Post by l y r i c ;; on Aug 17, 2010 21:48:39 GMT -7
you woke up , in pieces ,
lyrical stonefeather.
lyric - and only lyric.
female.
grey wolf.
six.
heterosexual.
aetos.
subordinate.
telepathy.
from making these changes ,
fur color:
monochrome - silvers & grays & whites.
eye color:
right eye is red/pink/indigo & left is orange/green/cyan
height:
forty inches.
weight:
one-hundred pounds.
build:
typical of a healthy wolf.
noticeable marks:
besides her eye colors and her lack of pigment in her fur she lacks in markings.
quick description:
Lyrical is your typical white grey wolf - with a few exceptions. In the out of character modern day world wolves don't act like she does, they don't look like she does, and they certainly aren't like she is. But of course, here at Thirteen you've have made a few exceptions to that rule. Unlike the wolves of modern day Earth - Lyrical has fur in all shades of silver, grey, and white. There isn't any 'color' pigment in her fur, meaning the otherwise genetically impossible feat of the "pure white wolf" has been completed in her design. Of course she isn't pure white - the grey and silver have seen to that - but there are no browns, reds, golds, or blacks in any inch of her clean, natural coat. Her most usual feature is that of her eyes - mismatched and multicolored to their own respective colors. Her right contains shades of red, pink, and indigo(purple) while her left is a swirling mix of blue, green, and orange. Her build isn't exactly unique, she's slim, fit, and slightly muscled from years of use out in the wild - and fed just that "perfect" amount so that she doesn't appear to fat or to skinny. She stands at forty inches and weighs about one-hundred pounds.
and holding the ransom ,
won't write you an anthem ,
Convict.
despite popular belief, female.
site hopping while looking for a new site :D.
FUSION.
this broken heart was stronger then ,
WARNING. LONG POST. Read at your own risk. ;D
ooc; Just A Note.
Ace's Death scene. It's going to be really long and heart breaking. C= Trust me. It shall be. Kite will be my next main character, along with my lovely Fate. < 3 I'm going to miss Ace, maybe after a while I'll have Chance seek out a native Shaman who can resurrect him. I don't know. So since I need a long intro as to why I am killing off Ace, it is simple. He has become a whacked up in the head psycho, and I didn't want him to actually betray poor Faithless to the point that she would kill him. I've had a great time with him. C= It makes me sad to just kill him, but seeing as Mally is right, and he has tied himself into so many knots he is about to just snap. Not that snapping is a bad thing, but I need something new to work with. For all who don't know or are new and reading this, Ace has been around for almost a year, and I don't know how that happened. XD I never keep characters around that long. So in an attempt to beat the longest post on Svajone, and in Ace's honor, I shall attempt to get over 2000+ words in this post. HAHA. This might take a while. But he is worth it. Don't worry, there won't be much gore, only a little bit which I can highlight in different colors. >< a lot of this is going to be flashback of Ace's life. Past & Present. So It will get kind of crazy. Be warned. It will be a lot of reading, and the color scheme for every paragraph is going to fade from Black, to white. (The white is just going to say "The End. Forever loved. Ace bids you farewell.) Or something like that.
I tried so hard and got so far...
