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Fantasy Chasing the Sun (Mauve x Stone)
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Within the Depths of a Dream
“Goodnight.” Lilian replied to her “mother” as she left the room. The woman just was her tutor and made sure she was comfortable, which was more than she could ask for considering her current arrangements, even if she wasn’t exactly a motherly individual.
She listened intently, waiting for her footsteps to fade down the hall. Once Lily was positive that she had left the small building she called home, she threw the stiff sheet back and slowly crawled out of bed. “Just like I practiced…” she murmured to herself, slipping on a proper pair of clothes in place of pajamas. With the trust she had built there weren’t going to be any guards placed to keep tabs on her. At least, that’s what she hoped.
The door wasn’t locked which allowed her to slip outside. It was a rather cool night, forcing her to zip up the jacket she was wearing before walking down the few steps to the main pathway. The facility was… different at night. The large chain link fence loomed as a shadow against the dark forest, tree branches reaching over and shedding leaves onto the gravel and dirt that made up the meager yards of the habitats, as they were called. Not a single light was lit, letting anyone awake at this hour known it was past curfew. Lily knew the consequences for being out so late, but hopefully she wouldn’t need to worry about that for much longer.
There was a small tear in the fence that was hidden from view. As far as she knew, nightly patrols didn’t even come in this way, which gave her more than enough time to try and work at making the hole larger. Lily was cautious. She checked around the nearby area a multitude of times before she was certain she wouldn’t be interrupted by a nightly patrol. With her paranoia at ease, she knelt down by the small hole and began to work.
It was difficult without any tools. The metal dug into her skin and cut her fingers and palms as she twisted, tugged, and pulled. She made considerable progress—though not enough
“Hey!” The voice called out from behind her. Initially she froze, but forced herself to keep working at a much faster rate. She got a hole of roughly her small size made before a hand grabbed a fistfull of hair and pulled her back.
Lily’s shriek of pain was responded to with another rough jerk, forcing her to her feet. “S1-71800 caught trying to escape.” He spoke into a receiver on his vest, his grip relaxed somewhat as he did. This was the moment she took. With a fierce pull she got away from the guard.
He was a little more prepared than she anticipated. With a trained motion he lunged toward her, wrestling her to the ground. The full weight of his body on her forced the air out of her lungs, but it gave just enough adrenaline for her body to begin to swell beneath him.
The guard was a little more frantic now, scrambling back off of the transformed Sköll. “S1-71800 transformed, backup requested! Backup requested!”
Lily didn’t bother lashing out. Relying on the scare caused she bolted towards the hole, hoping to make it out before anyone would be able to come and help.
She rammed herself muzzle-first through the hole. The chains tore into her flesh, causing streaks of red to well up behind her fur. Even then she still dragged herself through, trying her best to ignore the pain. She nearly got out in time, but unfortunately she was a little too slow.
The boom from a rifle was heard seconds before the round tore into her skin. It was that burst of pain that the forced the world to go dark to Lily's eyes, the beast working on instinct alone. As soon as it got free, it shot off into the woods, leaving the facility with alarms raised in the distance.
Never having ran through the woods before, it was a horrifically loud and clumsy sound. Branches breaking and fallen leaves shuffled accompanied by grunts and yowls of pain. There was no doubt it wasn’t going to attract attention...
Life.
She listened intently, waiting for her footsteps to fade down the hall. Once Lily was positive that she had left the small building she called home, she threw the stiff sheet back and slowly crawled out of bed. “Just like I practiced…” she murmured to herself, slipping on a proper pair of clothes in place of pajamas. With the trust she had built there weren’t going to be any guards placed to keep tabs on her. At least, that’s what she hoped.
The door wasn’t locked which allowed her to slip outside. It was a rather cool night, forcing her to zip up the jacket she was wearing before walking down the few steps to the main pathway. The facility was… different at night. The large chain link fence loomed as a shadow against the dark forest, tree branches reaching over and shedding leaves onto the gravel and dirt that made up the meager yards of the habitats, as they were called. Not a single light was lit, letting anyone awake at this hour known it was past curfew. Lily knew the consequences for being out so late, but hopefully she wouldn’t need to worry about that for much longer.
