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[ti]AE[/ti]After the Storm
Topic Started: Jun 2 2014, 11:47 PM (615 Views)
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Name: After the Storm
Gender: Female
Approximate Age: 9 cycles
Region: Jiskadar

Pack/Village: ---
Rank: ---

Race: Aershaa
Breed: Water
Type: Spirit
Class: Wild

Personality: She's a girl with charm and charisma, always thinking pretty highly of herself and her capabilities as a Water. She's outgoing and enjoys making others laugh (with her, not at her), while keeping a cool, sophisticated air about it. Now, as a Spirit, though, she lacks the zeal she once had. Something about her death changed her to become more insecure about her appearance and to be more quick to say something hurtful, though she oftentimes doesn't mean it. She is plagued by her death, but at the same time is very glad to have died when she did so she wouldn't have had to endure the torture of those who had captured her. She still carries the same charm she once had, but knows there can be limitations as to how it's presented now.

History: After the Storm sighed as she looked up at the sky, watching the clouds roll by, their dark gray skins drooping with the impending rain that was to come. She cracked a small smile, knowing that there would be a rainbow soon after it, and that made her feel like she was still whole, like she was still part of the Drey.

But she wasn't.

Looking down, her ears drooping, she remembered the day she died. She would never again have the same joy or experiences others had because of what had happened to her. But in a way, she was thankful for what had happened for she couldn't bear the torture from those horrible humans ever again. Her brows furrowed as her memories went back nine cycles ago to when she was just a young adult, in her prime, and the day she lost everything.

It had been a day much like this: dark clouds, warm, harsh winds, and a calm that was right before the storm. After the Storm could tell that the storm was coming because of her unique ability to tell when rain was going to come. Unlike many other Waters in the Obatar area, she knew that she could tell if what was coming would be a major storm from the mountains, a hurricane from the dangerous sea, or just a drizzle. She took pride in this talent, and maybe that was how she was ultimately lead to her downfall.

But she knew that not to be true. Many others were often jealous of her, but she knew she boasted too much - it came with the pride. She knew that she was going to be a great Seer of sorts one day, but that day would be taken away from her.

As she walked around Obatar the usual sounds the critters made were gone and there was an eerie silence around her. She didn't become cognizant of it until she heard a lone crack in the woods that made her stop and spin toward the sound. As she stared in the direction of the sound she waited for something to pop out at her. She lifted her head high, puffing out her chest, trying to look intimidating. I can take you on. She thought to herself as she waited for whatever was watching her. She knew she could take on anything as big as her or smaller, but any bigger and she'd flee.

And it was bigger than her.

As the men jumped out of the bushes, they held ropes and knives in their hands, screaming as they charged toward her, yelling at each other to throw the rope around her and tie her up to make it easier for her to carry back to the lab. As soon as Storm saw the men, her eyes widened. She had never seen a two-legged like that before, not in this area of Obatar, anyway, and the way they were acting and holding their weapons scared her.

She turned quickly to run away, the bravado of it all gone, and only panic started to rise in her chest. Everywhere around her they jumped out, chasing after her. She managed to dodge a few and run down a path that was cut into the forest, but she could hear the stomping of their running feet behind her. She had to escape, she had to find shelter.

And that was when an Aershaa jumped out in front of her, more massive than she could have expected: a large Air, definitely one not of this area, stood in front of her, his eyes dead with life and his fangs bared and ready to attack. He was growling deep in his throat and he was as black as any darkness Storm had ever seen. He was terrifying and he was ready to kill.

Storm slid to a stop in front of the Aershaa, cowering away from him. She knew she wouldn't be able to get away easily - he didn't look like he was up for negotiations, and she wouldn't be able to work her natural charm on him - so she froze where she stood.

The men were right behind her and threw the rope around her neck. She gasped and struggled against the rope, terrified of what might happen to her. I don't want to die! She screamed in her head as tears welled up in her eyes. She had so much life left to live, so much potential and hope and ambitions of becoming a great Seer that she refused to believe that this was happening. But as the men yelled quick remarks at each other and they bound her arms and legs together so the struggle would be less eminent, she knew there was nothing more she could do. Whatever they were going to do with her, she knew that she would have to somehow break free of it.

