Aava & Esprit

The two faes continued to drag their human captor along, or Aava's so-called "pet." Being the crazy thing she was, she was also quite strange as well. She hated humans, but she could always make an exception. He was only lucky she didn't kill him right then and there.

Once they reached the den, both were wiped out and huffing and puffing to regain breath. Dragging a human all that way was nothing great. The first thing Esprit did was crawl to the den opening and sit there, as Aava only went on to pull the human inside the den. She remembered this place. It brought back so many memories, flooded her with sadness and more anger. This human didn't have to deal with everything that went on in Aava's life. Humans thought they were so great and powerful. It sickened Aava and only added to her anger.

Dropping the leg once inside the shadowed area of the cave, she went forward and sat there, blocking the entrance from the human. If he woke up and would try to go to the opening, then he'de have to get through her first. Pet... she thought sinisterly, snickering under her breath.

Eli Fisher

The man woke up shortly after they had reached the den. His ACU was now torn at the leg, but his leg was also torn at the leg. He lifted his head off the ground and looked at Aava. He still didn't know what was going on, and he still had amnesia. "You know they're going to send somebody for me, right?" He said, not thinking that the wolf probably would not understand human language.

Aava & Esprit

Esprit kept her place at the den entrance, but had lowered onto her belly to lay down. She was tired beyond tired. She didn't think she'de have to drag a human all the way here. Luckily he had passed out. Who knew what wierd ideas Aava still had.
With a sigh, she rested her elegant head down on her paws. She remembered this place as clear as day. Her father and mother, her siblings. That was when life was good and still young, and no one had a care in the world. Now look at it. Father and sister dead, brother disappeared to who knows where. She knew Eventine had pups, but only a few if any were still alive... Life was so harsh if you didn't know how to handle it, and she couldn't help but think of the past.

Aava sat there on her haunches, hazel eyes gleaming in what little sunlight flooded in from behind her. All she did was narrow her eyes at the human, looking him over. Where did this thing come from, anyway? Aava thought and thought and thought some more, but nothing made sense to her. She didn't even make sense. Sooner or later, her brother would be by. She hadn't seen him in forever, either. Just happened to come across by chance.

Eli

Eli could barely move around in the tiny den. He kept his mouth shut, though. He sat back and started thinking. How am I going to get out? He thought. Face it. I'm dead. The enemy caught me and I'm going to be executed.

Aava & Esprit

Esprit was sitting out there silently, almost drifting off to sleep until she suddenly stood. Although she was still a bit fearful for her mother, she needed some time to think for herself. Standing, she turned and stalked off, into the woods.

Aava continued to sit there, idle, eyes staring with a harsh tone. Her position was quite unwavering. She showed strength and power, the highest authority in this land. But those other humans... She knew they'de be back.
Giving an evil wolven cackle, she stood and began to snap at the human, false attacks, you may call them. She wanted to test his skills and see if humans were just as good as they all thought they were. Oh, he was to make a good pet.

Eli Fisher

Eli watched in an uncaring way as Aava snapped at him. He just smirked and continued to sit there. Then he balled his hand into a fist again and tried to shove it into the wolf's throat, thinking that his think gloves would protect him. "You think you're soooo tough..." He laughed.

Aava

Aava snarled as he tried to punch her in the throat. She moved back quickly, before leaping straight at him again, jaws open wide as they snapped at him again. How she leapt was as if she was going to try to knock him over, but it wasn't the case. She moved off to the side and then went to clamp her teeth down into the back of his shoulder, and hold him there. Humans were such stupid creatures. She could learn from this one, perhaps, though she knew enough anyway. She was a legendary wolf, a wanted. She had preyed on the livestock of humans before. That was back before. Now she was keeping one hostage, a pet, even. Now she knew nothing else to do.

Eli Fisher

The man had no time to react to Aava's attack. The same shoulder that was wounded before was wounded even more. "Help!" He called out. "I'm under attack!" He now had no weapons. He had left his knife at the Prairie, and he had nothing else to defend himself with. He could only hope for another human to come by and see him here. But by then it might be too late. Either way, he'd be traumatized all his life.

Aava

Aava grinned as she ripped into the shoulder, wincing a bit as her own wounded shoulder split back open. After a few moments, she released and circled back around, stance low and fur bristling, with her auds pasted back against her skull. Her glistening fangs were bared in sharp defiance. She was the alpha around here, and nobody else. She made the decisions. She would be the one to do as she pleased. Whether or not this human knew a thing about wolves, it probably didn't matter. Aava was unique.
One could also doubt that any humans would come wandering back here at such a time. Aava had only one true fear: King Hounds. The breed of canine the humans came up with for hunting and killing wolves. Aava despised them greatly, but in her condition, she'de just run right into a battle with one. Her brain was totally messed up.
With one flick of her tail, she finally stopped circling the two-legged before hopping in to snap at him some more. His head was the bigger target, but she held back in caution for anything like the knife he had before. The slice in her shoulder opened up every once in a while, and it was beginning to cause her leg to feel weak and achy. Her head was starting to throb a bit from when she was hit with the rock. The blood from both wounds had since dried, leaving a crimson spill along her white pelt.

Eli Fisher

By now, Eli only hoped for two things: That he would be saved, or that he would die peacefully. He pulled his leg back and tried to kick Aava's chest. Her jaws hit him in the shoulder, but it was his other shoulder this time. He gritted his teeth and continued to fight, swinging his fists at her face.

