The Return
blah= wolf speech
The NightWolf landed on the lawn, stirring the grass. Draconis leaped down and grinned at the pilots. "Hi. Mission accomplished, hostage captured. Slash!" The black wolf slipped down, standing on his hind legs with a person thrown over his shoulder.
"Treize Kushrenada. We fought a duel. He was pathetic; I beat him in 56 seconds. Slash, put him down." Slash threw him to the floor and pressed his face in the dirt.
" Um, Draconis?" She flicked her emerald gaze to Wufei. "Treize beat me, and I've been trained for 15 years." She grinned. "Who's to say that I haven't been trained in killing since I was one year old? If you doubt me, I challenge you." Wufei smirked. "Gladly, onna."
Draconis leaped up into the air, drawing both her swords as she did so. Wufei swept his katana upwards and blocked. Draconis twirled her swords in an arc, the silver shadow of the blades cutting the air. Steel sang against steel, the whine of fire and ice.
Suddenly, Draconis flipped one sword in the air. It hissed, glowing gold as the sun's rays glinted. She flipped forward, and brought the flat of the sword down on Wufei's katana, sending it flying. Slash watched and leaped, catching it. The airborne sword fell, she twirled it around one finger, and it stopped, the edge pressing against his throat.
He swallowed visibly. "I surrender." She slowly brought the swords away. "Here." He took one and struggled to stay upright. "Each sword weighs 250 pounds with the lead inserts in the hilt. Without it.. Let's just say you might have died."
Trieze made a strangled noise. "Mnfff!" Draconis flicked out a claw and brought it to his face. "Listen carefully, scum." Her voice was low and deadly, with a rumble of danger like an approaching thunderstorm.
"You have killed thousands. May you suffer at Hellgates." She swung her claw forward. The limp body thumped to the ground. A shocked silence reigned. She picked up the body and gave it to Slash. "Bury this."
He nodded and trotted off. She stood there with her silver claw stained with blood. "I had to kill him. He murdered my parents. No, slaughtered them. They were defenseless." She folded the claw and stalked into the safehouse. Duo broke the silence. "I don't want to get on her bad side." They nodded wordlessly.
Draconis sat at her window, stroking Slash. Well Slash, he doesn't remember me. I might have expected this. Slash growled. He will, pack sister. He will. She sighed and lay back. I wish I could be so sure. Slash stretched out beside her, sympathy in his emerald eyes.
Wolves have many sorrows, pack sister. We must keep the secrets of the wild; for we are it's chosen. Sleep, sister, you can get a lot done in dreams. She turned over and kissed him lightly on the head. Night, Slash.
Running.. flames... pain. she had to get away! She had to get away, now! She tripped, and fell. The girl lay there, trying her utmost to escape. She could do nothing, nothing, until the nightmare was complete. The flames crept closer, devouring everything. The girl closed her eyes, resigned to death.
She was thirteen, and was going to die. In some ways, she welcomed it. But she was sorry that she would never again run across the moonlit fields with Slash, wolf and wolf. She was sorry that she would never know her brother again.
The flames licked hungrily at her ankles. She screamed and screamed, finally falling into the blessed warm darkness. A black figure leaped the flames, grabbed the limp body, and ran off into the forest.
Draconis tossed and turned, in the throes of a nightmare. Slash sat beside her, keeping watch. He sang softly, waiting for the agony to end.
Bloodlines traced upon the ground,
Ere' pawprints break our beaten paths,
Where numbers thin, yet wills run strong,
By night we win man's brutal wrath,
Man thriving pon' our sad bloodbaths,
Lost native will, the land once hath...
Bring pity back into our dark, Shed light upon your brutal casts, And try to find that brutal spark, That brought your many kin afore, To take our kind, if nothing more, To man the arc of history, To shed our deathwinds pon' it's masts... Look blindly pon' these brutal casts...