He knew why he had come here. To be alone. To think. To let his insanity free. But why the hell did he keep remembering all the sad points that had wounded his soul? And that damn Ace. Fighting against what he knew would over power him. He was...INSANE! Yes, that was the perfect word for himself. A frown lined his thoughts as another thought of his past trickled into the depth of his mind. What was he doing, dying?!? "Ugh." he grunted turning his attention to this memory. "Across a thousand skies you will never be one of us Ace!" The first elder howled in his face, he shrunk back surely afraid as many more of them began to circle him, several were chanting in their native tongue. As he cowered another stepped forward. "Be at peace child, they only fear the mark that has been placed upon your head. You are different, and you must go. Far from here, and soon. The full moon is rising and when that time comes your life will be in danger. He is coming for you." A fragment of memory, shattered and long forgotten ran though his head as he swayed with the wind at the shore of the sea. He moved with a slow step, like a waltz as he carelessly kicked up dirt. Each thought that came to mind bothered him, infuriated him! These were Ace's memories, not his own. Although in a way he was Ace, yet not. An alter-ego in a way. A demon in control. On a rampage. No. Much worse. The snapped insane version of Ace, birthed by betrayal and confusion. Pain. Oh so much that could come from such an fate. But that damn sanity that nagged at the back of his mind was slowly taking over control of his legs, moving them where he did not please them to go. "Damn it Ace." Such a character would growl at himself with every lopsided step he took. Closer he was coming, closer... Another thought pulsed through his head. "Where are those god damn dogs?" called out one man as he tossed another box of supplies into the truck. "I thought that Marco had all of them rounded up. The professor won't be happy." His eyes shifted to a cage were a rather oddly marked pup sat staring at him with wide eyes, the man rolled his eyes. "This is supposed to be the next sire of the group? Looks like a wolf to me....John, grab my gun. This little fella won't be infecting our ring with his wolf blood at all, not good for a wolf to be tame anywho....lets have a little fun, Shall we?" The wolf chuckled softly, "You should have died when you had the chance, now look at yourself!" A grin was plastered to his face as he inched closer to the water.
The darkness was slowly sinking into the ocean as the world gave up the light it so desperately needed to survive. As the sun set a full moon rose slowly over the southern sky. The male paused, staring at the sky for a long moment as another brief moment of Ace's past found its way into his thoughts. "Do you want to die?" The voice cooed. "Ace? Do you want to die? Or would you rather loose you sanity just to see your beloved Faithless again? And what of your status or those pups your now mate is going to give birth to in only a matter of days?" the same voice snickered as a he turned around in a fast circle, searching...searching.... "Why me?!?" He called out desperately, "Why did you choose me!" An interest spark in the males eyes as he watched the ocean. "Hrm. No wonder you are so weak. You cling to the past." He took another involuntary step forward, paws now soaking in the cold water as the moon rose higher into the sky. There was no soul who would be smart enough to intrude as the male fought his own sanity. The insanity taking over again as he strode out of the water and closer to the edge of the cliff, at the base along the beach as he looked out into the water and at the lonely site of the Barak Rocks out at sea. His body shook as his will was attempting to over power his mind, the sanity that drove him crazy was winning again as he scrambled up the side of the cliff and then reaching the top looked out over the ocean. The moon, now high enough in the sky to cast enough light to see the beauty of the ocean one last time. ""Ace!" Faithless had called him with such concern once. It had been...an odd feeling. "Faithless?" there was a time once where he had been so happy to see her... Ah. Yes. That was why he hadn't chucked himself off the cliff. Attachments... Thought the male as he peered over the edge his claws curled around the edge of the rock. No wonder? Everything was so bluntly obvious with his guy. "You fool." the male muttered to himself as he moved with a slight pain. His gaze cast down as each involuntary movement propelled him closer to the cliff.
The was a long pause, then another thought that went thought his head. He had been standing on this very cliff, so many years ago when he had washed up on the shore, there was no life here. Well, there was but it had been hidden from his eyes. Closing his eyes he had moved one paw so that it was hanging over the edge as he was so close to just ending it all. He had already lost so much. But he had heard them approach, and turning around he was surprised to see an old she-wolf. Heavily pregnant and close to term with her face showing pity for his condition. "I wouldn't go that close to the water child." Another long forgotten voice had warned him. "Many lives had been lost among those rocks." He had stared at her for the longest time, then she nodded slowly. "Come child," She had whispered quietly as she turned away from the sea, "My pack shall know what to do with you." He had found a home on the island as a pup. The insanity chuckled quietly. "They are nothing to you now boy. Give up." A snarl, certainly not from the current winner of the game, left his lips. He teetered over the edge of the cliff and with one swift moment fell. But this falling had then he dove, swan dived right into the heart of the sea. Landing only inches away from the rock he thought would have surely been his end. With a single splash he found himself drenched and cold. Every muscle now frozen with free made a stiff stroke toward the sea, those lonely rocks. Peace. The fool just wants peace. Another small sigh after a long breathe, nose up in the air to avoid the stench of salt or the unpleasant burning of the sea up his nose. Each stroke the sanity was winning over the insanity, the true Ace. He was caught in this endless battle. A battle of whits. Several hundred feet away from the rock, the sanity had won.
