The 'Fallen' wolf

(July 28 closed to Rajah and Mortaray, Rajah will post first. Night time under a full moon, Faolan was out hunting, also we shall assume Faolan is acquainted with the pack and knows everyone.)

Fully restored the ebony lupine stalked through the murk of the night. The wisp of a moon hovered over the pridelands and casted what seemed to be a sinister sheen upon Faolan's shoulders. Flicking his ears the alert wolven scanned the horizon allowed deep breaths to enter his lungs as he scented for the striped horses that pranced across the parched terrain.

For now in the deep darkness the temperature turns freezing. Faolan's hackles rose to needles as a haunting aura surrounded him, the darkness pealed away revealing forms of staggering Zebra. Some rested against the pebbles that sprinkled the dirt. Deep ocean like irises glinted only briefly beneath his ebony visage. As he neared the prey a young female in his cross hairs, he pauses allowing his thinned cord to whip threw the air. Narrowing his gems before the widened. The herd was spooked some how and the trampled over the terrain creating large intentions into the cracked canvas. Faolan watched as he meal escaped, breath create warm billows, anger and irritation surged from his form. "God damnit!" he cursed narrowing his irises that grew to a brighter cobalt.

The rather large lupo allowed his naked appendage to rest against the dust terrain, watching billows from the herd grow smaller. For the longest time Solitude took care of him when he was sick and now he failed to return with a meal for her. Clenching his jaws rather angrily jabbing his digits into the dirt wondering what could of scared his prey. He scented nothing, he saw nothing, so it had to be nothing. If only it was nothing...

The night before, Rajah had met and took Mortaray as an ‘apprentice’. Now he had brought along the wolf to be apart of one of his many hero meal times. Overhead the full moon rested in the cobalt sky., casting off a beautiful luminance and causing the scene to appear more haunting. Silent steps carried an immense blood stained tiger, it’s irises burning and casting off an eerie luminance of it’s own. Rajah was out looking for a wolf. It was mainly a test to see if Mortaray could be able to handle aiding him in murdering one of his own. One that was in his own pack. The tiger, personally, thought the wolf would be able to handle the task. After all, the canine spoke so highly of killing. He seemed to love it and couldn’t get enough of it…much like himself.

However, Mortaray was reluctant about killing a wolf the night before. But now, it seemed like he was ready to overlook his morals. Perfect. The jungle cat glanced over his shoulder to see if the wolf was keeping up, with a slight dip of his crown he continued onward. That’s when he spotted it. A lone wolf hunting a herd of zebras. His muzzle wrinkled and his tongue rasped along his muzzle. Rajah suddenly vanished into the shadows, his limbs working swiftly and silently as he made his way over to the herd. Once he was close enough, he suddenly shot out a single paw, scoring an elderly Zebra’s left haunch with his lethal claws. Fear registered onto every one of the animals and they bolted away, kicking up thick billows’ of dust.

With a smirk Rajah stood at full height and emerged through the shadows like a ghost. His lips curled as he chuckled darkly, “Oh…did I scare away your prey? Whoops…” His irises burned with blood thirst yet he glanced over his shoulder once more, ignoring the overpowering urge to tear into the wolf himself, “Mortaray.” His tail tip twitched slightly, “Prove yourself.” The tiger stepped back and waited.

Said wolf had been following after his mentor in silence throughout the whole trip as they stalked through the pridelands looking for his mentor's 'prey of choice'. Inside of his head he was wondering was he really going to do this or not? He didn't know all he did was blindly follow his mentor where ever he went being as silent as possible and making sure not to cause any noise. However, now he couldn't help but let a small gasp of surprise out when he spotted exactly who they were hunting. It was Faolan from the pack. He shifted slightly with discomfort as he watched Rajah climb out of the shadows like a menacing monster, and Mortaray, rather reluctantly, followed after. He stood there behind his mentor as he spoke to Faolan, his tone like always bitter and deadly. He couldn't help but feel the fur on his back prickle up as he assumed what would happen next.

