Trapped (Typhoon)

[Toriety]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/igzzvd.jpg] Confusion. The only feeling that coursed through the Akita's veins for what seemed to be years was this. Though, she couldn't really tell how long it truly was. Time was something she did not understand. Distant memories told that at one point in her life she indeed found time to be something understandable, even useful. What was time anyhow? Where was she? Where was everybody else? The questions glazed over light amber optics untouched by shadows that should have found home under the scrunched brows. Yet, there were none. The fae's chin rest idly upon outstretched forelimbs, gaze locked upon large paws watching as one digit twitched, then the next all through the eight movable toes. It was a pathetic sight really, the beast eaten by confusion and boredom left to rot upon the forest floor. She had spent days in this very position, going over these very same questions and motions yet not a single answer had been found. Flickers of memories occasionally flashed across her mind, yet nothing made sense. Finally a shift was made rolling her frame to it's right side, the left front paw left dangling in mid air for several moments before resting against the inside of it's mate. Toriety began to visually investigate the surroundings once again, pupils running course up the ashen bark of the enormous trees that called this place home. Everything had become an inside game to her when she was tired of the questions, always attempting to pass the boredom. Her gaze traced the maze of indents upon one particularly ancient specimen from the earthen base as far up as she could possibly focus. Sides expanded and fell with a loud snort of disprovable as the mind game neared an end, ribs swiftly dropping back into a barely noticeable rising and falling pattern of habit. She was trapped once again, it was a familiar feeling. In life, though she did not remember it now, her own mind and fears trapped her within solitude. Yet now some unseen force tied her to this very forest. Little did the young dog know it was death itself.

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[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/Untitled-31.jpg] He needed to escape. His mind, his pack, his life. All needed to pause, even if it were just for a second. Although nothing significant was happening within any of them, hours earlier, panic struck his body. Heavy breathing, unable to think clearly. So he ran, having absolutely no idea where he was going. What he did know was that he passed through Elysian territory... and it was so empty. Part of him hoped someone would come out of the shadows but he couldn't decide what he would rather happen. Maybe he wanted to apologize for everything, bowing before the remaining members, offering himself to them. Or perhaps he hoped they would come racing towards him, planning on attack. If the latter happened, he already knew it would simply lay down and let them have their revenge. Nothing happened. As he neared the edge of their territory, he stopped and turned around. Scanning the Hills for any sign of... anyone. He stood there for what seemed like hours hoping someone patrolling the area would run across his scent, but nothing ever happened. Finally, head down, he turned and continued on his journey. Typhoon had no idea where he was going, but something deep within his heart pulled him away from his pack, pulled him to the forest of spirits. What an odd name..., he thought. Large paws trudged slowly through the fallen leaves, lazily scraping the ground as he walked. He kept his gaze only a few feet from his paws, but when he finally lifted his crown to look ahead of himself, he stopped short. Someone.... something... was there. Nostrils expanded and contracted, trying to pick up the scent, but there was none. His eyes winced from confusion, unable to figure out what was wrong with the form. He was too far off from it and it's back was turned towards him, laying down. He decided finally that it was defiantly a canine, but his instinct once again told him something was off with this particular canine. His eyes darted to his right, planning his next movements. Something brought him to this place and he wasn't about to simply walk away from the first sign he was given. In a stalking fashion, he rounded the light coloured canine until he was directly in front of it, whoever it was would see him coming. Head held high, nostrils still flaring, trying to pick up on any scent, he moved forward. Slowly. Ever so slowly. The form becoming clearer and clearer until he was forced to stop in his tracks. A shocked gasp escaped his lips, his jaw felt as it was going to fall off, eyes were starting to fill up, blurring the familiar subject before him. She was different. Something ghostly about her. But it was her. She was alive. Typhoon didn't believe in ghosts.