Your fire bringing to the air, Your presence of the land affirmed, Our howls, weak, reeking despair, Our callings dead upon your lead, Your bitter, unforgiving germ.. Pon' chain and rope and whip we've squirmed...
For many lives of newborn pup, With lasting breath, their heads raise up, Their spirits weep their callings lost, Their parents' blood upon the grass, The hunger grows, time comes to pass, They lay their pain against the dark, Though moon and stars won't find their bark, Until man's will comes to their crest, They finally put their souls to rest...
To coexist the native will, Adapt and be one with the trees, To follow scent and run the breeze, To love the pack, to share it's will, To care for kin, to bring down kill, To bring up pups, improve our skill, To nurture growth, have mouths to fill, To play and fight and just despite, What we succumb unto your might, Our shortened, bitter, hellish life, Their anger thins us like a knife, Until they grieve their unjust strife, Our loss in history not hushed...
Finding the plains of prey forgone, We search the instincts of our kind, But strange new prey for soul to spawn, Has ruined our fragile way of mind, Man's blame to be our final find...
To hide and pounce ere' sib or prey, To hunt, to bay ere' break of day, To trust our kin, feel warmth of May, Catch leaves of fall, make beds of snow, Have summer winds to shed our coats, To lap from streams' eternal flow, Feel winter winds' eternal blow...
To birth new life, give it a home, Fell mother's tongue as nature's comb, To howl and bay, ere' break of day, Unto the night's eternal dome...
Of old we roamed about the land, To search the breeze upon the trees, To search the lake's familiar sand, To coexist the native will, Until one day into our life, The white man came to hate and kill, To thin our numbers like a knife...
We exist still, upon' the night,
Though still does hate, our unjust plight,
Still thrives the will, though, just despite,
Upon our blood, the wolves of yore',
Their longings shared forevermore,
To live the life, upon man's knife,
Not for revenge or settled score,
To be the wolf, forevermore...
With essence bright, where our souls burn,
Upon the night, we only yearn...
To be the wolf, forevermore...
blah= wolf speech
The NightWolf landed on the lawn, stirring the grass. Draconis leaped down and grinned at the pilots. "Hi. Mission accomplished, hostage captured. Slash!" The black wolf slipped down, standing on his hind legs with a person thrown over his shoulder.
"Treize Kushrenada. We fought a duel. He was pathetic; I beat him in 56 seconds. Slash, put him down." Slash threw him to the floor and pressed his face in the dirt.
" Um, Draconis?" She flicked her emerald gaze to Wufei. "Treize beat me, and I've been trained for 15 years." She grinned. "Who's to say that I haven't been trained in killing since I was one year old? If you doubt me, I challenge you." Wufei smirked. "Gladly, onna."
Draconis leaped up into the air, drawing both her swords as she did so. Wufei swept his katana upwards and blocked. Draconis twirled her swords in an arc, the silver shadow of the blades cutting the air. Steel sang against steel, the whine of fire and ice.
Suddenly, Draconis flipped one sword in the air. It hissed, glowing gold as the sun's rays glinted. She flipped forward, and brought the flat of the sword down on Wufei's katana, sending it flying. Slash watched and leaped, catching it. The airborne sword fell, she twirled it around one finger, and it stopped, the edge pressing against his throat.
He swallowed visibly. "I surrender." She slowly brought the swords away. "Here." He took one and struggled to stay upright. "Each sword weighs 250 pounds with the lead inserts in the hilt. Without it.. Let's just say you might have died."
Trieze made a strangled noise. "Mnfff!" Draconis flicked out a claw and brought it to his face. "Listen carefully, scum." Her voice was low and deadly, with a rumble of danger like an approaching thunderstorm.
"You have killed thousands. May you suffer at Hellgates." She swung her claw forward. The limp body thumped to the ground. A shocked silence reigned. She picked up the body and gave it to Slash. "Bury this."