"Mortaray." Rajah's voice was directed towards him now. "Prove yourself." The moment Mortaray heard those words he froze slightly and he stared at Faolan, eyes wide with uncertianity. Now if this was any other wolf Mortaray probably wouldn't of hesitated but it wasn't any other wolf it was Faolan. He had become Faolan's friend and now, now he had to kill him!?! He lowered his head eyes narrowed but didn't move just yet, something hold him back from just attacking him, but then...then that nagging little voice appeared in his head. That voice that called for the need of blood, the need of needless violence. The need to end Faolan's life. His eyes widened again, and insane look appearing in them as he parted his jaws small strands of drool connected with his fangs as he let out a blood curdling snarl.

Faolan was no longer a friend. He was prey, he was a toy, he was food. He threw himself forward at Faolan without another moment's hesitation and lunged at the wolf's throat it was a direct attack but it was all part of that plan. The scarf that his brother had given him the day before, 'danced' as the wind blew by him giving him the appearance of a black ghost.

Faolan had his skull lowered to the terrain, an ear flicked as a sinister voice entered it. Raising his gaze he noticed a rather large feline, it had thick rippling stripes that etched over his body and resembled Shere-khan the menacing tiger of the jungle. No this wasn't Shere-khan though, he seemed bulkier and possibly a different species of tiger but his irises was a flame. The amber hue seemed to lit up and glow, Faolan could almost hear the roar of the fire, not any fire.. The forest fire. The frightened wolf could almost feel the heat licking at his visage, the flames singing his fur. The horrid pain on on his back. Those eyes reflected the terrible fire that almost ended his life. Foalan choked from fear of the fire before the voice of the tiger snapped him back from the smoke and flames. Mortaray. he said.

Now the the smoldered lupine realized it, he did scent his friend. The words 'Prove yourself' did confuse him but when his dim cerulean gaze met the peeling darkness that revealed Mortaray. However Faolan didn't call for help from the wolf, he seemed different. When he first saw the tiger appear his head was already lowered but gazing at Mortaray he sensed no friendship, only insanity. Though the scarred wolf had no room to speak, he himself had a few screws loose but he would never betray his pack. Narrowing his irises he noticed a savage monster reveal himself from Mortaray, tendrils of saliva streak from his scarler tinted fangs. Mortaray had left, he no longer lived. What Faolan saw was a demon. A bellowing snarl erupted from ebony wolf, "Fine then, Mortaray!" The shrill snarl split the ghostly night as he awaited a strike.

The betraying wolf lunged directly for his throat, rookie mistake. Faolan instantly side-stepped , his skull was lowered anyways so it protected his delicate throat. Faolan assumed however that Mortaray wouldn't be so idiotic as to attack directly without a plan, Faolan as he side-stepped he flung himself to Mortaray's flank attempting to barrel into the lupine's ribs and knock him off balance.

(Ooc: Aw, screw it I'm going to go ahead and reply. XD)

Mortaray instinctively let the momentum carrying him forward knowing that Faolan would have some sort of counter attack. His best bet was to follow the momentum and because he did he escape Faolan's attack just barely. He quickly slid himself around and threw himself forward at the other wolf and parted his jaws planning to crash right into him. He knew that he needed to use his own weight to help him in this small little battle because it made a small difference. He parted his jaws and went for Faolan's back knowing exactly how sensitive it was. He wasn't about to let Faolan make a fool out of him, or let him get away.

He dug his claws into the ground at the last moment and pushed off of it hoping to give him extreme momentum to help throw himself into the other wolf and also in hopes that it would give Faolan and nasty surprise about how deadly Mortaray really was.

(OOC: Forgot about this thread... ^^")

Bloodthirsty ivories shifted from wolf to wolf. Watching. Waiting.

Mortaray seemed a bit diffident about attacking the wolf at first, causing the massive feline’s irises to narrow. However a few moments later he let loose a tremendous snarl, elongated strands of saliva spewing from his lethal ivories. He lunged, head first into a direct attack towards the scarred wolf’s throat. Really?! Just the night before, Rajah had talked to Mortaray about that. Direct attacks was the most foolish attack to make. A low growl slid from his throat as he watched the opposing wolf sidestepped then lunge at Mortaray. Huh. Instead of trying to flee, the wolf attacked back. Looks like this one was going to go down without a fight. Good.