He had reached a crawling pace as he approached the small string of stepping stone and heaved himself up onto the slippery surface. His first attempt had left him splashing back into the icy water with a thud. And his second. But the third time was the charm as he scrambled onto the rocks exhausted. Coughing rather violently he gazed up at the sky, there was a peace in the stars that he rather longed for, something he would not have till his death. For a moment he stood still, frozen in time like a picture in the mind of himself. It was only this time that he had come to understand what they had meant so long ago. His bitter past and his current betrayal. No wonder he had turned into such a monster. "Why do you look at the world so child?" an elder had asked him once when they had stood on the edge of a sheer rock face after a ledge had collapsed onto a small family below them. The last of the native eastern wolves before the new pack had moved in. He had merely shook his head with a sad sigh. "It is not that I see the world differently..." he had whispered turning to look at the face of a white female he had come to know well. "It is that I think of it differently." She had laughed softly and nodded. "Perhaps I will one day understand why you do what you must do." Three days later. She was killed. Another long pause as he jumped quietly from rock to rock. Each step he took with great care and each click of his nails silently gave away to the steady hum of the ocean. For once in his life he was terrified of this place. More terrified of peace and quiet than anything. It just had never been something he could get used to. One last glance at the moon before he studied the rock below. Each jagged point left a welcome opening, perhaps to welcome. He eyed them for the longest moment and stifled a growl at his thoughts. "It is what you seek..." he whispered hoarsely to himself with a silent yearning for death. "But so soon...and what would become of Faithless and the pups!?!" he would argue this fact many times as much as he knew it was useless. The pups were grown enough. Faithless was growing tired of him. There was times of war and an useless Alpha was not worth being a leader in it. Another reason to die....his pack was worthy of so much more.
As he came closer to the sharp points below him he realized this would be ideal for a message. He knew his time grew short as each pain in his head began to sink in. Each agonizing thought that had him on his toes watching the sky move slowly. Each breath as he moved to touch the wall with a claw and begin to each only eight dying words. He knew they were the right thing to place on such a sad site. A small breath of relief as each stroke began to spell out another letter.
With his message finished the male watched it for a long moment, the went back to studying the rocks which would be his death.
His eyes closed quietly as he took a step closer, than another. Each step soon finding no ground and only a small amount of air. Then he was falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Then pain was there. He lay on his bag with each limb straining to hold onto the edges of the face. He paused, taking a free limb and scraping it against his bleeding wound, each cut that has been sewn deep into his neck and chest because of the way he had fallen on it. Covered in blood he waited quietly as the searing pain continued. "Faithless!" He choked, each breathe he was gasping for air. Franticly he struggled, one paw scratching at the air. He knew this was hopeless, he knew he was wrong. He glanced at the message he carved into the wall. With a weak grin showing brightly through his otherwise tattered features he sighed his last breathe of relief. A blood soaked pad reached for the message, leaving a single well made paw print next to the message. For a long moment he watched the message, hoping that perhaps one day she would find it. The words played in his mind for a each of his last seconds in this world. Each tender word tore at his heart as the feeling of peace overwhelmed him. The pain in his body seemed to melt away in the ocean's soft lapping over the rock. He shuddered, the last feeling of emotion ceasing as he lay there, broken into a million piece of confusion. The shattering of a mirror which could only bring him horrible luck. In death there was another promise of life. He knew that. His soul would run free and watch over those he had left. Free, and truly forgotten. As he lost each ounce of strength he had left his body slowly slid off the rock. Somewhere above him a bird cried out as the ocean's current and the moons tide slowly dragged his body back to shore. Perhaps one day they would come to understand the story of Ace. Perhaps. Fate and Destiny. Combined with a little Chance, and a lot of Faith. His life left its own legacy with those he had come to love. One day. Someday. They would all come to understand the lonely message inscribed on a rock for as along as the elements would allow. The wind rustled the world around him. A human quote his soul carried almost spoke to the world as his soul was carried away with it. "Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened." It whispered, stretching each word with it. Then it was followed by a light hearted chuckle, he was free. And as happy as he could ever be.
