Nigerius lands

BattleDemon snorted as she took the skull off BrokeFang then dropped into the water. She looked at his body and saw the crows above her and smiled. "I believe my feathered friends would like to rid the body out of our sights." She said as she stood back and a whole herd of crows and ravens landed on the body and started to eat it.

Cerise, who was now gagging from the sound of flesh being ripped off the body of BrokeFang, turned away at the gruesome sight. After about five more seconds of this she had had enough and went to the stream to get some water and rid her memories of the horrible sight and sounds of what she had just seen. she lowered her head and lapped the water. black streaks streamed through the water, and with a closer veiw she realized they were fish. She licked her lips but remembering that almost fatal accident to where she tried to catch one, she quickly turned her head only to see that the corpse had been stripped of all its meat. Well almost all of its meat... There were some internal organs left and you could see spots of meat on the bones. The smell of wolf flesh reached her nose and almost made her puke. But she hid it the best she could. She hated blood. She would never pass as a surgeon or, heck, maybe even a doctor. Broken bones were one thing, but actually seeing the flesh was another. She walked up to them. "So..." she started. "What now?" she asked curiously to them both.

Nova knew what he wanted to do right now, and that was get as far away from Alva pack as possible. He hated death, and this land reeked of it. He almost was ready to drop civility and run, after seeing the body dumped into the water. But just not quite. "Well, I don't know about you two, but I have to go do...some hunting. Good luck on your endeavors." Nova said quickly yet surely, thinking of some irrelevent excuse. He wasn't even that hungry, but hunting just seemed to be one of the universal cop outs of a conversation that he like to use. With that, Nova set off at a brisk pace back around the lake he had come from, turning his walk into a trot as soon as he was out of sight. He was ready to go home, but did he have enough to show for it if he did go back now?

BattleDemon watched the ravens take most of the flesh. She turned to see Cerise. 'I have no idea." She said as she smiled again, looking at the dead skeleton of her 'pretend' father. "Amazing creatures aren't they?" she asked the others as one of the ravens hopped over to her, bowed it's head, sqawked at Cerise and nova, then flew off with the other ravens.

"Quite..." Cerise says quietly. As the Raven flew off she said "But I prefer the majestic crane, or the elegant swan, or even the daring eagle..." she mutters. She watches the birds fly away but some choose to stay and finish off the organs. She smirks and whistles a four note piece. The birds turn their heads and hop towards her. Some even flying onto her back. She chuckles when a raven nips at her ear. She turns to Battle and whistles another four note piece only it gradually gets higher a she whistles. The birds turn their heads once again but this time at Battle. They begin to hop or fly towards her hopping in front of her and some landing on her head.

BattleDemon glared at the traiterous ravens hop toward the winged she-wolf. "Ravens have always been the friends of the Alva's because they like us like war and even the red tailed hawk." She replied to Cerise when she said she prefer something else. Then she growled when the traiterous ravens came over to her. She shook them off and let out a battle cry. A loud giant screech replied as a giant red tailed hawk circled over and the ravens flew away, afraid of their older, more predatory cousin. She smiled and watched the red tailed hawk fly away too.

Her ears drooped as the birds left. "We Avira wolves are connected to all flying creatures..." she says calmly. "We can call certain ones with a four not song that could either be sung or whistled. The song is called Aderyn which means bird." she lets out a four not piece though now singing it. After she finishes wing flaps could be heard and soon after white doves fly out of the forest and above their heads creating a magnificent sight. When the birds pass she turns to BattleDemon and sings Aderyn again. A bald eagle flies out of the forst and lands inbetween them. "Sorry its not a hawk..." she says quietly. "You know most wolves in Avira have bird companions that fight along side of them..." she says twindeling with the handle on the little lanturn which its flame still flickers brightly providing a little light for them as the woods grew dark. "Whats the most beautiful sight you have ever seen in your life?" she asks as the eagle makes its way over to the carcass. "I was just wondering if alvas ever see beauty..." she says soon after the question.