Although the attempt to tackle Mortaray failed, Rajah was still slightly impressed with the burnt victim. The demented feline observed the fight, watching Mortaray narrowly avoided the other wolf’s jaws. Impatience begun to flicker in the tiger’s irises as he continued to watch. The ‘so called murderer’ had yet to even wound the wolf. Between the two wolves, boisterous snarls were thrown into the air, causing a massive commotion. If this much racket kept up, other heroes would hear them for sure. Lips curled tightly beneath his nose as he stepped forward. If Mortaray wasn’t able to end this wolf’s life in the next few moments he would cut in and rip apart the scarred wolf himself.

Exposed burned flesh glinted under the wisp of the moon, irises almost like the depths of an ocean remained as if he too , wasn't all there. The dim wolf's expression never altered, besides the sudden snarls that seem still quite empty, like he didn't care about what was happening. Heavy steps grabbed the scarred wolf's attention as the slightly larger wolf was carrying by the momentum of his force, ears twitched as he watched the shifting of his gaze. The back of the scarred wolf was a foolish mistake. Not only was the area large, but numb. The skin lost all nerves like a normal scar, beside a few that is deep down.

Smoldered hued wolf pondered briefly of the training his friend had gotten, since all he seem to make was direct attack. Faolan hooked blunted digits into the terrain to help him skid to slow, he had to be fast on this; using accurate agility and timing the male lupine bunched hinds to allow him to lunge away from the gaped Jaws of Mortaray.

However, he hesitated a second to much and a large incisors scraped over the irritated and fleshy looking wound. Not a twitch or yelp escaped the jaws of the numbed wolf . Pivoting on his paws he quickly allowed the energy to divert and he rushed at the other lupine, his target was a well aimed skull attack, Faolan hoped that Mortaray would be surprised seeing that he would of expected the wolf to be in pain since a gash was sliced into his side. If this attacked was successful, Faolan would either snatch the temple, fangs sinking into the sensitive side of the skull and hang on, and if that hit proved to have failed then from that distance he would attempted to scrape the sensitive lining of his eyes with his ivories. Faoaln remained relatively calm within the fight, besides the curl of his lips. He uttered no word.

To say the very least Mortaray was just satisfied with just landing a plain attack on Faolan however, little did it surprise him when the wolf didn't yelp. He should've known better. He should of known that there was more damage in the wound then he originally thought. However before he had a chance to pull away or bite into another part of the canine a flash of fangs headed straight towards his skull. His eyes widened and he let go jerking his head side ways trying desperately to avoid the bite however the fangs of Foalan found themselves embedded into Mortaray's skin.

As soon as Mortaray realized how dangerous it was he lost all sense of his 'sanity'. He jerked his head roughly not caring if the flesh on his forehead got tore or anything all he knew was that he needed to get away or else one of those fangs of Faolan would end up enlouged in his temple and he would be deader then dead.

Frigid flames lapped at the somber atmosphere as the tiger observed the fight.

Basalt hooked daggers protruded from their enclosures as the hellion, Rajah watched the confrontation come to a disappointing point. Mortaray’s ‘mentor’ was becoming more and more dissatisfied with the wolf’s actions. His attacks were not something he would approve of. The dim witted canine continued to attempt to do direct attacks. Over and over again. Thinking back to the previous night, Rajah distinctly remembered advising Mortaray not to endeavor a straight forward attack. Not to. However, the rebellious wolf continued to do as such. Intolerable. With a low grunt, the jungle feline lashed his striped tassel, his muscles rippling smoothly beneath his ginger pelt.

At the moment, Mortaray had been caught between the jaws of the prey. Really. The prey was supposed to be caught and killed by the predator. Not the other way around. He had failed so quickly. Rajah knew that, if the scarred wolf wanted to, he could easily sink his ivories into Mortaray’s skull and end his life with a single crunch. With a demonic snarl, Rajah trotted fluently over to the grappling wolves and allowed a venomous hiss to fall from his tongue, “Wow. Didn’t think I would regret my choice of allowing you to live, so quickly.”

It wasn’t the truth. Mortaray had in fact passed Rajah’s test. He just wanted to see if the wolf would in fact turn on his packmate. Which he did. The wolf had sided with him, proved himself. Rajah would easily train him to fight better, however, that wouldn’t be necessary if the wolf wasn’t loyal to him. But now that he knew he was, he would. Now that the scarred Lupe was currently distracted with gnawing on his apprentices skull, the tiger quickly leaned back on his haunches and swung his massive forearms quickly and powerfully onto Faolen’s spine, lethal claws glinting. He doubted if he would miss, however, If he were too, he would merely lunge at him and literally drive the wolf into Mortaray’s jaws.