[Toriety]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/igzzvd.jpg] The sun had just begun to rise over the ancient wooden soldiers of the east when she had first shifted to lay upon her side. Much time had passed, her gaze flickering to the dimming light falling slowly below the branched horizon of the west. An entire day was nearly gone once more yet it seemed to be a single moment. Compared to the past this had only been a moment placed into a time frame of eternity. Being so new to this life Toriety was still not accustomed to such things. The sounds of the foliage crunching beneath massive paws would pull the attention of most. Even in the prior life this Akita held would have been sent her into a panicked frenzy of defense. No reaction was offered to his presence. It was as if she could not find it in her mind to possibly care that he had found her so vulnerable. Would he take her from the misery that haunted her daily? Rescue her from the confusion that had become her life after death? Perhaps answer the questions filling her mind every second that managed to tick by? Every motion was noted, her imagination becoming much more vivid in the last months then it had ever been. Although amber hues locked upon the shadows of the forest it was as if she could picture every movement. The exact image of the large rottweiler brute played through her genius as if a slide show continuously flipped images before her mind's eye. Every minute twitch of bulky muscle was noted, the alert and curious position of the pushed forward receptors, and the pain. The pain soared from his being amongst a myriad of other feelings; guilt, rage, confusion, anger, sadness, hurt. Empathy. It was something new in this form, yet the black male's emotions seemed to reach out and cling to her frame. The arms of the agony reaching through her, twisting her soul as if wringing it clear of any emotion once held before his presence. Along with the internal torture came the great sense of familiarity. She had known this dog that so hesitantly approached. As the knowledge rang within Toriety it was confirmed by the quick, shallow intake of air through an maw fallen agape. Only now did the phantom decide movement was warranted, not for her own well being, but for the shocked male. Why would he be so surprised to see her? The lean bodice rolled onto it's soft undercarriage, effortlessly rising to thick pillars. A broad skull twisted off axis optics locking upon the male's rounded expression. A single step pulled the seemingly weightless frame closer to the familiar dog a soft expression pulled lips into a gentle smile. Finding her voice took several moments as it had not been used since her last words spoken to Typhoon as he offered her this new life, "Do...I know you?"

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[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/Untitled-31.jpg] There was defiantly something off about her. If her face wasn't so cemented within Typhoons brain, he might have not even recognized her at all. Her colours were faded, no longer the bright off-orange colour he remembered. His eyes were tricking him, though. She didn't seem entirely... whole. Figuring it was just the blur from the relieved tears welling up in his eyes, he put it aside. If for no other reason than she had spoke to him. There was no denying it now. That voice... he would never forget it. The seemingly lost lighthearted chuckled returned once again from her question. Was she serious? He could do nothing to prevent the smile forming on his face. "Well.. not exactly. Not... formally. I doubt there is any way you could ever forget me. Or forgive me for that matter. B-but my name, it's Typhoon." Part of him hoped that their whole previous encounter would be forgotten and put aside. The brute was entirely too happy at the moment to even think of reliving that situation. Of trying to explain to the lovely fae why, exactly, he tried to steal something of hers that he had no right to touch. All he cared about at this very moment was that she was here in front of him, apparently unscathed by that day. Except, of course, her apparent loss of memory. And not to mention the odd colour and simple appearance of the Akita. "I never knew your name. I never knew anything about you. But you're here and alive, that's all that matters now." The brute wanted so much to run up to the Akita, to touch her. Just to make sure that it wasn't all just some ghastly nightmare. Something to turn his heart a little harder than it already was. Typhoon refrained from such actions. Running up to her again could easily frighten her, remind her of days gone past. As silly as he knew he looked, all he could do to calm himself was to move his front feet in a excitable manner, almost a gleeful dance gone wrong, his face all bright, cheery smiles.

[Toriety]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/igzzvd.jpg] The rapid changes of emotion pulled the confusion back to the forefront of the fae's mind once again. Agony to joy? How was such a transformation possible so quickly? And what would her presence have to do with such changes? The questions flitted across her canvas nudging brows southward and the smile dissipating and being replaced with a baffled frown. The down turned tiers were not those of hurt or sadness, the slight curvature was an obvious reflection of the questions pouring through the Akita. Triangular twins pushed forward, opening themselves for the words being offered. The habitual expanding and contracting of her rib cage ceased, her frame being completely still taking in the large Rottweiler's odd introduction. How could she forget him? How could she forgive him? What was this insanity he was speaking of? Toriety had no idea what he was referring to, but took a moment to search the dimmed memories floating through a black clouded memory bank. She took quite some time begging her mind to cooperate to no avail. The whole while her features never shifted, amber hues locked upon the brute's darker browns. The movement of his massive front paws yanked the femme back to the present, eyes shifting downward toward the jigging extremities. Her tiara shifted to the left as she examined his gleeful dance before her gaze slowly flowed up toward his eyes again. She wasn't quite sure what he was speaking of, but there were no ill feelings attached to his familiarity. There must not be reason to turn away or be hateful toward this dog. She would know...or at least she hoped she would have. That gentle smile found itself upon her features once more before responding several moments too late, "I'm sorry, but I'm not sure that I know of what you're speaking. Nonetheless it's a pleasure to meet you, Typhoon. You may call me Toriety." All attention other than optics stayed upon the male, eyes scanning the forest behind him briefly before returning to the masculine visage, "I'm afraid it's rather lonely here, not many wander through. It's nice to have company no matter who you may be," the grin brightened as she realized perhaps he would stay, maybe keep the boredom away for at least a little while.