Rokunam woke up disoriented. The air was warm and smelled of charcoal. The ground was cold, hard and flat. Rokunam looked around. He was in a barred room inside a weird cave. The cave was square shaped, and stones and logs were the cave walls. There was a hole in one where fire burned wood. There were many weird items, it crazy looking shapes.

Rokunam got up and walked around his cage. His claws made trapping noises on the ground, meaning it must had been metal. Something made a sound, and a figure appeared. This figure was probably the weirdest thing he's ever seen.

Peircing gaze, square teeth, flat furless face, no claws on feet, stands on two king legs, must have been a human. He's heard of them, but never seen one. They are as weird looking as he thought. This human had long black fur comming from it's head, going down to it's shoulders. It had very short purple fur around it's torso and forelegs, but it's frunt paws were larged and furless, with tiny claws and 5 toes. It had long black cloth wrapped around it's waist that covers the hind legs on which it stood, and it had red, toeless paws on it's hind legs. Rokunam swore, it had to be half the height of a large tree, and about twice as tall as he was. It spoke in a strange tongue.

"I see your finally awake," it spoke. Rokunam didn't understand any of it. He started to get restless. "You better be thankful, I got you out of that mess, thankfully those wolves weren't even very strong ones," it spoke, towering over him. "I guess that means you're my new 'weapon'". The creature crouched. Rokunam tried to create flames, but couldn't. "Can't hurt me? That's because of a drug I gave you, but it should subside in an hour." It bent over to look dirrectly at Rokunam's face. "You're a fire wolf, aren't you. But then again, your no ordinary 'wolf', your interesting, I didn't think someone like you was possible." The creature walked away.

"You will be my new weapon, soon. This war inbetween wolves, the 'creators' of our land, gives me a chance, to get that one thing, and you'll be one of my weapons that will be helping me.

"Because you will be mine soon, and we will be aquainted, you should know my name. I am Misty Scarlet Keishah, but I can translate it into a wolf name." She bent over again. "My-Kei-Shah" Rokunam understood that as 'Mother of Bloody Roses'. The Mykeishah left the room.

Rokunam felt as if eye had been watching him the whole time. He heard a whispery growl. Eyes were watching him, many of them, all of them were eyes of wolves.

BattleDemon saw the Eagle and bristled. She turned to Cerise and was about to snarl at the winged wolf when said some things about Alva'a ever seeing beauty. She growled and glared at Nova, hoping he'd get the signal to leave. When he didn't she walked over to the water, and gestured for Cerise to follow. When she did, she looked into the water and blinked, staring at her reflection. "We, Alva's see everything. We can see everything a wolf's done just by looking them in the eye. In your eyes, I see your parents. The pain you felt when they were ripped away from you. But.... I can also see all the joy you feel in... well in just being yourself." She smiled, for the first time and looked up at Cerise. "Look into my eyes, Cerise." When she did look into Cerise's eyes, she blinked and Battle wasn't in her body, but somewhere else. Beside her was Cerise. ((Her and Cerise's body are still in the real world, but their minds are somewhere else.))

They weren't by the lake. They weren't in the real world, but somewhere, no other kind of wolf but Alva's have ever been until now. They were on a hill, the sky above them was an ivory color, and the grass was a healthy green. BattleDemon stood and let out a melodious howl, then listened. Her ears pricked, as she heard a flapping sound. She looked at Cerise, then bowed and backed up. "I believe this is... something you should do on your own. Let you know though. Ask the right qustions. Don't touch them. Don't use their real names. You may have nicknames for them, use that. Don't call them by their names! Don't touch them! And ask the right qustions! You ask them whats going on in the real world, and you will be pulled out of this world." She said as she pulled back and watched as Cerise's parents landed in front of her.

BattleDemon pulled out of the world, leaving Cerise in the world of the dead.

Rokunam growled. A whispery growl growled back at him. A wolf appeared from another room and growled at the flames. It was a thunder wolf, but it wasn't wearing it's charm. "Sorry about that" it told Rokunam, "Chelka isn't the most friendly wolf." Rokunam stayed silent. The wolf walked toward him. "Volkelon, nice to meet you." "Rokunam," growled he, Rokunam wasn't fully trusting yet. Another wolf walked in from the shadows, a death one, that was foxlike, black and had the skull they all wore, but he had chestplate armor too. "Great, another slave," he sighed. "Mind explaining? For I understood nothing of what that human said.