The message read this: "To my Faith. My Children. My pack." - Ace
Rest in Peace. Ace. < 3
...but in the end it doesn't even matter.
lyrical stonefeather.
lyric - and only lyric.
female.
grey wolf.
six.
heterosexual.
aetos.
subordinate.
telepathy.
from making these changes ,
fur color:
monochrome - silvers & grays & whites.
eye color:
right eye is red/pink/indigo & left is orange/green/cyan
height:
forty inches.
weight:
one-hundred pounds.
build:
typical of a healthy wolf.
noticeable marks:
besides her eye colors and her lack of pigment in her fur she lacks in markings.
quick description:
Lyrical is your typical white grey wolf - with a few exceptions. In the out of character modern day world wolves don't act like she does, they don't look like she does, and they certainly aren't like she is. But of course, here at Thirteen you've have made a few exceptions to that rule. Unlike the wolves of modern day Earth - Lyrical has fur in all shades of silver, grey, and white. There isn't any 'color' pigment in her fur, meaning the otherwise genetically impossible feat of the "pure white wolf" has been completed in her design. Of course she isn't pure white - the grey and silver have seen to that - but there are no browns, reds, golds, or blacks in any inch of her clean, natural coat. Her most usual feature is that of her eyes - mismatched and multicolored to their own respective colors. Her right contains shades of red, pink, and indigo(purple) while her left is a swirling mix of blue, green, and orange. Her build isn't exactly unique, she's slim, fit, and slightly muscled from years of use out in the wild - and fed just that "perfect" amount so that she doesn't appear to fat or to skinny. She stands at forty inches and weighs about one-hundred pounds.
and holding the ransom ,
Caution - handle with care. That is the number one rule when dealing with Lyrical. Unlike many of the Aetos gang Lyrical isn't the "relaxed and laid back" type. She's edgy, slightly paranoid, a tad bit OCD and has a terrible fear of height. Okay - whoa. Hold on and lets just back up for a moment. Meet Lyrical. Your almost average in everyday wolf in a world that magic exists. She's smart, she likes to think that she is funny, but in all truth its really just a facade. Facade? Yes, Facade. Underneath her beauty and intelligence lies a monster. What sort of monster might you ask? The kind that has secretly been harboring those lovely dark emotions through out her lifetime and plots to change the world.
Now - its all good fun if you as me - but Lyrical doesn't think so. She is a very serious soul - the kind that expects a straight answer or on time delivery of some task, object, or other thing. She has also got the bad habit of having to do things in a certain order. For example, in the morning she must clean her fur - starting with her tail and ending with her feet - then she must find breakfast (if hungry), mingle with the pack, and go find a quiet spot to think before being rudely interrupted by some poor soul that needs to get his ass kicked before returning to his daily life. I would say she is slightly OCD.
Lyrical is edgy, paranoid, fearful. Her lack of trust in both her pack mates and strangers is astounding to some other out there. It is thought that when she was young she was either abused or misused by some other soul - but that isn't for me to tell. She frequently worries about things - both the little and the big - especially the rare soul that she has grown fond of over time.
Her Telepathy does little to end her paranoia streaks. Although she is prone to picking up the ideas on others minds like they were shouting them out with a microphone, it isn't exactly high-definition. She hears bits and pieces of things, especially on a mind that she hasn't encountered before. Think of it this wave - every mind has a different "frequency" and over time these frequencies are subject to change as they adapt to their surroundings. For example - if I put a satellite on your roof the channels don't instantly work - I've got to fiddle with it and "tune" it before it does. Telepathy in Lyric's case works like that - she can't control it completely and has to adapt or adjust it before she can just *poof* read minds.
Lyrical has got a terrible fear of heights. As a puppy she and her brother - Bane - were playing along the Cliffs in Aetos territory when a mysterious force (unknown or unremembered) pushed the two of them over the edge of the Cliff (which they hadn't been very close to) and sent the two plummeting to their deaths. However, luckily for Lyrical she was rescued by an Air Control user - one that is very well know. Banshee. The Queen of the Aetos. Bane however, was not so lucky and was killed. Lyric never felt comfortable their since.
