Author's Note: Hmmm…Two of our main characters have just decided to accompany charming Abik to paradise, but what will Sir and the sandy wolf Tenqu say to this… All will be revealed… Hah, that sounded like a sitcom introductions, but I guess that must be the job of all Fan Fiction writers: to write summaries that sound like soap-opera-ish crap… Bleh.. Sitcom's and romance smell and are as overused as Thursday's garbage!
I'll shut up now…
The browned wolf was obviously stricken with some degree of distrust for the white wolf, but Sir's emotions might only be described as pure hatred for anything and anyone who could not even chance to agree or be trusted by her. But passionate she was, and passionate she would stay. The muzzle, planted like an Arbor Day tribute, near the center of her face was still stiff and ragged from both slight singeing and from propelling to flesh and fur stay upright and alert. Argus could not help but expect the cliché spittle and foam begin to slip between the stained canines and her worn gums, but he was disappointed as she did not like to slobber during a fight or even the stirrings towards a fight.
That is a Cur's way.
But a wolf's is to question and so the brownish lupine figure raised his voice to the powerful ivory one in a rather cynical inquisition,
"Why exactly do you care? I've never met a wolf who wishes a dog to accompany him to paradise, nor one that reprimands a wolf for saying that only the lupine race may dwell there." His tail rose defensively, "I think you are lying."
The bone fur lycus merely gave a quick glance to his 'kin' and then seemed to silently whispered something into the wind; though Argus could have sworn that his lips pursed and the folds of flesh on his muzzle compacted dangerously. Abik then swayed away from both his followers and his opponents to look back towards the pearling sun. His liquid voice was smooth and low,
"What do you care about my beliefs? Is it not better to believe in something than stride about with no purpose?"
Swiftly he pivoted so that his jello quivering optics were evenly matched to the black hole irises of the sandy wolf and Argus could faintly hear the beginnings of a wavering growl in wind. But from which wolf? Before he could muse an answer the white one continued in his same deep and tamed voice,
"What's the point of living if you have no reason to breathe? No pride? Come if you want or stay, but either way you'll search, wander, and find… What's the difference when the searching has an actual destination to map? Come now, we are going."
Argus, somewhat entranced by the vocals of Abik, rationalized that the lupus was addressing him and Cuneiform. The older Komonder flanked the white one obediently and Argus stole a slight glance towards the defiant dog and the stubborn wolf. Sir was still on the verge of murder, but the stained wolf, the black eyed familiar merely sighed and raised his ears so that the points with were positioned at their zenith seemed more dramatized in the dappled musings of the light shoving its harsh way through the upper canopy. He was proposing some challenge to his zealous 'comrade',
"But you cannot know if your Paradise even is a true destination. I have never chanced to see it only any map or heard tell of any exact coordinates. You are merely going to drag some downbeat dogs along on a fairy tale quest."
"Fairy tale..?" the white wolf turned and another wisp of some thought flashed through his eyes, "if indeed I am chasing a fairy story than you are the legendary Big Bad Wolf for attempting to lead others astray. Surely, if you have any pride, living up to such a mislead stereotype is below a wolf?"
"Proclaiming a lie as truth is below even fictional fiends."
Sir, who had remained remarkably passive during the conflict of the lupi, suddenly gave a sharp bark and flew to the right of where she had been set; In her place, after a brief moment, landed a barbed arrow with falcon feathers tied with fishing line to the rear of the shaft. Argus threw himself to the earth as a humming noise whisked over where his frame had once been and then stopped after the vibrant 'shunk' of the arrow embedding itself in a birch tree. Abik barred his canines and crouched as if to take a stand, but the excited Sir had already seen this chaos as the opportune moment to throw herself into the lupus and begin to take out all her silent frustrations by physical means. Abik was thrown from his perch and the two lay sprawled in the dust for a brief moment before Abik tried to spring away from her, but she was neither wolf nor customary and so the laws of combat had never laid their opinions on how she raged. All is fair in mockery, all is fair in brawls, and though most wolves assume their circular mannerisms of combat make them noble Sir had no such conviction. Thus, Abik was, for an instant if even that, caught off of his guard.
She torn into his haunches worming with his nose to find ligament or sinew to break, Abik became tense for an instant but then, in a fluid motion not unlike that of the brutish stallion or the thieving serpent, turned back upon himself and tore her from his flesh by her ear. She bellowed from what sounded like humiliation and twisted in mid air so her ear ripped, but her fangs were secured upon the muzzle of her attacker. She bit down and the crimson flecks scattered eagerly. Cuneiform looked both pensive and agitated.
"Sir, stop this now! We are all in danger and if you two continue we shall all die."
He rushed towards her as another arrow flew by. Argus saw the expression of fear in the Cur's eyes as they darted from her opponent to Cuneiform and back again, wild, unknowing eyes that were both provoked and scared. Abik growled in what sounded like a premature form of pain,
"Listen to the dog-"
She tightened her vice and more the droplets of the humor trickled down both figures, she spat between her teeth,
"Don't speak, Wolf! Those who want to run may do so but I will not heel until this bastard lie dead by my own hands!"
She flipped him onto his back, but his claws shot forward and slashed at the base of her chest so that she was unable to disembowel him as she had so rashly planned, but as she let her aggressive stance slide he leapt up and turned the position of both of them in the fight, slinging her strong form into a nearby tree. And then he charged at it with a vile intention in his lemon eyes his tongue rolling over his black lips, dripping both of their substances like macabre breadcrumbs.
She must die as she was too hinder some, too set in her beliefs and grudges-
But it was not so as Cuneiform cut off Abik's crusade with his own body and the wolf yielded.
"This is pointless, you and the other dog go ahead I shall convince her, but it will have to be without you-"
"Old dog-"
"If you hesitate we will all die, now go!" He snarled with fervor so convincing that the white wolf looked with spite upon the Cur once again before motioning to the crouching figure of Argus.
They fled together, with the metronome of the white wolf's grace to shame the fearful lope of the herder who tried his best to keep the time. Argus could not help but glance back, though, at the clearing where the two of his own blood were still exposed, but the brush covered them now and all he could hear were the baying of pointers and synchronizing footfalls of the wraith running before him.
