burn the witch [open]

[Undead]

i am not ready for anything to happen

The desert was dry, hot, and really no suitable place for a creature to be, and yet here was one. A crazy thing, a thing whose mind was long spent, who limped along humming absently to itself.

The creature was a mutt wolf, one whose genes carried proof that it was halfway wolf and halfway coyote. This creature called itself Swamp, and it called itself 'female' though there was really no proof that it was as such. Her pelt, a dark, dim series of browns and grays, was littered with scars and, most recently, several large wounds in her left leg. Her eyes were a dull, swamp green, and the pupils seemed almost translucent. She was nearly blind, nearly out of her mind, and not a pleasant-looking creature in the least.

Swamp limped along the desert, forgetting entirely why she had come there in the first place. She'd had a thought in her head, one that she'd long forgotten now, but it had been there. It had been a simple thought, comprised of but a single word: pack. However, as Swamp zipped off across the land, she'd been distracted by an invisible bug under her skin, and she had chewed her leg viciously for a while. And after giving it a good chew, after it was adorned with open and bleeding cuts, Swamp moved on, and continued her journey. Not knowing the territory well, she found herself in the desert, and the searing heat and pain in her leg made her forget all about her desire to find a pack.

What would she do with a pack anyway? It wasn't as if anyone in their right mind would accept this deviously strange creature, this incarnation of insanity.

Swamp sat for a moment, squinting as the sand passed through her eyes. She couldn't see worth shit. She knew this was a desert, but oh hell, like she knew where anything else was! Couldn't see, couldn't see. Could see, but couldn't see anything that would help her identify where she was going, no, the things she saw revolved around terrible visions and demonic creatures and death, stinking, terrible death. Swamp adjusted, and began licking at the already quite irritated wound.

i should have murdered this that murders me

[Undead]

[aaaanybody? ;D]

[kkristen2000]

[ok i might as well join]
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Krystal looked around the desert. she looked around, up at the sun, then down at the sand.
"this is hopeless, i cant beleive that scent of a rabbit lead me all the way out here" she said, sniffing the air, only finding a faint scent, she howled loudly and remained on the sand, sitting where she was, hoping someone would find her soon.

[dragontamer1]

Comet approach from the north, heading to his secret oasis. Comet disliked having company, and liked it best when he was alone and unknown by others. Swamps scent hit his nose." ugh! That's foul." he peered over the edge and saw the creature responsible for the horrible stench. In the distance, he saw Krystal.

[Undead]

i am not ready for anything to happen

A loud, shrill noise assaulted Swamp's highly sensitive, large ears, and she flicked them back in annoyance and narrowed her eyes pointlessly. Swamp could not see the creature, but she vaguely understood that it was one of her own, a canine creature not unlike herself. Swamp knew that noise that she had made was one that wolves often made, though one she had not personally made in quite some time. Perhaps she had forgotten, perhaps she just had no desire, or perhaps the ability slipped from her not unlike the way her mind had slipped from her; Swamp was not a sane creature.

Swamp winced at the sound of the wolf's howl, stopped licking herself, and gave a low, nervous sort of growl.

Her voice, a husky, ambiguous sort of voice, the kind that could have just as easily belonged to a man as it could a woman, sounded with the words, raspily spoken: "Who...is...there?"

Her voice held no emotion, it was flat, robotic. Swamp took a deep breath inwards, sucking the scent of the now pair of wolves near to her into her nose, carefully deciphering the secrets their smells held. One was male, one was female. She gave a low hissing growl again, unsure of what to do and how to behave.

i should have murdered this that murders me

[kkristen2000]

Krystal ears fell, as she heard the growling. she looked around, now smelling 2 scents. 1 was familiar, like she had met that wolf before, the other was the one she smelled earlier, who was unfamiliar. she got up and ran to the second wolf, following her nose, which was guiding her to the familiar scent.

[dragontamer1]

Comet saw Krystal run torwards him. "dang it! why can't she leave me along! everywhere I go, she's there!" he huffed, looking back at Swamp. "that one is seriously insane." he paused. "maybe even mad." he looked at the appronching shape of Krystal. "she's going to run right into it!"