The lightning wolf Volkelon sighed and explained. "That human mistress isn't the nicest human in the world. Apparently she is trying to steal something from the wolves, for wolves have magical abilities. Humans are scarce nowadays because of wolves, but this one has ways of making wolves bow to her." Volkelon sighed deeply an inhaled, "She takes away our pride, and crushes it so we have no choice but to work for you. She may act nice, but she is almost as horrible as the war itself. Her goal is unknown, but apparently she is looking for something." Rokunam tried to take this all in. Surely, he couldn't possibly here forever, would he?

"I'm Veodion by the way," the death wolf said, "And I see your not the first fire wolf." "How many wolves has the human have enslaved?" Rokunam asked. "Other than you, she's captured one from each clan," Veodion said. A couple other wolves came in.

One had tan fur, and closed eyes and a gold ring on it's tail. One had huge poisonous claws. One had a tail made out of water. One had spiked rose vines with Scarlet and Crimson roses on it. One had black fur with yellow circle markings and a red eye with a symbol on it. One looked like it was entirely made of stone. One had white green-tipped fur and icey fangs and One had green fur and huge orange metal wings.

None of them looked happy. They all were tough and magic, but they all look as if something was lost from them. Suddenly, the flames intensified. A red-magenta fox like wolf emerged from the flames. His eyes were filled with rage. "So, I'm going to lose my pride and fall to the rule of a human?" Rokunam asked. He gripped the bars. Some of them started laughing. The human entered the room, and saw all the wolves. She spoke in her human tongue. The Wolf with the tail-ring translated.

"I'm thinking we should go to the first target, the one we are closest to, the forest." There was uneasyness among the croud. "Chelka, Volkelon, Drakathon and Korack will take down any militant forces. Guardia, Aqo, Lance and Saodah will find a way into the heart of the forest. The rest of the wolves will be backup if needed. I don't care who is harmed, all we need is to find where the clan is, report back when you finished" Rokunam let out a low growl, but none of the other wolves did anything. Mykeishah turned her attention toward Rokunam, in human tongue. "I want to spend some private time with my new slave." If wolves could gasp....

BattleDemon didn't know what Cerise was doing, but she looked up at the sky and sighed. She didn't know what to do anymore. Even though she acted like the confident leader everyone thought she was, she was tired for once in her life. She was tired of this war, tired of losing a member of her clan everyday, even though she didn't like any of them. She just wanted to go to sleep for once in her life without having nightmares, or waking up with actual tears running down her mask. Battle looked at Cerise, then looked at her own reflection.

Battle saw a large black she-wolf with a mask. Her left eye was milky white, while her right eye was a pale blue silver mix. She was different from the other Alva wolves, because of being half blind. None of them were born half blind but her. She growled at nothing then stood and walked over to where BrokeFang's dead carcass was. She saw the eagle, and lunged forward, snappinp her jaws shut just an inch before it's face. The eagle gave a screech and started to flap away. BattleDemon glared at it, as it flew away.

"Mom! Dad!" At the sight of seeing her real parents Cerises heart filled with joy and she almost pounce on them to give them a hug if she hadnt remembered battleDemon telling her she couldnt touch them. She backed away a little almost unable to contain her excitement. "So any questions?" her mom asked smiling. it was clear that they couldnt hardly keep their joy in at the time of finally being able to speak with their daughter, but to their surprise Cerise only shook her head. "I just... cant think of anything at the moment..." It was true. Cerises mind had gone blank. She was told alvas could do this but she never really beleived it could happen or that she would actually see her real parents when she was alive! Her parents chuckled. Altair, her dad began "Well we are just so happy to see you..." he says. Celandra, her mom, picks up "And we are very proud on what a fine wolf you have become, and we just wanted to say that we love you with all our hearts..." Celendra says. tears of joy ran down her face "I love you to mom and dad..." They both gave a respected bow and they faded away. She smiled as she watched them leave and looked at the sky "Ok... How do I get out of here...?" she asks herself. Suddenly the world around her began to fade and with one blink she was back in her body in the real world. She swallowed in disbeleif but her mind kept telling her it was real and soon she beleived in it all. She looked back at the others and stood up and walked toward them. She was a bit dizzy and shaken a bit but she regained her balance. She sat down near the little lanturn and looked up at Battle. "Thank you..." she says quietly but loud enough to where both of them could hear her.

