The Deadly Dream

Pain, it's the only thing Outcry ever feels anymore. All she wants is for death to come and take her away. Banished by her pack, forgotten by her family, abused by her friends. The runt nobody wanted, now runs for her life, when she doesn't even want to live. Each day her legs grow tired, until finally the brown wolfess just collapsed. There is no more motivation, not even to breathe. Standing on shaky legs, the female lifts herself and let's a weak howl out before falling to the cold winter ground.

A smile creeps up on her face, as she wishes that death will finally take her away. Outcry has avoided all packs but now she can tell she's on the boarders of one, but that only makes it better. They can come and make her death quick, they can take all the pain away. Closing her eyes, she breaths in the cold winter air, and memories come flooding back. The snarls, growling, the hate shining through their eyes, as members of her former pack chase her to their boarders.

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It was the thin, weakened howl that pricked her ears first. That alone was enough to bring her from the mountain's heart and with curious purpose in her strides, she headed for the borderlands not knowing what would await. The voice had been unfamiliar, and had not clued her in to more than just the wolf's general distress. So, it could be any number of issues waiting for her..

The dark alpha comes upon the sight of the wolf crumbled to the mountain's ground. She closes distance with a small measure of hesitance while she sniffs the air for signs of illness on the female. Not identifying any that she knew, and only smelling the loner's evident weakness, she poses alert and sharp before her -- a wild contrast to the wolf in dire straights here at the fringes of her territory. "Do you have a purpose here?" she asks, precise and ever-watchful to see if the stranger could muster the energy to explain.

Ame could make her guesses as to what had happened, but felt many would fall short. Surely winter had not helped her any, even if the season had been mild here. To survive alone was no easy feat and she had to wonder if this loner had any hope left to hold onto, or if coming to her spire had been her life's last effort..

The cold ground started to sting, and the brown wolfess flinched as more memories haunted her mind. Red and white blinded the female's vision. It was blood and snow mixing together as Outcry's only friend, a coyote, was torn apart by her former pack. She awoke from her nightmare when a voice echoed inside her mind, but she kept her eyes closed. "Do you have a purpose here?" Do I have a purpose anywhere she thought but only said "No" to answer the strangers question. Her throat burned when she spoke, as she had not had water for two days now, in hopes dehydration would bring her death.

Outcry opened her eyes to look at whoever was talking, and found herself caught before a midnight female. She closed her eyes once more and awaited the next question, if there even was going to be any. This wolf reminded her to much of her deadly family. Every wolf at her former pack had pitch black fur, and were mighty warriors. Outcry was nothing like them, she had brown fur, and was weak. Her mother named her Outcry and gave her no last name, because she didn't fit in with the crowd, and brought shame upon the family. The brown wolfess was surprised she could remember so much of her former home, usually her memory fails her, and sometimes leaves her guessing her own name.

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Leery of this strange wolf, she watched her carefully and maintained her short distance for now. The answer that came was just one syllable, although paired with further observations, was enough for Amekaze to understand better. She bristled her guard furs just a little in response.

The female smelled of nowhere in particular the dark Rikudou knew herself. She didn't seem particularly old, either, but was very small. Perhaps the dark-brown female was lucky to have made it this far, and Amekaze wondered why her weakened steps had led her here of all places. The mountain did not normally see many visitors, after all.

Well, if you have no purpose, then all you will find here is death, she grated with a low, annoyed growl in the back of her throat. Whether by teeth like hers or by nature itself, Ame could spare little sympathy for total strangers pitifully cluttering her doorstep. It was wintertime, and while it had been mild, she was selfish enough to put herself and her packmates first.

Unless she saw any semblance of a spark of hope in the next moments, she would not go out of her way to create it.

She listened carefully as the wolf told her she would find death here. Will this horrible pain finally be taken away from Outcry, and she can finally be free? "Then it seems I do have a purpose here" she said with a smile. However the young wolfess began to think of all the things she would miss if she died now. Finding a mate, becoming a mother, living life to the fullest. Was she really ready to throw it all away.

When the wolf released a growl Outcry's eyes shot open, and she backed away from the stranger. More terrible memories flowed into her mind, and she just couldn't understand why. Why did it have to be the painful memories that she remembered, and not the good ones? Perhaps it was because she had no good memories. Looking up at the midnight wolfess, Outcry trembled in fear. Was this wolf going to kill her, someone that reminded her so much of her former pack?

Even though she backed away, the young wolfess was still on the ground, in a venerable position. "Death, is the one thing I have been searching for" she said with tears flowing out of her eyes. Outcry stood on her legs, still trembling with fear from the stranger. Was this really going to be the end, and she would never live to see another day?

Death was nothing she was a stranger to, however she could not imagine just embracing it so easily. There had been moments in her life where she had been reckless but Amekaze was convinced she would fight for her dying breaths -- not that they would look like this, crawling to a stranger's mountain and leaving it at that.

Exhaling a slow sigh, she watched the wolf tremble before her, even without her putting on an overly imposing show. Amekaze could bristle far mightier than this, and even with nothing more than a low growl, she reacted as she did. But, perhaps that meant she was not as dead as she could be. "Why seek death, of all things?" she asked, taking care to show her teeth as she came ghosting closer to the small wolf. Here, she could really feel their size difference in full, and she wondered if she would shirk away from her presence. "That hopeless? No dreams?" Nothing? The alpha's minty eyes glanced over her neck, hidden beneath her chocolatey-dark fur would be the end she so evidently welcomed; it wouldn't take much effort on her part.

"You are too pitiful. Leave this mountain," she stated, close.. letting her have the chance to get gone while it lasted. It would either be death, or on her own. Amekaze snarled, teeth snapping with finality; she wanted to be done here, so regardless of the words or action, she would see to it -- either by chasing her until she was out of sight, or dead. Whichever managed to come first.