Banshee. Now there is something to be said about loyalty - the kind of loyalty that is earned when someone saves your life. Her "Queen" is also one of the few souls Lyrical is eternally grateful to and would probably give her life for. While they share some of the same ideals (Aetos = love, Niamh & Tidus need to die, and Lotus is crazy)...her view on other things is quite different.
Although she does have a general dislike of males, in her recent years she has found that she has become more and more attracted to them. A secret - but perhaps not so silent desire - is for her love of the younger generations...and that of a future litter of puppies. By nature, Lyrical tends to be motherly and does in fact have a soft side. *GASP* One of her deepest, darkest, utmost desire is to find a mate and produce a beautiful litter of puppies who will one day do great things. (Hey - she can dream can't she?)
Now. Back to that underlying plotting dark side - she is truthfully harmless. Many of these so called fantasies are left in the dark depths of her mind. It doesn't mean she isn't dangerous or slightly crazy...but truthfully she does pay heed to her common sense enough to know right from wrong and up from down. Of course, it also doesn't mean that her future will turn out very brightly with a little bit of nudging and a whole lot of misguiding. ;D Only time will tell if you can see what I have in mind for this pretty little lady.
won't write you an anthem ,
Convict.
despite popular belief, female.
site hopping while looking for a new site :D.
FUSION.
this broken heart was stronger then ,
WARNING. LONG POST. Read at your own risk. ;D
ooc; Just A Note.
Ace's Death scene. It's going to be really long and heart breaking. C= Trust me. It shall be. Kite will be my next main character, along with my lovely Fate. < 3 I'm going to miss Ace, maybe after a while I'll have Chance seek out a native Shaman who can resurrect him. I don't know. So since I need a long intro as to why I am killing off Ace, it is simple. He has become a whacked up in the head psycho, and I didn't want him to actually betray poor Faithless to the point that she would kill him. I've had a great time with him. C= It makes me sad to just kill him, but seeing as Mally is right, and he has tied himself into so many knots he is about to just snap. Not that snapping is a bad thing, but I need something new to work with. For all who don't know or are new and reading this, Ace has been around for almost a year, and I don't know how that happened. XD I never keep characters around that long. So in an attempt to beat the longest post on Svajone, and in Ace's honor, I shall attempt to get over 2000+ words in this post. HAHA. This might take a while. But he is worth it. Don't worry, there won't be much gore, only a little bit which I can highlight in different colors. >< a lot of this is going to be flashback of Ace's life. Past & Present. So It will get kind of crazy. Be warned. It will be a lot of reading, and the color scheme for every paragraph is going to fade from Black, to white. (The white is just going to say "The End. Forever loved. Ace bids you farewell.) Or something like that.
I tried so hard and got so far...
He knew why he had come here. To be alone. To think. To let his insanity free. But why the hell did he keep remembering all the sad points that had wounded his soul? And that damn Ace. Fighting against what he knew would over power him. He was...INSANE! Yes, that was the perfect word for himself. A frown lined his thoughts as another thought of his past trickled into the depth of his mind. What was he doing, dying?!? "Ugh." he grunted turning his attention to this memory. "Across a thousand skies you will never be one of us Ace!" The first elder howled in his face, he shrunk back surely afraid as many more of them began to circle him, several were chanting in their native tongue. As he cowered another stepped forward. "Be at peace child, they only fear the mark that has been placed upon your head. You are different, and you must go. Far from here, and soon. The full moon is rising and when that time comes your life will be in danger. He is coming for you." A fragment of memory, shattered and long forgotten ran though his head as he swayed with the wind at the shore of the sea. He moved with a slow step, like a waltz as he carelessly kicked up dirt. Each thought that came to mind bothered him, infuriated him! These were Ace's memories, not his own. Although in a way he was Ace, yet not. An alter-ego in a way. A demon in control. On a rampage. No. Much worse. The snapped insane version of Ace, birthed by betrayal and confusion. Pain. Oh so much that could come from such an fate. But that damn sanity that nagged at the back of his mind was slowly taking over control of his legs, moving them where he did not please them to go. "Damn it Ace." Such a character would growl at himself with every lopsided step he took. Closer he was coming, closer... Another thought pulsed through his head. "Where are those god damn dogs?" called out one man as he tossed another box of supplies into the truck. "I thought that Marco had all of them rounded up. The professor won't be happy." His eyes shifted to a cage were a rather oddly marked pup sat staring at him with wide eyes, the man rolled his eyes. "This is supposed to be the next sire of the group? Looks like a wolf to me....John, grab my gun. This little fella won't be infecting our ring with his wolf blood at all, not good for a wolf to be tame anywho....lets have a little fun, Shall we?" The wolf chuckled softly, "You should have died when you had the chance, now look at yourself!" A grin was plastered to his face as he inched closer to the water.