All the wolves left the room, but gave mournful looks before that. Mykeishah started speaking in the language he didn't understand. "You know, those wolves ought to be a little more thankful. I feed them, I don't chain them and they don't always have to battle." The human wallked to a table with papers, sharp objects and other weird things on it. "Get used to my way of speaking, for you shall speak it too someday." She got closer to Rokunam. Rokunam growled and she giggled. "Al ka aay, go sho ney vrai krok saah." It was wolf language, but she was saying it in a different way. Wolves speak so subtle in their growls, it's hard to hear, plus it's in a sound too low for humans to hear. Nethertheless, he understood it as 'You an I, are going to be very good friends.'

Mykeishah stared him in the face. Rokunam growled, trying to figure out what she would do next. "You have pride in being a wolf? That will gom mah." The woman took a white object with a thin sharp peice sticking from it, and a weird liquid in it, off the table. "Skal," it translated to 'Come'. Before Rokunam could react, the human stabbed it into his shoulders, Rokunam let out a howl. When she took it out, the liquid was gone. "Why don't you go to sleep for a while?" Rokunam started to feel drowsy. Before he passed out, he could hear the woman laughing while leaving the room.

Misty walked out of the cabin. The cabin was on a high slanted rock formation in the middle of the forest. On it, she could see for miles. That smirk she had started to fade. "Is this a punishment?" she said. "Humans should be the dominate species of life, we are smarter, bigger, live longer, and better in almost every way, yet wolves do this, because they have powers. Are wolves the reincarnation of humans? Smart, powerful, but sinful in many ways. This war among wolves will end by a very unlikely creature, a human." The smirk came back to her face. Her wolves were probably out tracking down where the nature wolves reside, so their would be fighting tonight. Misty looked back her cabin. "Could there be more humans hiding in that way?" Misty laughed at the thought of how she could end a war. This war gave her the best chance of succeeding in stealing what she wanted.

Having long ago left the pair of wolves whom he had been seeing much of these past days, Nova considered actually making good on his excuse he had used to leave them, hunting. Nova enjoyed the taste of venison, more highly than any other type of meat, but he knew that a good stag was a trouble to bring down, especially by oneself. If he used ice to assist in bringing the beast down, it would spoil the freshness of the meat, and the exciting edge that came with every bite would be lost. So Nova decided he would just wait until he returned to the Ausi's to try for venison. Maybe he could round up his sister and a few of his friends, maybe Nebula and Comet, and they could go to the lower part of the mountain where such game existed. Just another reason to go home.

In the meantime, Nova decided on a much easier piece of game, albeit smaller, the fish. He was next to water after all. He decided to head around the lake and to the river he had entered in, for it was infinity easier for Nova to catch fish in the river than the lake, especially when he had no net. If there was an Aven wolf around, maybe he could get him to help make the reed rope needed for the net, but since there was none, Nova went for the traditional way, his mouth. As his father had shown him not so long ago, Nova blocked off a small section of the river with ice, leaving holes small enough for the water to go through, but not any potential fish. Next, he waited. The foolish wolf went after the fish, the wise one let the fish come to him. So Nova waited, hovering over the river, until his presence to the fish became nothing harmful, just part of the landscape. Fish had low attention spans, Nova had once figured. As a prime specimen swam forth under the shadow Nova's body was creating, Nova struck with great speed, satisfied as his jaws closed around flesh. Ripping the fish out of the water, he ended its life quickly and looked around satisfied, as if he wanted to show off his achievement to someone. When not congratulations came, Nova shrugged, and looked at his meal.