There was a small tear in the fence that was hidden from view. As far as she knew, nightly patrols didn’t even come in this way, which gave her more than enough time to try and work at making the hole larger. Lily was cautious. She checked around the nearby area a multitude of times before she was certain she wouldn’t be interrupted by a nightly patrol. With her paranoia at ease, she knelt down by the small hole and began to work.
It was difficult without any tools. The metal dug into her skin and cut her fingers and palms as she twisted, tugged, and pulled. She made considerable progress—though not enough
“Hey!” The voice called out from behind her. Initially she froze, but forced herself to keep working at a much faster rate. She got a hole of roughly her small size made before a hand grabbed a fistfull of hair and pulled her back.
Lily’s shriek of pain was responded to with another rough jerk, forcing her to her feet. “S1-71800 caught trying to escape.” He spoke into a receiver on his vest, his grip relaxed somewhat as he did. This was the moment she took. With a fierce pull she got away from the guard.
He was a little more prepared than she anticipated. With a trained motion he lunged toward her, wrestling her to the ground. The full weight of his body on her forced the air out of her lungs, but it gave just enough adrenaline for her body to begin to swell beneath him.
The guard was a little more frantic now, scrambling back off of the transformed Sköll. “S1-71800 transformed, backup requested! Backup requested!”
Lily didn’t bother lashing out. Relying on the scare caused she bolted towards the hole, hoping to make it out before anyone would be able to come and help.
She rammed herself muzzle-first through the hole. The chains tore into her flesh, causing streaks of red to well up behind her fur. Even then she still dragged herself through, trying her best to ignore the pain. She nearly got out in time, but unfortunately she was a little too slow.
The boom from a rifle was heard seconds before the round tore into her skin. It was that burst of pain that the forced the world to go dark to Lily's eyes, the beast working on instinct alone. As soon as it got free, it shot off into the woods, leaving the facility with alarms raised in the distance.
Never having ran through the woods before, it was a horrifically loud and clumsy sound. Branches breaking and fallen leaves shuffled accompanied by grunts and yowls of pain. There was no doubt it wasn’t going to attract attention...
Life.
Life.
Forever Wandering
The faint light of the moon bounced off the surfaces of the trees, grass, and shrubbery below, darkness containing most of the scenery of the woods. Melodies of crickets' chirps sounded throughout the forest. A soft shuffling of dead leaves indicated movements of wakeful creatures of the night. But then crunching of forest debris resonated across the area and all other sounds were silenced. Four tall individuals tiptoed their way across the earthen floor. From the posture they held themselves with and the formation they walked in, it was evident that they had a reason for treading the woods.
"Alright Clara time for your first patrol as leader of the group."
The shortest of the bunch turned and nodded, "Since we have had steady activity for the past weeks we can split into groups for this round. But as always stay alert and do not initiate conflict. Aspen and Rory, I want you both to take the perimeter from the century oak to the edge of the riverbank. Cliff and I will walk along the edge of the woods closest to the mysterious building." A blonde woman and dark-skinned man voiced their acknowledgements for their tasks and ran off. Clara looked over to the man that was left, "With a quiet night like this we should be able to rest easy tonight. Although I wish that my father would have allowed for my trials to have started in the spring or summer when there is more activity." The young girl leapt into a slow jog as she continued her conversation, "Hey Cliff what have you heard about this building in the forest?"
A large frown tugged on Cliff's lips as he jogged beside Clara, "Nothing much besides bad things. Now focus Clara. We need to concentrate on our surroundings." Even though he was right, Clara couldn't help but roll her eyes. She hated how she was constantly treated like a child. But in their human forms, all their energy needed to be focused on their surroundings since their senses weren't as heightened as compared to their werewolf forms. "How come we can't patrol in our wolf forms? Wouldn't it be efficient to?"
"Well, now I wonder why as well?" Cliff chuckled. It was those sort of comments that bothered Clara. Due to Clara's age, she was in what the pack called "the berserk stage." Basically, she didn't have a lot of control when it came to her transformations. But with continuous trials, the alpha--her father--was hoping that eventually, Clara would learn to control her emotions. "Fine, pretend I never asked." With a slight stomp in her step, Clara quicked her pace, clearly beginning to feel a slow warmth of anger heating up her body.