Faolan was so focused on his attack with Mortaray but now, the his hind-quarters were being soaked with blood. The attack had gone pretty deep and it stung with a cool sensation, however the pain was bearable because the burning flower was much worst. Feeling the texture of fur against his tongue, the lupine involuntarily bit hand enough to draw blood from the soft temple, however the rapid effect of the trashing assisted the scarred wolf in getting a better grip so his own head was going in rhythm. Despite the fact he wold have to work harder to maneuver his fangs into the actual temple, he had his mark. Faolan had actually hooked on slightly below the target, behind the jaw slightly it would not kill him but would cause a hell load of pain.

Warm blood oozed as the trashing probably increased more pain upon the lupine, although the insanity most likely made him numb. Then a sudden pain stunned his torso, snaps echoed into sickening pops. The lupine was roughly pressed to the terrain but the grip his still held upon Mortaray was loosening as skin began to peal from bone more crimson leaking from the wound that crawled to an angle upon Mortaray's skull. As this all happened at once, cold icy numbness engulfed his body below his torso. The pain very brief yet even now as the fight happened, Faolan took to the time to compare the pain to his burning, the pain subsided almost as fast as it happened. It was an extremely delayed reaction, body limps but now dead. He could move his fore-legs, but there was no point in doing it.Faolan released the grip of the hanging elastic like flesh.

Not really to hold up his neck as well the lupine just sprawled, his spine cracked painfully as welll as ribs. Even then, the wolf uttered no yelp, it was like he was already dead. Would Mortaray and the tiger finish me? The tiger... Why do I wonder his name, the one who will kill me, A tiger that eyes burned like the thing that made me this way. The amber flower. Thoughts echoed as if he had been there for hours, however the time of this fight has not even close been that long, "Mortaray?" The wolf rasped, the fluid leaking from his jaws, "Does it feel good? The feeling of insanity, the feeling of betraying your pack, the feeling of pain?" expression was almost emotionless, "I felt pain, not his pain. Real pain. Thinking your family is dead, feeling the amber fire singe all the way to your bone. The pain I think you possible might feel, Pepsi." coughs struck his body like lighting, blooding splattered the terrain beneath his lips. This is it, he was dying. Solitude... I never really allowed her to know how happy I was to see her.

(I should do meaningful dying posts more often. xD By the way Mortaray, hope you like your scar. If not, I can alter the post. x3)

Blood continued to ooze from the wound that he had just received mainly due to his own thrashing about. He knew better then to do that, but yet he still did it. Letting his own insanity for escape get to him. Faolan could of easily killed him, very very easily. If it hadn't been for Rajah...Well, the wolf didn't even want to think about that right now, and he was slightly glad the dying wolf began to spoke...Only slightly though.

With heavy huffs/pants of air he listened to the words deeply, more deeply then he originally intended to do. The words stung...they tore at whatever remained of the mad wolf. He had failed again to protect something close to him and this time he did it himself. He took this valuable thing away from himself! He didn't understand why, why he was following this tiger. Why he was losing his mind, he didn't understand any of it...all he understood was the anger and the guilt and with the more guilt the more anger grew there was no doubt about it. He was become just like his damn father. A slight flash of guilt glimmered in his eyes for a second but quickly disappeared being replaced with anger.

Chilling embers glowed emotionlessly as Rajah stared down at the paralyzed wolf.

The force of the blow that Rajah had delivered had snapped his spine, impairing the lower half of the Lupe’s body. The fight was over as quickly as it started. Cocking his cranium slightly, the jungle cat listened for any telltale noises of approaching heroes. He heard nothing…no wait…there was a slight rustle. A mouse perhaps. Returning his attention to Mortaray, he shook his crown in disappointment. He had expected the wolf to be able to kill his former companion quickly, but it seemed he lacked the fighting skills at the moment. Oh well. Rajah will help improve his skills later. Faolen’s demise was the current project he was working on.