But that was when he realized, he hated fish.

BattleDemon looked at Cerise in suprise. 'What is it with these wolves and thank you' she thought tiredly and walked back over to the water, beside the white furred she-wolf. "So did you get what you want? You asked the right qustions, right?" She asked as she dipped her right paw in water.

Cerise nodded "I got what i wanted but... I didnt ask any questions..." she says. She looked at the water and notices fish wernt passing by. She squints her eyes but sees nothing. Only minos and a small fish here and there. She started to get a little curious and dipped her paw in and realized that the water had been warm but now had become an unusual cool.

BattleDemon really looked at Cerise. Battle was about the same age as Cerise, but held alot more experience in fighting and killing. When she first started to go hunting trips was when she fought in her first fight with a rival pack and won. Cerise was a different story. "Your the first wolf that wasn't an Alva to visit and come back alive, you know. You never know when your life will expire, so I suggest you ask the right qustions next time." She added as she started to lap up some water. "Now... We should probably find something to eat." She said as she started to walk toward the forest. "Aren't you coming, starling?"

Cerie turned her head from the cool water. "Sure..." she says walking beside her. "You ever wonder where Nova goes?" she asks. "I mean I understand hes a cartographer but why does he always have to leave in such a hurry? And where did you come up with the name starling?" she asks glaring at her playfully.

"Poor wolf sounds more like a spy then a cartographer." BattleDemon muttered under her breath, then looked up and held back a grin. "Isn't that what your father used to call you?" She asked as she jumped over a stick. "Every time I spoke to him, he always called you a starling... wait your dad was called... Altair right?" She asked sort of confused.

Cerise heard her muttering something and couldnt quite hear her. "What was that? Oh, Yes my father did call me that..." she says remembering a distant memory of her and her father flying in the air at Era when at the time everything was at peace. "You know, he used to call me that whenever-" she stops dead in her tracks and looks back at BattleDemon. "You speak with my parents?" she says. a little more surprised than shocked.

BattleDemon looked at Cerise and nodded, not bothering to add any details. She did talk to Cerise's parents sometimes, but not all the time. "There should be a herd of elk on this side of the valley." she said trying to change the subject.

cerise nodded and walked on. Soon the made it to the other side and the scent of fresh elk could be smelt. She licked her lips. she walked on until she saw a large elk heard grazing the tall grass. At the sight of all the fresh meat she almost started to drool. She turned her head at battle to lead the way. She sort of looked up to Battle now, like a good friend or maybe even a leader. You just have to get to know her and shes not all that mean or bad. Short tempered? Sometimes, but not mean.

BattleDemon smelt the elk first then heard them. Their teeths making the chewing sounds they usually did when they chewed on their food. Her hearing and sense of smell were alot stronger then the typical wolf, mostly because of her eye sight. Her right eye caught sight of a feeble elk calf nursing at the side of a full grown female elk. She looked at Cerise then nodded toward the calf. They didn't need a full grown elk, there was only two of them to feed and they would most likely get hurt by a full grown elk. BattleDemon went into a crouch, stalking her prey, moving silently. She launched herself forward and the elk herd took off in a instance. She raced after them, nothing but a black movement.

Cerise darted out of the brush aswell. Avira were fast runners but they usually flew instead of run. Though she had never seen a wolf run so fast before that it was hard trying to keep up. When Battle was way ahead Cerise decided to fly. She spread her white wings and took off. emmeidialy after she was beside Battle. She targeted the little calf and flew towards it until she was right behind it. She reared back her head and bit down on the calfs back leg hard enough to where it had tripped and fell down. Cerise unhooked her grip and flew upward giving Battle enough time to make the killing move.

BattleDemon bolted forward and latched her jaws around the Calf's throat. The calf struggled but it's attempts were feeble and just an annoyance to Battle as she jerked the calf backwards and heard a snap. She let go and licked her chops. She looked up at Cerise and nodded, meaning the deed was done, their prey was dead.