Her heart rate was accelerating fast, the thoughts of how her father didn't trust her irritating her. The appendages of her hands and feet were beginning to ache and her chest was beginning to burn. A foggy haze was beginning to cloud her vision until a flurry of sounds that weren't native to the forest sounded. It started with the piercing sound of a bang in the sky, then it was quickly followed with the crashing of branches, snapping of twigs, and crunching of leaves. Cliff immediately bent down onto the ground and growled as his body grew in size and furriness, "Clara transform and go retrieve the others."
"No." Before her companion could say anything else Clara sprinted off towards the source of the disturbance. She was to be the leader of the patrol tonight. She needed to prove herself. Not because she was the alpha's daughter, but she wanted people to see her more than that. This might be her time to shine. Despite the brave front she had at the moment her heart was beating like crazy. Although her increase of fear and concern was of a great necessity since she needed to change. Without attempting to suppress her emotions, Clara bent down onto the ground and stifled a scream as she felt all her bones breaking and reforming, her muscles stretching and contracting, and all her other parts morphing to accommodate her larger, more energy demanding form.
Once in her werewolf form, she sprinted the rest of the distance, her speed coming to an abrupt stop when her nose picked up the scent of blood. It was a scent she often associated with prey, but Clara knew this was something different. Her blue eyes followed the trail of blood, but her ears were continuously moving to hear if there was any danger following this mess. The distant sound of alarms was the only thing that she could detect. There was too much stimulation for Clara, the young werewolf didn't know which senses to focus on until her eyes spotted a figure at the end of the makeshift trail in the woods. With a newfound burst of speed, Clara pursued after the running shadow. The speed at which it ran was incredible. But due to an injury, it must have received, Clara, fortunately, was able to close her distance.
It was another werewolf. Surprised by the revelation of the fleeing figure, Clara felt her speed slowing down a bit. That was until she detected the familiar scents of Cliff, Aspen and Rory coming close. She took a quick glance over and saw her three packmates moving into a hunting formation. They were planning to detain the intruder. It was clear by the way they moved that they were unaware of what they were taking down. Clara, going against her better judgment, decided to intervene and try to take down the werewolf before they could. It was risky and foolish considering she was racing against three of the strongest wolves in the pack. But she had age and emotion on her side, which lent its strength onto her legs and she sprinted the rest of the way.
The tail of the intruder werewolf was in Clara's sight now. With a visual of her prey now, Clara could feel her strides becoming larger until she felt her hind legs giving its final push to propel her body onto her target. With a clumsy collision, Clara had used the entirety of her body strength to take down the werewolf. "Clara!" The young werewolf groaned slightly on top of the intruder werewolf she had jumped on top of. "Clara Haze, come here now," Cliff's hackles were ruffled and his teeth were showing as his eyes were focused on the injured, furry mass beneath Clara. "Do you realize the danger you could have put yourself in? What if it had attacked you?"
Clara shook her head, "You guys would have injured it more. Aren't we supposed to help our kind?"
Aspen and Rory had approached the foreign werewolf with bared teeth. Cliff was staring Clara down as the younger werewolf tried to keep up her brave face, eventually, her ears folded back and she bowed her head.
"Clara, now. Aspen, Rory assist the foreigner to the camp."
The two wolves took their position on each side of the injured werewolf and began their trek back to the Ashur camp. Cliff, on the other hand, stayed back and looked over to Clara, "That was a reckless thing you did. You better hope that your father does not ground you from any hunts in the future. Now let's go return and report this to Alpha Warren." She softly growled but kept her head hung low as she walked past Cliff and ran off the catch up to Aspen and Rory.
"Alright Clara time for your first patrol as leader of the group."
The shortest of the bunch turned and nodded, "Since we have had steady activity for the past weeks we can split into groups for this round. But as always stay alert and do not initiate conflict. Aspen and Rory, I want you both to take the perimeter from the century oak to the edge of the riverbank. Cliff and I will walk along the edge of the woods closest to the mysterious building." A blonde woman and dark-skinned man voiced their acknowledgements for their tasks and ran off. Clara looked over to the man that was left, "With a quiet night like this we should be able to rest easy tonight. Although I wish that my father would have allowed for my trials to have started in the spring or summer when there is more activity." The young girl leapt into a slow jog as she continued her conversation, "Hey Cliff what have you heard about this building in the forest?"