He nodded and trotted off. She stood there with her silver claw stained with blood. "I had to kill him. He murdered my parents. No, slaughtered them. They were defenseless." She folded the claw and stalked into the safehouse. Duo broke the silence. "I don't want to get on her bad side." They nodded wordlessly.
Draconis sat at her window, stroking Slash. Well Slash, he doesn't remember me. I might have expected this. Slash growled. He will, pack sister. He will. She sighed and lay back. I wish I could be so sure. Slash stretched out beside her, sympathy in his emerald eyes.
Wolves have many sorrows, pack sister. We must keep the secrets of the wild; for we are it's chosen. Sleep, sister, you can get a lot done in dreams. She turned over and kissed him lightly on the head. Night, Slash.
Running.. flames... pain. she had to get away! She had to get away, now! She tripped, and fell. The girl lay there, trying her utmost to escape. She could do nothing, nothing, until the nightmare was complete. The flames crept closer, devouring everything. The girl closed her eyes, resigned to death.
She was thirteen, and was going to die. In some ways, she welcomed it. But she was sorry that she would never again run across the moonlit fields with Slash, wolf and wolf. She was sorry that she would never know her brother again.
The flames licked hungrily at her ankles. She screamed and screamed, finally falling into the blessed warm darkness. A black figure leaped the flames, grabbed the limp body, and ran off into the forest.
Draconis tossed and turned, in the throes of a nightmare. Slash sat beside her, keeping watch. He sang softly, waiting for the agony to end.
Bloodlines traced upon the ground,
Ere' pawprints break our beaten paths,
Where numbers thin, yet wills run strong,
By night we win man's brutal wrath,
Man thriving pon' our sad bloodbaths,
Lost native will, the land once hath...
Bring pity back into our dark, Shed light upon your brutal casts, And try to find that brutal spark, That brought your many kin afore, To take our kind, if nothing more, To man the arc of history, To shed our deathwinds pon' it's masts... Look blindly pon' these brutal casts...
Your fire bringing to the air, Your presence of the land affirmed, Our howls, weak, reeking despair, Our callings dead upon your lead, Your bitter, unforgiving germ.. Pon' chain and rope and whip we've squirmed...
For many lives of newborn pup, With lasting breath, their heads raise up, Their spirits weep their callings lost, Their parents' blood upon the grass, The hunger grows, time comes to pass, They lay their pain against the dark, Though moon and stars won't find their bark, Until man's will comes to their crest, They finally put their souls to rest...
To coexist the native will, Adapt and be one with the trees, To follow scent and run the breeze, To love the pack, to share it's will, To care for kin, to bring down kill, To bring up pups, improve our skill, To nurture growth, have mouths to fill, To play and fight and just despite, What we succumb unto your might, Our shortened, bitter, hellish life, Their anger thins us like a knife, Until they grieve their unjust strife, Our loss in history not hushed...
Finding the plains of prey forgone, We search the instincts of our kind, But strange new prey for soul to spawn, Has ruined our fragile way of mind, Man's blame to be our final find...
To hide and pounce ere' sib or prey, To hunt, to bay ere' break of day, To trust our kin, feel warmth of May, Catch leaves of fall, make beds of snow, Have summer winds to shed our coats, To lap from streams' eternal flow, Feel winter winds' eternal blow...
To birth new life, give it a home, Fell mother's tongue as nature's comb, To howl and bay, ere' break of day, Unto the night's eternal dome...
Of old we roamed about the land, To search the breeze upon the trees, To search the lake's familiar sand, To coexist the native will, Until one day into our life, The white man came to hate and kill, To thin our numbers like a knife...
We exist still, upon' the night,
Though still does hate, our unjust plight,
Still thrives the will, though, just despite,
Upon our blood, the wolves of yore',
Their longings shared forevermore,
To live the life, upon man's knife,
Not for revenge or settled score,
To be the wolf, forevermore...
With essence bright, where our souls burn,
Upon the night, we only yearn...
To be the wolf, forevermore...