Survival 101 - (Alice's Faith)
Survival 101 - Alice's Faith
March 4th 2006
Blog Entry 5
She wanted to leave: go out the front door, never look back, get out of town.
Downstairs, the fight was on, on and heavy. Alice did not hear Damien's cry for help to his pack totem, or perhaps she was not paying attention as her human form took over once again. The exit to the outside world looked so damned inviting, now that it was coming into view on the first floor. But something drew her back, held her inside the house. Whatever it was, it pained her as she heard the canine yelps beneath her feet.
Reluctant - perhaps she was still trying to convince herself that Luna's Avatars were nothing but the Brady Bunch on a bad day - she found herself sprinting up the stairs to the second floor for the pack members' rooms. In their bedrooms, she knew there were potential weapons: guns she could use. They had taken them after the mafia gang massacre a while ago, she clearly remembered it. She too, had taken some, but had brought one to the motel where Nick rested, and one in what used to have been Killy's room. Unfortunatly, the boy's room had been in the basement where the fight still raged.
First, she scurried through Mike's bedroom, finding nothing. Then she burst into Miguel's dark room, finding, yet again, no weapon she could use. There was nothing useful for her, for the exeption of a diary which she came upon while rumminaging through a ritual shrine. Though taking note of the object, she tossed it to the ground, going about her search, yet still finding absolutly nothing. Not even a blade other then her own that she could have used.
Distressed, but not losing hope, next and last came Ryan's room. A knot was forming in her stomach by then, painful and heavy, one she hardly understood yet. She spent the longest time in the alpha's bedroom, at first finding it to be as deprived of weapons as the rest of the rooms. Refusing to give up and believe Ryan held all his firearms on him, she kept on searching, passionate and uncaring for the artifacts she might break while a new sort of panic was taking her over. It took a while, but finally, she found a suitable weapon: it was the tranquilizer gun the pack had used on Nathan way back when, with one dart remaining. She escaped a sour laughter of victory, taking a hold of the gun and hurrying back to the basement.
In the infirmary room, the fight was still going on strong, this time between Ryan and Miguel alone - a blind, bloody fight for nothing short of anguished survival. Damien's luck was to be uncountious, as both Garuu's saw no more interest in a lifeless meat sack.
Blood sprayed over walls, furr raising in patches with each hit one or the other was taking. Ryan's bloodied and dripping hand eventually rose to his shoulder level, striking Miguel hard enough to send him crashing through the wall, taking the bar on the other side along with him. The sound of breaking bottles and crooked wood and plaster was followed by a painful howl, which tripled Miguel's blind determination at winning the current fight, for the beast before him - even before death rage had taken his new found enemy over - was not Ryan Cohen, nor Steel-Jaw, nor his alpha. It was a prey, an enemy in the way of his basic survival.
When Alice arrived in the basement with the tranquilizer gun, she found Miguel and Ryan looked like a train had hit them both simultaneously. She had gotten there in time to see the black Garuu step back into the infirmary room, his furr patched out by bleeding meat over his chest and arms, his jaw dripping crimson saliva, while Ryan looked just as bad, if not worst.
Taking a deep breathe, she set herself in the stairs, aiming at both beasts. She did not care to aim at one particular Garuu, as long as it hit one of them and sent them to dreamland. But then what?, she thought, there's still going to be one standing, and I'll be the next target. But as she aimed and thought this over, she found she prefered having to deal with one of them then the two of them at once. She pulled the trigger at last, squeezing so tightly her nerves twitched painfully at the fingertip.
The dart hit Miguel in the shoulder, but he did not seem to register it at all, swinging back and forth at the rusty red animal in front of him. Alice had nearly lost hope the dart had been loaded at all when she noticed Miguel wavering, getting tired while the toxins in his bloodstream finally had an effect.
She watched uneasilly, getting mentaly prepared to have Ryan swirl on his paws and come at her, but none of that happened. In fact, her eyes grew wide as she looked over the large barel of the weapon, before moving it down slowly. As a white light blinded her, Miguel and Ryan were sent back to crash against opposing walls, then fell sprawled on the ground.
"Stop it!", came a commanding voice, shared between a beautiful, mystical creature's, and that of a human being's. A wolf now stood in the middle of the room, its furr as white as the milky way, shining with an imaginary moonlight in waves. Its eyes, a piercing blue, were authoritary, but also soft, if not sad and pleading.
Alice found herself dropping down in a sitting position in the stairs, staring in awe at Muraco, Luna's Avatar's pack totem, whom she came to see for the very first time.