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[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/Untitled-31.jpg] Typhoon knew exactly how silly he must have looked, although he did not care one bit. Nothing mattered in the world but this moment, the moment he only had dreams about. The one he knew could never happen. The excited dance finally ceased when the fae spoke, all his attention was focused on her words. Although the gleeful smile remained, an apparent confusion of his own swept silently through his dark brown eyes. He was now carefully calculating his next move. There would be time in future to discuss their previous meeting. After he had her safely in his own territory where he could protect her from anything like it happening again. Typhoon took one slow step towards Toriety, watching her eyes for any fear or recognition. "Toriety. Simple beautiful. I can completely understand your predicament. Perhaps I can convince you to come back with me? I can help you find your pack. The Elysians, correct?" His smile grew wider as he considered the other option he was going to give her. Eyes grew soft, longing already for a positive response. "...Or maybe you could come to my home. Barzakh can provide you with everything you need or want. I can provide you with it?" The Barzakh Alpha knew how hard it can be to leave the only pack you've known, your family. He was sure that he could create a better life for this fae than any pack on the island. Typhoon was not easily swayed once he had made a decision and he would now do everything within his power to convince her of the glory that awaited her just beyond the Barzakh border. Before waiting for her reply, he took one more step closer to her before turning and pausing, facing the direction he had first came from. Quickly tilting his head towards the Barzakh lands, he tried to push her into leaving this place before she had a chance to think it out. "Shall we, love?"

[Toriety]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/igzzvd.jpg] She couldn't contain her smile as Typhoon's excitement began to boil over. Though she was unsure why he was so pleased to see her, it made her happy that he was so joyous and that she was of interest to him. Interest meant the loneliness would be gone for even a little amount of time. Erect ears pushed forward as his deep voice began to try to persuade her to join him in travel, her head tilting ever so slightly. It did sound like such a wonderful thing to be a part of a pack. The Akita could just imagine having others around all of the time, to never feel so trapped as she did now. But it was too good to be true, and she was well aware of that. Toriety tried to escape the forest so many times, yet no matter how hard or fast she ran there seemed to be an invisible chain weighing her down, keeping her tied to this mysterious land. Brows furrowed as a calculative gaze watched each movement of the Rottweiler with caution even though she truly did want to trust him. Although she was unsure of him there was no tension tightening the muscles within her frame as there was suppose to be. She stood relaxed and calm only now finally taking in a breath in attempt to pull his scent in once more hoping it would trigger some memory. Finally there was something. The place nor the reason were available to her, yet the memory was sharp and painful as it coursed through her ghastly frame. Two steps were taken gliding her away from the brute as shades shut tightly over round windows in an attempt to ease the stabbing pressure. A soft whine was forced from her larynx as the feeling began to leave her, orbs shooting open to gaze wide-eyed at the large, muscular brute before her. A quick intake of air was pulled through her body in the form of a relieved gasp as normalcy set in once more. A rather broad skull shifted side to side in a visible answer to his query while the look of confusion found itself plastered to her features once more. "I can't leave. I have tried, but never can get out." Chocolate pools rolled to the left and then to the right before dropping on the male once again. The feelings she felt now were calm, relaxed, and sad knowing she could not go with the beast, yet there was an underlying fear and pain associated with the male's presence. What a peculiar moment for the fae as she could not remember being so torn in life nor in death.

