not. His voice was very soft as he spoke to her, very crestfallen. "That's a lovely name..." Rosary remained silent, trying to keep her senses under control. This male confused her, scared her. Was he trying to manipulate her? Her gaze widened a little as he spoke of another Rosary. "My Rosary was so beautiful." There was that word again, the word that made the anger boil in her blood.

Just then, Beraliv seemed to snap out of his saddened trance to smile at her, beginning to ramble on about how she looked like the other Rosary. She frowned at this, her head tilting to the side. He said something about siblings. She had no siblings, for her father managed to kill them all, all except her, because Mother had hid her in a thick of brambles when she was just a pup. In fact, that's where a few of her scars came from, the thorns of the brambles tearing at her fur. Rosary winced at the memory, before straightening up, a bout of rage fueling her sudden courage.

"NO, m'lord. I-I am NO sibling of yours, Never say that again, please. I-I am not." There was a sharp edge in Rosary's whispered words, a dark edge. Her ears lifted and her fur began to rise in fury. "Forgive me for saying this, but are you trying to toy with me, take advantage of me?!" The volume of her voice was rising. "I'll have you know that I am not as weak as you may suspect, n-now, please. I-I will not stand for it. I-I am NOT a sister of yours, and I am not some horribly disfigured thing you can l-lie to!" Rosary's voice was a loud snarl, still dark and feminine in tone. She rose even further, shoving her muzzle at his. "Unless you want your tongue ripped out, I beg you to stop lying to me!" She narrowed her eyes at him, her voice becoming very low with a hidden rage that hadn't been let out in a very, very long time.

As she spoke those words, lighting forked across the gray skies, lighting the landscape up for a few split seconds, making her anger spike. "Good day to you, m'lord." She snarled, then swung her frail body around, disgusted by the sight of him.

[{.Beraliv.}]

Why was she apologizing? She had'nt done a thing wrong, never could his sister do a thing wrong in her whole entire life. Beraliv looked at Risk, his eyes pleading for an explanation. What was happening to her? Now she was telling him to go away... oh, that made Beraliv's eyes widen and probably the most sadening thing to be heard; a whimper, a simple whimper. It may not seem like a sad sound yet to Beraliv, it was. he had wanted his sister back so badly but now she was telling him to go away? It made him both angry and utterly depressed. She began to speak again and he looked up with hope, his tall ears reaching their highest and a smile coming across his face. Yet, what he heard made that smile dissapear and his head droop once more... "But your name," He mumbled in a small tone, not liking the eyes she bore into his being so, so... different from before. Then came the second onslaught of almost physically painful words.

"N-no!" He yelped, rushing toward her but in an almost quiet and meek way,"Why would I ever want to take advan-" His eyes widened and he began to remember once more his sister when she had come to him. It had been a very lovely night, no clouds in sight. They could only meet at night for they had to be discreet about their rendezvous. Beraliv had taken advantage of Rosary the pup, he did lure her into his maw. Everything he did that night took advantage of Rosary until the very end where she looked up with him with an angelic smile which soon tunred to a shriek of terror as he maimed her. Beraliv cried out in the present time and closed his eyes very roughly; trying to rid himself of the image. He looked at the dark Rosary with both pleading and moistened eyes,"I'm sorry, Rosary! I never meant to hurt you... it-it just came over me and I dont know anymore, I just dont," Beraliv whispered the ending sentence, his eyes cast down in complete terror and pain from the ordeal.

She could'nt be leaving; she just could'nt! Beraliv shot upwards and came to her, looking back at Risk with those same pleading eyes. "Dont leave me again Rosary, I beg you; never, ever will I hurt you again," He pleaded, his eyes wild with the thought of his sister leaving him again. "That night was a mistake!" He tried again; trying desperatly to apologize to his sister,"I'll always love you no matter what, mom and dad are'nt here anymore; we can be together without having to hide," Beraliv panted with a curt nod, his eyes calming a bit. The rain still had not ceased and it pore down like tears upon their body's. "please don't leave me, Rosary..." He whispered.

[r i s k]

Risk lingered around, her eyes just shutting. She smiled and licked a tongue around her maw. She wasn’t really in this conversation nor did she think she wanted to. She just looked up at the two wolves, back and down her eyes scanning over the other two. Maybe she would just walk over to the corner over by a little tree. Yes, that would be what she would do.

She pulled her paws up and down. Her head and fur bouncing up and down, she looked over and around. It wasn’t like they would even know. She walked over to the small, almost leave-less tree. She padded around the tree three times and then curled up on a soft rock. She let her body drop to the ground with a thud. A slight smile as she watched the two wolves. She stuck her feathers up in a stretch and then let them relax. She shut her eyes, not asleep but just out of the way. She kept her ears up and listening on there odd conversation. She was asked to get away, so she did. A slight smile on her face she let it calm.

ooc : sorry it is short nothing to say