She wouldn't be that lucky, though.

She put up a fight with them for as long as she could as they dragged her into the complex. She could hear whines and screams from other areas as they dragged her in a large bag down a corridor. She couldn't see anything past the burlap sack, and though she managed to cut through it with her tail, they stabbed at her with a knife, and she cried out, unable to react or use any magic as she didn't know if there was any water around.

She was thrown against a wall soon thereafter, and the wind was knocked out of her as the sack was removed. She looked up at the cruel humans who had nothing but greed in their eyes and smirks on their faces as they looked at her like a piece of meat. "I think she'll be of good use to us, don't you?"

Another man walked in. He wore a long white coat and glasses, looking very stoic as he stood in front of her. The other two men moved aside as this new man took everything in about her. Before long he said, "She's too small and looks too weak to be used for the wiping. Get rid of her."

Storm's eyes widened as the man in the white coat walked away and the other two men grabbed her, throwing another rope around her neck and pulling it tightly. It was blocking her airway.

She thrashed around, whipping her tail at them, and managed to slice one of the men's arm that was holding her down. He cried out and held his arm in pain. The other man had loosened his grip just enough that she was able to breathe and focus on cutting through the rope around her legs. Though it took a moment to cut through them, the men noticed that she was about to escape. She ran past them as the one she hadn't cut took out a knife and stabbed at her, missing her completely. She ran out the door and down the hallway, unsure if she'd even make it out alive.

She wouldn't.

"STOP HER!" The man who wasn't wounded called as he ran out the door toward her. Storm didn't look back to see how close he was or if anyone else was following suit, because all she wanted to do was find he exit and get out of there as fast as she could.

I can't die! Will anyone miss me? What about my training? I can't die now! I have so much left I have to do! Many thoughts raced through her head as she ran. She thought about her training to become a Seer, of her ability to feel when a storm was coming, of her charismatic personality, of her friends and family. There was so much that she wanted to get back to - needed to get back to - that she didn't notice the man waiting for her to turn the corner. He slashed at her with a large knife, cutting her from her neck to her shoulder, causing her to cry out in immense pain.

Tunnel vision started to kick in as she fell, her blood pouring out on their clean floors, and as she tried to get back up on just three paws, she was kicked down by the same man. As she looked up she noticed it was the man whose arm she had slashed and fear welled inside of her. His expression was nothing less than heartless and cold as he took the knife and plunged it into her. She screamed in pain once more, the blackness of the tunnels getting bigger and bigger until all she saw was black.

And then nothing else remained.

The next thing she knew she was walking along the forest paths of Obatar, roaming the woods that shadowed the compound. What am I doing here? She thought as she looked around. She didn't remember being outside or having escaped. Maybe they spared her or maybe she had just dreamed it all?

But as she rounded the corner she realized that was far from the truth.

She gasped and cried out as she saw her body lying in a heap among a few others, her eyes vacant and her beautiful coat slashed up from the knife that had been plunged inside of her. She stood there for a moment in horror, unable to lift her paws to move away from the grisly sight, but before she could a man walked over to the pile of bodies with a torch, lighting them on fire to burn the remains. Storm couldn't bear to watch her beautiful body burned and she turned away, running as fast as she could.

But why was she running?

She looked down and noticed that she could see through her paws, that the ground beneath her was brown and moist, but she couldn't feel it. She was practically gliding over it. Looking at the rest of herself she noticed the rest of her was translucent as well, and that she felt no pain. That the only pain that existed was inside of her. Her face crumpled and she sat down, crying over the fact that she was dead.

She was a spirit.

Storm opened her eyes and looked back up at the sky and the rain started to pour over the Jiskadar lands and over her body. She couldn't quite feel the rain, but she felt the tickle of it as it ran over her spirit's body. A tear was in her eye as she got up and walked through the valley, leaving behind her memories and fears, even if the pain never truly went away.

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