[Undead]

i am not ready for anything to happen

Swamp's growling grew louder yet as she heard the she-wolf's running approach. Though Swamp was sure she were passing her by to see the male wolf, she growled nonetheless, displeased with the proximity of the other creature. Swamp was not happy, not at all, no, no, no. Her lips twitched, her teeth showed, and a low growl escaped her throat.

She limped towards the male wolf, hearing him speak, though she couldn't make out what words he spoke. She growled all the while, unsure, frightened, her ears flicked back instead of confidently being positioned forward in the stance of a powerful creature. No, Swamp's ears were back, her tail between her legs, and her voice a constant snarl.

"Who...is...there?" she repeated again in her flat, growly, emotionless voice, the pauses evident between each word as if it were a huge effort to speak each one of them (and perhaps it was).

i should have murdered this that murders me

[kkristen2000]

Krystal stopped running, and finally noticed who the familiar wolf was. comet? Why is he here? she thought to herself, but as the other she-wolf moved towards comet, Krystal padded slowly towards the other she-wolf.
"I am krystal. i am unfamiliar to you and i just came for some food, it is cioncidence only that i happen to meet you 2 here." she explained, pulling her ears back, hoping she wont get hit, by either of them.

[dragontamer1]

Comet watch from the rock, perched to jump if the creature attacked.

[Undead]

i am not ready for anything to happen

Swamp's voice resounded into low snarls, one after the other, as the other wolf approached. She couldn't see her clearly; all she saw was a dark shape against a bright background, slowly approaching her. She heard the wolf's steps, her breathing, if she listened closely enough, her heartbeat. Everything grew closer, stronger, more overwhelming with each step the she-wolf took closer to Swamp, and in her head a buzzing sound grew louder, driving her further mad than she already was; like a hammer hitting a nail.

"Us...two?" Swamp's snarled and scratchy voice sounded, vaguely understanding what the she-wolf was speaking of. At first, she felt confusion, but then Swamp quickly remembered the other smell, the second wolf in the area. She could feel his presence, he was nearby but not near enough that he might speak to her without having to yell. She was glad he wasn't yelling.

Swamp's ears flicked back, her tail, which was already down, moved slowly between her legs.

Krystal, that was her name. Krystal. Krystal. Krystal. The name would probably soon be forgotten, so Swamp repeated it in her head, hoping it would stay there for later reference. Krystal. Krystal. Krystal. Like ice. Like precious stones. Krystal.

As the she-wolf opposite her (Krystal) took on a more submissive stance, the smell of fear, light but still existant, hit Swamp and it bothered her. She'd never liked that smell. Her snarling resumed for a moment. Swamp was very nervous around other wolves, and her madness had not helped this in the least.

Confusion washed over her. Where to go from here? Where to go when one was so unsure of how to react to such an introduction? Swamp shivered; it wasn't cold (in fact she was quite hot and bothered underneath her thick fur coat), but there was something about this experience that chilled the mad wolf.

i should have murdered this that murders me

[kkristen2000]

Krystal then shook her head, looked at comet then turned.
"I suppose ill be on my way then..." she said, turning her body and slowly padding away.

[dragontamer1]

Comet ran to Krystal. "get away from that thing. its mad." he nosed her away. "mad, not foaming-mouth mad, but brain-mad. unstable. insane."

[Undead]

[sorry for the late reply D: been busy]

i am not ready for anything to happen

Swamp gave her nearly-blind eyes a pointless blink, observing what she could see (which was really very little, a pair of dark shapes moving about on an orange background), she vaguely saw the second shape charge to the first one and move her from Swamp's way. He worried for her. She panted and gave one of her long ears a casual scratch.

"I don't enjoy being called...mad," she hissed, her voice always so rickety. Her voice sounded nearly as unstable as her mind was, as if it might fall apart at any second and she might lose her ability to speak. It was a very peculiar thing.

The wind blew a bit of sand into her eyes, she blinked again, irritated with it. At least, she thought, the demons had yet to bother her. It was times like that that she really questioned herself, and wondered how much was real and how much was all in her head. But then again, though she couldn't see them clearly, it all SEEMED very real. And very, very much terrifying.

i should have murdered this that murders me

[dragontamer1]

Comet ignored Swamp. "come on." he said to Krystal.