Noiseless Storms [o]

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Orthos

Posed on the rocks, the male knew there was nothing to be done but to close his eyes. His throat convulsed as the waves roared, and the onset of the spring storm was coming faster and faster. It was romantic to see the billowing black clouds to make their way across the ocean, coming to strike the lands of Somerset. It never occurred to him to get out of the water, to step off the rocks. But then again, it would not have mattered anyway.

The male found himself chanting, the words coming quicker the more times the repetition fell off his lips. The words he spoke was not a native language to the island, a confusing state of mind that in comparison it had been released to the male who had been born on the Coast itself.

"Φαντάσματα των νεκρών, μ 'ακούς!
Ζωή κλαπεί, μ 'ακούς!
νεκρών κραυγές, μ 'ακούς!

Φωτιά μέσα από το βασίλειο,
σπάσει τα εμπόδια,
ανατρέψει τα βασίλεια των ψευδοπροφητών!

Ακούστε με!

Αναπνεύστε τη ζωή σας πίσω σε αυτό το βασίλειο
φέρει πίσω πόδια σας, που συνθλίβονται από τη γη.
Δαίμονες των νεκρών προγόνων λύκος,
ακούς!"

The shudder stiffened the posture of the male, his head dropping as the waves rose to lash at his face. It marked him as he could have sworn the world was moving beneath his paws, and he threw his head down into the water as the lightning lit the sky, hitting outside of the range that could have taken him down.

When his head rose, dripping, he threw his head back and howled with the thunder that burst through the air, sinking into the water as if he was positive it was going to steal him away.


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Welcome to Crazyland, may I take your order?
Greek is translated strictly through google, thus will likely be wrong.

Ghosts of the dead, hear me!
Life stolen, hear me!
dead cries, hear me!

Fire through the realm,
break the barriers,
topple the kingdoms of false prophets!

Hear me!

Breathe your life back to this realm
bring back your paws that crushed the earth.
Demons of the dead wolf ancestors,
hear me!

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Just as Kerberos has promised, he had found her a new sleeping place. It wasn't any more comfortable than the old one, save that it was further away from Maxim. Considering that she wasn't sure how much to dislike the male and how much she ought to give him a chance because he couldn't help his upbringing, the greater the distance was, the better for her state of mind. 

But it was as dull as ever, and she hated the lonliness. She was given too much time with her thoughts, and those thoughts were no longer as bright and fanciful as they had once been. Now they were dark and gloomy - poor company and rather draining on the spirit. It didn't help that her king's fractured mind didn't realise that she needed access to fresh water and food.

Thus, she was underway. Firstly to get something to drink, and secondly to bring down a plump rabbit. Granted, it had taken her four attempts in four different areas before she caught something...but food was food. She'd never been very adept at hunting...and whatever meagre skills she used to possess were beyond rusty now. Still, she'd caught something and she was more than happy with that. With a full stomach and feeling suitably refreshed, Namiko followed the sound of the waves. She missed their song on the wind, the chill against her legs and the  tang of salt on her tongue.

She was ambling along the shoreline, the waves tickling her tummy with their foamy crests when heard the oddest sound above the cacophony of wind and waves. She rounded a bluff of rocks at the same time as two things imprinted themselves on her mind. First, a large wolf with his head stuck deep beneath the waves, and second, a jagged flash of lightning that cut through the air and plunged into the fathomless depths of the sea. She shrieked in a mixture of surprise and fear, scrambling for the safety of the rocks in a streak of white.

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Orthos

When the water broke around his head the second time, he found himself gasping for air. It was a little more than what the wolf had planned for, but he had embraced it with a willingness that could not be denied. This was freedom, this was the sense that he could be embraced; and his mouth twisted with a show of amusement. He was a speaker of the Gods, he was a precious individual that had been feared and warned about since the beginning.

The older he got, the more the power filed his mouth. The more he felt drunk on it all. It was an intoxication, it was hard to believe he was in such a state of pleasure. It was thrumming through his veins and all he could count on was his own heartbeat. Lest he fall to the earth and die, he was not about to find himself in a state of concern.

The shriek had not gone unnoticed, it had echoed a bit as the male had drug himself back from the water's edge. When crawling over the larger rocks, he found his gaze almost to be sightless. Trying to find something that was not there, and he narrowed his gaze on the female. Cackling softly, he pulled himself to full height. Tail arched over his back, and eyes glimmered with a nastiness that could not be denied as he found his eyes rolling over the female.

"So you're the dark bitch of the West." Words were just that, words, the announcement purred out of his throat in a way that said he was quite sure of his assertion. He approached her with a swagger, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he offered a wolfish grin, "I know your secrets, Namiko." His voice purred out, loudly speaking so she would be sure to hear him over the sounds of the storm.

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The white wolf stood frozen on the shoreline, trembling with the premonition of something terrible about to happen. The wolf was illuminated by a ghostly light sickering through the heavy storm clouds, grave and forbidding as the water dripped over his cheeks. She shivered, more from the sight than actually feeling cold. The odd words floated tunelessly through her mind, discordant sounds which meant nothing to her. It was eerie, and she wished she had turned tail and fled when she'd had the time.

Now she was trapped in the penetrating gaze, a marble statue as the great wolf stepped casually in her direction. He held himself with arrogance and self-possession, as though the world belonged to him, and him alone. She guessed he was friendly with Kerberos - there was no way her king would tolerate the presence of one so bold and capable otherwise.

She ducked as he stopped before her, ears flattened to her skull as she peered up at him? Black? Who was black? And west? She didn't come from the west! She was born on this very coastline. She stared at him in confusion, blue-grey eyes opened wide. "I fear you are misinformed" she ventured, her voice barely audible over the wind. "I was born on these coastal lands; not in the west.

She squeaked as he leant closer, his terrible promise leaving his lips in the smoothest of drawls. How did he know her name? Why was he staring at her with that sinister smile? She backed away cautiously. On second thoughts, she didn't want to know the answer. No, she wanted to be curled up in her boring den, safe from harm's way.