Alone......agian

[Warrior]

Serious sat in a small cage that was barely big enought for her to stand & be comforable. She wished she was not so rude & cruel to the W.R.P. As she lay in her steel jail she let out a sigh. Somehow the humans knew of the element she poses & the cage was safe from it. She had used all her strength trying to break free but it was no use. The human feed her stail meat & nasty water. On some occassions she got nothing. Everyday she would see a dog pass by & it looked completely healthy. She wondered what was the difference between her & the dogs. Then she realized she was demon. She sighed & murmured her last spell. The spell would make her pure wolf, no longer being demon. As she said thses words to herself she lost her wings, her legs shorted a bit. She still had her element but she was just like Alex, Lola, Layla & the other fea's. That meant she was no longer sassy. As she lay, with a lack of strength, she curled her tail beside her as it began to rain. The rain hit her like little pebbles for she was outside. She looked around her hoping to see other wolves she could talk to while she stayed but she was the only one. But she saw in the other cages things that showed someone or something was once there. It made her think what would happen to her. She rose her head & let out a mournful howl, but it was cut short for she was whipped as a punishment of making a sound. She rested her head on her paws as she sat curled up in a tiny ball at the back corner of her cage awaiting for anyone to help her.....

[Layla]

She shouldn't be here. She stood out to much, even amidst the darkness and other vargs. yes, she was a varg. But she was purple! Not many vargs had ever seen a purple wolf; not many vargs were purple like she! It wasn't just her purple pelt that drew the attention of practically every lera; it was also her slenderness. She was skinnier than a young rabbit; she hadn't eaten for days, months perhaps. SHe couldn't keep count anymore. It had been to long. Her pale red; light pink hued pools didn't help matters either. But, that was how she was, and she was here to save the vargs, or, even one varg, whom had been captured by the humans, before they were killed. She could only hope no vargs tried to command her to do anything; she was powerless to disobey the orders of any varg; big or small, brute or fea, it didn't matter. She was powerless against their commands.

Keeping her head low to the ground, the purple Sikla f'mmora padded along, stopping hesitantly every now and again to lift her head and scent the air; wondering if any humans or their domesticated wolves; dogs, were nearby. She kept her pinnae erect; wanting to hear if any dogs scented her; highly unlikely yes, but not impossible, or if any humans heard and tried to sneak up on her. Her pale opticals flashed occassionally; when the beautiful sunlight hit them.

'No wolves around here. I gotta keep looking.' She thought silently, pausing to nibble briefly at her right forpaw, before continuing. She kept her orbs and auds alert; of course, making sure nothing snuck up on her, unnoticed, and she also listened for the sounds of any vargs. That was when she heard a howl. Her head flicked up, pinnae; which had begun to draw back, pricking at once. Her optics flashed as she began to pad; swiftly, towards the howl, which ended abruptly, obviouly the wolven whom had howled had been silenced somehow. She crept under a human sitting on a large piece of metal; which they seemingly called a bench, then leapt on, keeping sure her padding was as silent as always.
'Wheres that wolf?' She wondered, darting behind a large, stinking metal object; a bin, as a group of humans walked past. Her heart was thumping faster now; beating against her slender chest. She could almost see the varg; she could scent the creature easily, and could tell she was quite close. Just a few more steps, and she would be able to see and be seen, by the varg in question. Darting once more; this time behind a tree, she padded forwards again, having narrowly dodged a human with a metal firestick; a gun. She crept forwards once more. She was determined; she didn't no why, but she felt compelled to save this particular varg. She was almost there, almost. She hid in the shadows, and waited for the humans to leave the area, knowing full well the wolf could see her, and hoping he, or she, as her scents indicated a fea, would not make any movements which could reveal the lilac f'mmora known simply, as Mystic...