Aava

Aava snarled. He'de never get away on his own. Never. Not if Aava herself could help it.
Snarling as he suddenly went to kick her, she tried to dodge at first, yet was successfully slammed right in the chest, close to her opposite shoulder. She gave a snarl of pain, rearing up onto her hind legs and pawing in the human's direction. This wouldn't do anything at all, but she didn't know that. Temper was beginning to show, and her blood was steadily boiling. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!" she shrieked shrilly, leaping in his direction and trying to slash each hand with her fangs that came her way.

Eli Fisher

Eli smiled when his boot his the wolf's chest. But his left wrist was gashed by her fangs, causing him to pull his arms back. This time he did nothing, just stared directly into Aava's eyes.

Aava

Aava snarled once again as she finally felt her fangs slash over the human's hand. She then stood back, giving the human a sharp glare back in return for his stare. No one gave the alphess such a look. Growling loudly, she went and struck out at his face again, extending her neck out quickly and going to nick his nose, or any part of his face for that matter. Then she stood back once more, breathing roughly, feeling her wounds settle in now. Her leg was twitching and moving ever so slightly from the sliced shoulder, but her stance was still quite unwavering. She didn't back down. She never did. And it wouldn't start now.

Eli Fisher

Eli was surprised by Aava's attack. His nose was nearly broken now, and there was a deep cut just below his left eye. He quickly jerked his arm up towards her lower jaw, hoping to catch her by surprise.

Aava & Esprit

Aava was about to leap right back at him when suddenly, the arm knocked her right in the jaw. She landed back on the ground with a thud, still on her paws, body tense and unmoving. She gave her head a few shakes, before turning back to the human, ready for another go.
Right before she opened her mouth to maybe even bite a chunk right off the human, there was a loud voice behind her. "Will you stop?" Esprit asked as she came up, staying back a few feet, voice hinted with annoyance. Right after she said that, her auds planed out to the sides, remembering her mother's bad side. Unbelievably, Aava did stop her antics, though was hesitant to do so. Then, with a gruff, strong growl, she turned and stalked off to the opening of the den.

Esprit was shocked as her mother actually listened to her. She was such a strange canine. She had various personalities, it seemed. With a relieved sigh, she turned to the human, suddenly remembering him. Her eyes became cold then, and her auds went back. No matter what, she didn't trust the things.

Eli Fisher

Eli let out a sigh of relief when the wolf backed off. He then lied down on his side, letting pictures flash through his mind. He recited a poem to himself, closing his eyes and speaking only in a whisper.

A fire-mist and a planet,
A crystal and a cell,
A jelly-fish and a saurian,
And caves where the cave-men dwell;
Then a sense of law and beauty
And a face turned from the clod, --
Some call it Evolution,
And others call it God.

A haze on the far horizon,
The infinite, tender sky,
The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields,
And the wild geese sailing high;
And all over upland and lowland
The charm of the golden-rod, --
Some of us call it Autumn,
And others call it God.

Like tides on a crescent sea-beach,
When the moon is new and thin,
Into our hearts high yearnings
Come welling and surging in:
Come from the mystic ocean,
Whose rim no foot has trod, --
Some of us call it Longing,
And others call it God.

A picket frozen on duty,
A mother starved for her brood,
Socrates drinking the hemlock,
And Jesus on the rood;
And millions who, humble and nameless,
The straight, hard pathway plod, --
Some call it Consecration,
And others call it God.

Aava & Esprit

Aava wasn't finished. No, not yet. She thought about taking a rest, but didn't All she did was sit there on her haunches, with her eyes looking blankly down at the ground. She had that same emotionless look once again. Her head began throbbing, as did her wounded shoulder, but she ignored it. She began thinking about the past again. Vivek and the pups. No pain was strong enough to keep her away from those memories.

Sighing, but keeping her protective stance, she eased her way toward the human. Time to check this thing out. She had never seen one before, and she was a bit cautious and wary, though confident enough. If her mother could handle the humans, then she could too.
Snorting, she narrowed her brown eyes at the human, silently circling around and hopping over half of him to reach the other side. Her nares quivering powerfully, taking in the scent of blood and other things. She kept an eye out for any muscle movement, having been raised significantly by Aava.

Eli Fisher

Eli had almost given up by now. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Right? Not Eli. If you can't beat 'em, try harder. He'd wait until they were off guard. Then he'd make a break for it. For now, though, he sat back and acted relaxed. He folded his arms and closed his eyes, smiling.

Esprit

Esprit snorted, narrowing her eyes against the human. It wasn't safe closing your eyes with wolves around. The small dainty fae kept a sharp eye on the human, making sure he didn't try anything. Then she just sat there, watching. Waiting. He'de probably leave now, seeing as Aava was asleep. And Esprit wanted no part of this thing.

Eli Fisher

Eli opened his eyes halfway to look at Espirit. "Hey, pooch..." He said, slowly moving to his hands and knees. He then began to crawl out, hoping the wolves would let him leave.

Esprit

Esprit simply stared at the human as he got up and began to crawl out. Her eyes seemed to tell him to "get away," or "leave this place." No creature could last through her mother's unrelenting torture. So she stayed there, eyes gleaming mysteriously in the little sunlight that came in. Her mother was asleep, so if the human could sneak past her, then he was free.