The darkness was slowly sinking into the ocean as the world gave up the light it so desperately needed to survive. As the sun set a full moon rose slowly over the southern sky. The male paused, staring at the sky for a long moment as another brief moment of Ace's past found its way into his thoughts. "Do you want to die?" The voice cooed. "Ace? Do you want to die? Or would you rather loose you sanity just to see your beloved Faithless again? And what of your status or those pups your now mate is going to give birth to in only a matter of days?" the same voice snickered as a he turned around in a fast circle, searching...searching.... "Why me?!?" He called out desperately, "Why did you choose me!" An interest spark in the males eyes as he watched the ocean. "Hrm. No wonder you are so weak. You cling to the past." He took another involuntary step forward, paws now soaking in the cold water as the moon rose higher into the sky. There was no soul who would be smart enough to intrude as the male fought his own sanity. The insanity taking over again as he strode out of the water and closer to the edge of the cliff, at the base along the beach as he looked out into the water and at the lonely site of the Barak Rocks out at sea. His body shook as his will was attempting to over power his mind, the sanity that drove him crazy was winning again as he scrambled up the side of the cliff and then reaching the top looked out over the ocean. The moon, now high enough in the sky to cast enough light to see the beauty of the ocean one last time. ""Ace!" Faithless had called him with such concern once. It had been...an odd feeling. "Faithless?" there was a time once where he had been so happy to see her... Ah. Yes. That was why he hadn't chucked himself off the cliff. Attachments... Thought the male as he peered over the edge his claws curled around the edge of the rock. No wonder? Everything was so bluntly obvious with his guy. "You fool." the male muttered to himself as he moved with a slight pain. His gaze cast down as each involuntary movement propelled him closer to the cliff.
The was a long pause, then another thought that went thought his head. He had been standing on this very cliff, so many years ago when he had washed up on the shore, there was no life here. Well, there was but it had been hidden from his eyes. Closing his eyes he had moved one paw so that it was hanging over the edge as he was so close to just ending it all. He had already lost so much. But he had heard them approach, and turning around he was surprised to see an old she-wolf. Heavily pregnant and close to term with her face showing pity for his condition. "I wouldn't go that close to the water child." Another long forgotten voice had warned him. "Many lives had been lost among those rocks." He had stared at her for the longest time, then she nodded slowly. "Come child," She had whispered quietly as she turned away from the sea, "My pack shall know what to do with you." He had found a home on the island as a pup. The insanity chuckled quietly. "They are nothing to you now boy. Give up." A snarl, certainly not from the current winner of the game, left his lips. He teetered over the edge of the cliff and with one swift moment fell. But this falling had then he dove, swan dived right into the heart of the sea. Landing only inches away from the rock he thought would have surely been his end. With a single splash he found himself drenched and cold. Every muscle now frozen with free made a stiff stroke toward the sea, those lonely rocks. Peace. The fool just wants peace. Another small sigh after a long breathe, nose up in the air to avoid the stench of salt or the unpleasant burning of the sea up his nose. Each stroke the sanity was winning over the insanity, the true Ace. He was caught in this endless battle. A battle of whits. Several hundred feet away from the rock, the sanity had won.