"Wow...", was all she managed to whisper...
To be continued...
March 4th 2006
Blog Entry 5
She wanted to leave: go out the front door, never look back, get out of town.
Downstairs, the fight was on, on and heavy. Alice did not hear Damien's cry for help to his pack totem, or perhaps she was not paying attention as her human form took over once again. The exit to the outside world looked so damned inviting, now that it was coming into view on the first floor. But something drew her back, held her inside the house. Whatever it was, it pained her as she heard the canine yelps beneath her feet.
Reluctant - perhaps she was still trying to convince herself that Luna's Avatars were nothing but the Brady Bunch on a bad day - she found herself sprinting up the stairs to the second floor for the pack members' rooms. In their bedrooms, she knew there were potential weapons: guns she could use. They had taken them after the mafia gang massacre a while ago, she clearly remembered it. She too, had taken some, but had brought one to the motel where Nick rested, and one in what used to have been Killy's room. Unfortunatly, the boy's room had been in the basement where the fight still raged.
First, she scurried through Mike's bedroom, finding nothing. Then she burst into Miguel's dark room, finding, yet again, no weapon she could use. There was nothing useful for her, for the exeption of a diary which she came upon while rumminaging through a ritual shrine. Though taking note of the object, she tossed it to the ground, going about her search, yet still finding absolutly nothing. Not even a blade other then her own that she could have used.
Distressed, but not losing hope, next and last came Ryan's room. A knot was forming in her stomach by then, painful and heavy, one she hardly understood yet. She spent the longest time in the alpha's bedroom, at first finding it to be as deprived of weapons as the rest of the rooms. Refusing to give up and believe Ryan held all his firearms on him, she kept on searching, passionate and uncaring for the artifacts she might break while a new sort of panic was taking her over. It took a while, but finally, she found a suitable weapon: it was the tranquilizer gun the pack had used on Nathan way back when, with one dart remaining. She escaped a sour laughter of victory, taking a hold of the gun and hurrying back to the basement.
In the infirmary room, the fight was still going on strong, this time between Ryan and Miguel alone - a blind, bloody fight for nothing short of anguished survival. Damien's luck was to be uncountious, as both Garuu's saw no more interest in a lifeless meat sack.
Blood sprayed over walls, furr raising in patches with each hit one or the other was taking. Ryan's bloodied and dripping hand eventually rose to his shoulder level, striking Miguel hard enough to send him crashing through the wall, taking the bar on the other side along with him. The sound of breaking bottles and crooked wood and plaster was followed by a painful howl, which tripled Miguel's blind determination at winning the current fight, for the beast before him - even before death rage had taken his new found enemy over - was not Ryan Cohen, nor Steel-Jaw, nor his alpha. It was a prey, an enemy in the way of his basic survival.
When Alice arrived in the basement with the tranquilizer gun, she found Miguel and Ryan looked like a train had hit them both simultaneously. She had gotten there in time to see the black Garuu step back into the infirmary room, his furr patched out by bleeding meat over his chest and arms, his jaw dripping crimson saliva, while Ryan looked just as bad, if not worst.
Taking a deep breathe, she set herself in the stairs, aiming at both beasts. She did not care to aim at one particular Garuu, as long as it hit one of them and sent them to dreamland. But then what?, she thought, there's still going to be one standing, and I'll be the next target. But as she aimed and thought this over, she found she prefered having to deal with one of them then the two of them at once. She pulled the trigger at last, squeezing so tightly her nerves twitched painfully at the fingertip.
The dart hit Miguel in the shoulder, but he did not seem to register it at all, swinging back and forth at the rusty red animal in front of him. Alice had nearly lost hope the dart had been loaded at all when she noticed Miguel wavering, getting tired while the toxins in his bloodstream finally had an effect.
She watched uneasilly, getting mentaly prepared to have Ryan swirl on his paws and come at her, but none of that happened. In fact, her eyes grew wide as she looked over the large barel of the weapon, before moving it down slowly. As a white light blinded her, Miguel and Ryan were sent back to crash against opposing walls, then fell sprawled on the ground.
"Stop it!", came a commanding voice, shared between a beautiful, mystical creature's, and that of a human being's. A wolf now stood in the middle of the room, its furr as white as the milky way, shining with an imaginary moonlight in waves. Its eyes, a piercing blue, were authoritary, but also soft, if not sad and pleading.
Alice found herself dropping down in a sitting position in the stairs, staring in awe at Muraco, Luna's Avatar's pack totem, whom she came to see for the very first time.
"Wow...", was all she managed to whisper...
To be continued...
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