A large frown tugged on Cliff's lips as he jogged beside Clara, "Nothing much besides bad things. Now focus Clara. We need to concentrate on our surroundings." Even though he was right, Clara couldn't help but roll her eyes. She hated how she was constantly treated like a child. But in their human forms, all their energy needed to be focused on their surroundings since their senses weren't as heightened as compared to their werewolf forms. "How come we can't patrol in our wolf forms? Wouldn't it be efficient to?"
"Well, now I wonder why as well?" Cliff chuckled. It was those sort of comments that bothered Clara. Due to Clara's age, she was in what the pack called "the berserk stage." Basically, she didn't have a lot of control when it came to her transformations. But with continuous trials, the alpha--her father--was hoping that eventually, Clara would learn to control her emotions. "Fine, pretend I never asked." With a slight stomp in her step, Clara quicked her pace, clearly beginning to feel a slow warmth of anger heating up her body.
Her heart rate was accelerating fast, the thoughts of how her father didn't trust her irritating her. The appendages of her hands and feet were beginning to ache and her chest was beginning to burn. A foggy haze was beginning to cloud her vision until a flurry of sounds that weren't native to the forest sounded. It started with the piercing sound of a bang in the sky, then it was quickly followed with the crashing of branches, snapping of twigs, and crunching of leaves. Cliff immediately bent down onto the ground and growled as his body grew in size and furriness, "Clara transform and go retrieve the others."
"No." Before her companion could say anything else Clara sprinted off towards the source of the disturbance. She was to be the leader of the patrol tonight. She needed to prove herself. Not because she was the alpha's daughter, but she wanted people to see her more than that. This might be her time to shine. Despite the brave front she had at the moment her heart was beating like crazy. Although her increase of fear and concern was of a great necessity since she needed to change. Without attempting to suppress her emotions, Clara bent down onto the ground and stifled a scream as she felt all her bones breaking and reforming, her muscles stretching and contracting, and all her other parts morphing to accommodate her larger, more energy demanding form.
Once in her werewolf form, she sprinted the rest of the distance, her speed coming to an abrupt stop when her nose picked up the scent of blood. It was a scent she often associated with prey, but Clara knew this was something different. Her blue eyes followed the trail of blood, but her ears were continuously moving to hear if there was any danger following this mess. The distant sound of alarms was the only thing that she could detect. There was too much stimulation for Clara, the young werewolf didn't know which senses to focus on until her eyes spotted a figure at the end of the makeshift trail in the woods. With a newfound burst of speed, Clara pursued after the running shadow. The speed at which it ran was incredible. But due to an injury, it must have received, Clara, fortunately, was able to close her distance.
It was another werewolf. Surprised by the revelation of the fleeing figure, Clara felt her speed slowing down a bit. That was until she detected the familiar scents of Cliff, Aspen and Rory coming close. She took a quick glance over and saw her three packmates moving into a hunting formation. They were planning to detain the intruder. It was clear by the way they moved that they were unaware of what they were taking down. Clara, going against her better judgment, decided to intervene and try to take down the werewolf before they could. It was risky and foolish considering she was racing against three of the strongest wolves in the pack. But she had age and emotion on her side, which lent its strength onto her legs and she sprinted the rest of the way.
The tail of the intruder werewolf was in Clara's sight now. With a visual of her prey now, Clara could feel her strides becoming larger until she felt her hind legs giving its final push to propel her body onto her target. With a clumsy collision, Clara had used the entirety of her body strength to take down the werewolf. "Clara!" The young werewolf groaned slightly on top of the intruder werewolf she had jumped on top of. "Clara Haze, come here now," Cliff's hackles were ruffled and his teeth were showing as his eyes were focused on the injured, furry mass beneath Clara. "Do you realize the danger you could have put yourself in? What if it had attacked you?"
Clara shook her head, "You guys would have injured it more. Aren't we supposed to help our kind?"
Aspen and Rory had approached the foreign werewolf with bared teeth. Cliff was staring Clara down as the younger werewolf tried to keep up her brave face, eventually, her ears folded back and she bowed her head.
"Clara, now. Aspen, Rory assist the foreigner to the camp."
The two wolves took their position on each side of the injured werewolf and began their trek back to the Ashur camp. Cliff, on the other hand, stayed back and looked over to Clara, "That was a reckless thing you did. You better hope that your father does not ground you from any hunts in the future. Now let's go return and report this to Alpha Warren." She softly growled but kept her head hung low as she walked past Cliff and ran off the catch up to Aspen and Rory.