He had reached a crawling pace as he approached the small string of stepping stone and heaved himself up onto the slippery surface. His first attempt had left him splashing back into the icy water with a thud. And his second. But the third time was the charm as he scrambled onto the rocks exhausted. Coughing rather violently he gazed up at the sky, there was a peace in the stars that he rather longed for, something he would not have till his death. For a moment he stood still, frozen in time like a picture in the mind of himself. It was only this time that he had come to understand what they had meant so long ago. His bitter past and his current betrayal. No wonder he had turned into such a monster. "Why do you look at the world so child?" an elder had asked him once when they had stood on the edge of a sheer rock face after a ledge had collapsed onto a small family below them. The last of the native eastern wolves before the new pack had moved in. He had merely shook his head with a sad sigh. "It is not that I see the world differently..." he had whispered turning to look at the face of a white female he had come to know well. "It is that I think of it differently." She had laughed softly and nodded. "Perhaps I will one day understand why you do what you must do." Three days later. She was killed. Another long pause as he jumped quietly from rock to rock. Each step he took with great care and each click of his nails silently gave away to the steady hum of the ocean. For once in his life he was terrified of this place. More terrified of peace and quiet than anything. It just had never been something he could get used to. One last glance at the moon before he studied the rock below. Each jagged point left a welcome opening, perhaps to welcome. He eyed them for the longest moment and stifled a growl at his thoughts. "It is what you seek..." he whispered hoarsely to himself with a silent yearning for death. "But so soon...and what would become of Faithless and the pups!?!" he would argue this fact many times as much as he knew it was useless. The pups were grown enough. Faithless was growing tired of him. There was times of war and an useless Alpha was not worth being a leader in it. Another reason to die....his pack was worthy of so much more.
As he came closer to the sharp points below him he realized this would be ideal for a message. He knew his time grew short as each pain in his head began to sink in. Each agonizing thought that had him on his toes watching the sky move slowly. Each breath as he moved to touch the wall with a claw and begin to each only eight dying words. He knew they were the right thing to place on such a sad site. A small breath of relief as each stroke began to spell out another letter.
With his message finished the male watched it for a long moment, the went back to studying the rocks which would be his death.
His eyes closed quietly as he took a step closer, than another. Each step soon finding no ground and only a small amount of air. Then he was falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Then pain was there. He lay on his bag with each limb straining to hold onto the edges of the face. He paused, taking a free limb and scraping it against his bleeding wound, each cut that has been sewn deep into his neck and chest because of the way he had fallen on it. Covered in blood he waited quietly as the searing pain continued. "Faithless!" He choked, each breathe he was gasping for air. Franticly he struggled, one paw scratching at the air. He knew this was hopeless, he knew he was wrong. He glanced at the message he carved into the wall. With a weak grin showing brightly through his otherwise tattered features he sighed his last breathe of relief. A blood soaked pad reached for the message, leaving a single well made paw print next to the message. For a long moment he watched the message, hoping that perhaps one day she would find it. The words played in his mind for a each of his last seconds in this world. Each tender word tore at his heart as the feeling of peace overwhelmed him. The pain in his body seemed to melt away in the ocean's soft lapping over the rock. He shuddered, the last feeling of emotion ceasing as he lay there, broken into a million piece of confusion. The shattering of a mirror which could only bring him horrible luck. In death there was another promise of life. He knew that. His soul would run free and watch over those he had left. Free, and truly forgotten. As he lost each ounce of strength he had left his body slowly slid off the rock. Somewhere above him a bird cried out as the ocean's current and the moons tide slowly dragged his body back to shore. Perhaps one day they would come to understand the story of Ace. Perhaps. Fate and Destiny. Combined with a little Chance, and a lot of Faith. His life left its own legacy with those he had come to love. One day. Someday. They would all come to understand the lonely message inscribed on a rock for as along as the elements would allow. The wind rustled the world around him. A human quote his soul carried almost spoke to the world as his soul was carried away with it. "Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened." It whispered, stretching each word with it. Then it was followed by a light hearted chuckle, he was free. And as happy as he could ever be.
The message read this: "To my Faith. My Children. My pack." - Ace
Rest in Peace. Ace. < 3
...but in the end it doesn't even matter.