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Name: Liyn
Pronounced: Line
Name meaning: Liyn's origins are Kei Nairi. While there is no direct translation of this name to a language known on Earth, it is usually a name given to an independent spirit, one which cannot be contained or sealed, one that is forever meant to run wild and free.
Gender: female
Gender for breeding: female
Age: 19
Likes(limited to 3):
- Music
Animals
Rainy Mornings
- Un-provoked rude behavior
Wildfires
Diary products
Occupation: Unemployed/traitor
Personality traits(limited to 5):
- - Determined
- Selfish
- Self-Critical
- Honest
- Impulsive
Free Reign Writing: (1560 words)
- It was hard to see it coming. It always is.
You think life is good, that you finally have everything in order, and then that hypothetical rug gets ripped out from under your feet and you find out that the solid rock you thought was underneath was actually really thin glass all along. Then, you fall.
The truth came to me at the end of that battle. Shouts of triumph were echoed about. They were the shouts of a people who had slaughtered a swarm of ants, no true hardship placed in their so-called struggle for victory. Among the chaos of sweaty bodies and loud voices, I stood - immobilized.
I couldn't be here anymore. If they had known the thoughts I had as I stared at it - the shadow of that falling viscet on the cliffside, the viscet I knew he had thrown from the top - they would have slaughtered me without hesitation.
And now, here I am; crouched behind this old log, holding my breath and fighting to keep my trembling hands still as I clutch the hastily carved wooden spear. Their voices were nearby, only a few feet off. They were so close that I could see the tips of their manes in the shadows cast on the ground.
"Come out, little wolf! You can't keep hiding forever!"
Of that, he was right. Still, it doesn't mean that just coming out of cover and opening myself to slaughter was my option.
I shuffled forward, carefully sliding my foot in the debris of the forest floor, cautious to not crack a single twig. On the other side of the log, footfalls echoed and I felt my body freeze.
His shadow was tall beside me, displaying his entire upper half as he scanned the forest. His paw rested on the wood - a mere half-foot from my head - and I bit my tongue to keep still. His paw hovered there as he thought, then I saw his weight shift forward on it and my heart slammed into my throat in a rage of panic.
Instinct kicked in as he swung his hind legs over the log. I turned swiftly, snatching him with my fore paws and throwing him to the ground. A moment later my mouth clamped down on his muzzle, keeping his mouth shut and nose covered to prevent any sound he could make. My paws pressed on his throat as my eyes flicked to and fro, certain someone had seen him fall or had heard him. As his struggle faded into an unconscious, limp state, I released him and lifted my head - stunned at the fact that none had seen or heard.
I turned away from the unconscious figure rushed quickly to a large pile of tall, broad-leafed plants, diving into them and finding shelter almost immediately. A beam of light passed over my head and I tucked myself deeper into the foliage, glancing down to prevent my eyes from flashing in the light.
As the beam passed, I moved again, rushing towards the nearest cover I saw: a half-broken and decaying tree with thick, tall grass poking up around it. On the way however, another scout dropped from a rocky ledge, only a foot from my target, and my destination changed.
I turned sharply, stumbling and striking the ground before throwing myself back up and streaking up a tree for cover. Lights rested on my trail a millisecond after my tail was pulled up into cover. My breaths trembled in my throat as adrenaline surged, awakening instinctual thoughts of panic and violence.
They moved my way, calling to each other as they approached. "What was that?" "It had to have been her." "Stay on your guard, the wolf is among us."
A month ago, I would have smirked at that last line. Now, however. . . I couldn't shake that feeling that I was playing Russian Roulette with fate for my final time.
A light flicked up into the tree and instinct won over. I darted, throwing myself from the branches and landing on top of the nearest viscet, driving my fangs into the top of their skull and the base of their neck where the skin flowed from jaw to trachea.
I didn't waste time holding on, a simple hard, crunching bite was delivered before my release came and I bolted. Their voices ripped out, announcing my appearance and barking commands to follow and hunt. Some projectiles flew, most missing.
An arrow struck its mark, landing deep into my right shoulder. I could not brace myself in time to suppress the cry and stumble that followed, but fought to remain in my sprint, battling the pain with the surge of over-powering adrenaline and the screeching desire to survive.
I saw an opportunity and lunged for it - literally - with no hesitation. I dove headfirst into a thick pile of leaves and tumbled immediately into a tunnel I had not seen prior to my leap. I hissed and bit my tongue as I tumbled head over tail, the arrow in my shoulder striking a rock and snapping after burrowing deeper into the already wounded muscle.
Finally, after somersaults that seemed to carry on endlessly, I struck a wall head first and slumped down with a groan. A normal viscet would have been knocked out in that moment, left for fate alone, but-
My head whipped up and I turned to face the entrance. A very faint light shined in, hardly touching half-way through the hole and I heard a sharply muttered profanity escape one of their lips. "The wolf went in, I'm sure of that." "Then we go after her." "You're suicidal! A passage that thin? She could easily take you down in a heart beat." There was a pause among them. "If we are lucky, it drops off and she's already dead." "Yeah. But, you don't rely on luck when it comes to a wolf. Stay outside of the burrow and watch for her. Any movement, you kill it. Understood?" "Alright." "You - come with me, we will search for another exit around here."
Slowly, I slumped back and released a heavy sigh of relief that was cut off by the biting pain of the remaining arrow in my shoulder digging its way further in. I turned and gripped the small shaft with my left paw, took a deep breath, and ripped it out. The pain spread rapidly like a wildfire and the claws of my right paw dug into the ground, scraping the gravel as I trembled with the agony of it.
I took a few moments to myself, my breaths coming out in short, harsh puffs as I worked hard to collect myself and regain my focus. Slowly, the adrenaline melted from my system and clarity took hold once more, allowing me to see my situation in a new light.
I slowly pulled myself from the dirt and rested my front paws on the ground - the tunnel being too small for me to stand on my hind legs alone. It was dark down here, but the darkness was no problem. There were many reasons I was called wolf. My eyes just so happened to be one of them.
In the darkness, the world was not hidden, but reborn in a new sense. It was a sight which I cannot put into the English language, the native term for it being Keri' Kaiti. However, with it, I could see all as though the area were illuminated with an unfaltering light.
The tunnel did not end, but it turned and opened up into a much wider and larger cavern. I wiggled my way through slipping through the small path and sliding into the cavern with ease, rocks tumbling around my as I passed. I heard voices outside, but ignored them, knowing they wouldn't try to creep down here.
The cavern was packed full of supplies in a bomb-shelter style. Cans of food, jugs of water, and. . . chemicals. Slowly, a smirk grew on my face as an idea rested on my mind, curling up and purring like a satisfied house cat.
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- I climbed up the tunnel, my eyes resting firmly on the scenery outside. Dawn was coming, and it was illuminating the empty barrel of fate's gun to my eyes.
Just before the exit, I pulled one of the sacs of chemicals from my waist, shook it up, and threw it out. The sac landed with a soft plop in the grass, drawing the attention of the guards a moment before it went off sending green flames in all directions. Screams sounded and grew soft as the viscets scrambled about, dropping to the ground and rolling to put out the chemical fires.
I rushed from the cave and made for the forest without hesitation. Nearby, voices sounded, giving me my cue.
I pulled the next sac out and rushed at a log. Once in range, I jumped up and sprang off of it, using my momentum to turn me around mid-air to face my pursuers. There, I threw the bag before twisting myself back around to complete the circle before hitting the ground and continuing my dash as it exploded behind me.
My paws pounded on the ground rhythmically and that smile remained on my face. The tides had turned, and my game with fate would play on for yet another round.