Dipping his skull towards the speaking wolf, he smirked and brought a single clawed paw down upon the wolf’s muzzle to shut him up. What was with canine’s and wanting to lecture everyone before they died? It agitated him. His claws caught the flesh over Faolen’s muzzle and nearly tore off his ebony nose and lips. The tremendous force caused the wolf’s jaws to snap shut, and shattered a few of his ivories including his top set of canine teeth. Crimson fluid seemed from the Lupe’s jaws and painted the deformed muzzle of the dying wolf. Instead of ending it’s life, he merely tipped his crown back to look over at Mortaray.

“We’re leaving.” With a lash of his elongated tassel, he turned his back to the fallen wolf and glared out into the gloomy forest. Rather than killing this wolf, he wanted his pack to find him dying and inform the others that Rajah had been the one’s responsible for this. That way, they would seek vengeance, and Rajah would be able to enjoy another game of murdering wolves. Pivoting his frame, he lowered himself so that he was eye to eye with the scarred wolf and cackled softly, “How about we keep the fact that Mortaray had been with me on this little hunting trip, hmm? wouldn’t want his pack to know that he it a traitor…just yet.” With a smirk, he continued in a sinister growl, “Now, will you do me a favor and summon your pack? You know…howl? I’d like them to see you before you die of internal bleeding.”

Sure. He was sadistic and found it amusing to watch an animal die…but he wasn’t doing this for complete sport. He wanted the pack to seek revenge for their fallen pack member. To want to kill him. To try and kill him. With a departing wave of his tassel he chuckled, “By the way…the name is Rajah. Be sure to pass it along to your friend.”

With that, the massive feline turned and nodded to Mortaray. It was time to depart. They would return in a week. Hopefully then, they would run into a resentful pack member.

Mortaray looked over as Rajah spoke eyes filled with hidden guilt and confusion of what he had done but not a single shout of anger escaped his lungs only a small dip of his head as he listened as the tiger commanded the scarred, dying wolf to howl. He looked at Foalan and his frame shook just slightly but it was hardly noticeable except to that of a trained eye. He swallowed a lump and blinked away as much guilt as he could though it was nearly impossible. "Yes sir..." He voiced in silence as the tiger turned to leave.

He gazed at Foalan once more biting back a choke before slinking after Rajah once more. Head hanging low through his expression went cold, and not a single emotion lingered on his features...What had he just gotten himself into...?

The wolf sputtered, blood splattering the dim jade terrain as the paw crashed upon his muzzle, mangle ling it. Chest heaved with obvious difficulty when all of a sudden his pupils constricted to thin pricks. Emotion flooded into him and as if he regained pain, panting heavily Faolan's thoughts were engulfed with the lost emotions that were stolen from him once the encounter with the amber flower. It was imposible, the medic said he'll never recover from it, but here he was; sprawled out upon the crimson tainted terrain. Deepened ocean like gaze shifted rather slowly to the tiger's glinting gaze, it seemed to envelope him in a inferno. That's it! he realized. What taken everything from him has returned it, at the priced of his own life. The blaze pierced him sending ripples of sadness and pain to consume his mind in shock, "The... red flower... It can't return!" his desperate snarl sounded while his visage faced the massive and worthy tiger. "Y--... You are the fire...." he finally said, the word he recalled from the medic as well. Anguish deepened as he remembered and felt, he actually could feel, "I... can feel," he murmured almost in-audible.

Then he set his saddened gaze upon Mortaray, he was told to howl for his pack, keep what Mortaray did a secret? Fury also seemed to mingle in his emotions, yet he felt like Mortaray was being forced a bit. Large ears flattened as pain rippled throughout his body, the pain made him choke while the blood flooded. "Very well..." he mumbled watching as the tiger and the wolf seem to depart. Struggling his jaws flung open, allowing saliva and scarlet to stream from it. Breathing in his chest expanded to allow a gust to whistle into a gargling how which was shortened into a flurry of hacking coughs allowing more blood to splat. Perhaps he'll only tell Solitude, but despite if he told them, bits of Mortaray's fur still was wedged between his remained fangs and the smell of him clung to his frame. Physique quivered painfully as cold began to creep up him, the lower half of his body however was consumed with darkness, "Worthy... Worthy fire was the thing that marked my death all along. It finally finished the job," he painfully said the words, as he awaited the arrival of his pack.

I think Solitude posts first, but it's now open to people to discover his death. After Solitude to post.