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[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/Untitled-31.jpg] The large male Rottweiler was all smiles when he started heading back towards Elysian and then Barzakh territories, but it didn't last long. He didn't take more than a few strides before the Akita's vocals rang out to him. The brute paused and craned his neck around towards her, eyes glowing with anticipation of what was to come. The grin plastered upon his maw ever so slightly disappearing with each syllable Toriety spoke until a look of confusion was all that remained. He stared at her for a moment, although not really looking at her, his mind was fumbling over the meaning of her words. Unable to come to a conclusion, a deep chuckle arose from his chest, his head shaking from side to side trying to remove the confusion from it. Still laughing, he trotted up to the fae. "Don't be silly, love. Let's g-..." - The brutes face was twisted from it's laughing form to one more of shock and horror as he watched his paw pass through Torietys own paw. He said nothing for a long time, although the muscles in his jaw flexed his open maw slightly, as if he were trying to form words long forgotten. By the time the realizations hit him, he must have been staring at her paw for a few minutes. A low whine was breathed out through his nose, his jaw finally closing and his haunches slowly lowering themselves to the ground. His light posture had changed as everything came back upon his shoulders, weighing him down. It couldn't be true, what Toriety was... they weren't real. But here she was, right in front of him, as clear as day. His heart ached so much that he assumed it would explode at any second. And to be honest with himself, he wished it would. Although shock still overwhelmed him, in the end, he was defeated and just plainly... didn't care. Without looking at the fae, he told her in fewer words than she deserved what had happened. "I killed you. For all the wrong reasons. And there is nothing I can say to justify what I did. Toriety... you're dead. I'm so sorry.". Finally, with his head slumped, he moved his dark brown orbs upward to peer at the fae. He looked as if he were a puppy who had just pissed on the humans carpet, forcing back tears that felt as if they were welling up in his eyes.

[Toriety]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/igzzvd.jpg] She silently watched as the large brute's facial features shifted from glee to confusion and back to happy once more. Part of her, some little voice deep down, begged her to flinch away when he approached so close. Instead she stood still, unmoving. No ounce of her faltered with the expression of pure comfort encompassing her being. Eyes focused upon his through his approach, following his gaze as it fell toward the ground. Typically her brow would wrinkle in concern and confusion yet it kept it's smooth appearance. The same blank stare that was offered to the rottweiler now staring with emptiness at the pair of paws intertwined upon the earth. Although it seemed as if Toriety had seen such a thick a hundred times before, reality was that the Akita was quite surprised...shocked...mystified at the occurrence. This was the first time since walking the earth in her new form that she had encountered another dog. It was the first time that a chance to see such things was given. The soft whine from the fellow canine caused a single aud to flicker proving she was still mentally aware of what was going on around the pair. Both radars twisted to catch the notes flowing freely now from the brute's maw, the sound of a sad symphony. Eyes stayed upon the translucent appendage for several more moments, each word slowly being taken in as he offered her what was now her life. Her own gaze finally lifted to meet his. Despite what she just learned her eyes told a story opposite of what one would expect. There was no anger, no fear, no hatred. The gaze was soft and gentle, and relieved. Everything finally made sense. Why she was so alone, why she couldn't leave, and the confusion was finally gone. A smile crossed across her lips, it seemed that the fae's burden had lifted from her frame, although now there was one placed back upon Typhoon. "Thank you." It may have seemed like an odd thing for her to offer the male. Was she thanking him for death? No. But for setting her free for a second time. In life she was afraid, useless to the world, and up until now in death she was nothing but confused and anguished because of that. Now she understood, she was without fear. Her dial stretched toward him, nose meeting his shoulder in encouragement, eyes still locked upon his.

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[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/T4.jpg] Typhoon adverted his eyes from her before he was able to see her relief. He expected her to lash out at him. Maybe kill him herself as punishment? Or could ghosts even do something like that, he wondered silently to himself. In the mere seconds that ticked by, Typhoon had a whole conversation with himself, it was all almost laughable to him. Had he thought of what his reaction to meeting a ghost, in which he did not believe in, before he came here might have been like. What he assumed would have happened then would have been the typical reaction he heard through the open windows of his humans home while they watched their television. Screaming, running, possession and death. But his real reaction was as if he knew they existed all along, not really surprised by the realization that he was speaking to a dead dog. Although he knew that Toriety was in fact real, he still didn't want to believe it. She could be nothing but a figment of his imagination. Perhaps she had been created by his troubled mind to ease the pain within, if only for a moment. The seconds seemed mercilessly long as he waited for the worst blow she could deal him. He would do nothing when it came, it was well deserved. But when the apparition spoke, it only brought more confusion to the young brutes mind, although hardly noticeable within the twirling whirlpool of demons. She thanked him? Brows pulled together and what almost looked light anger flicked across his orbs as his skull shot up wards to look her in the eyes, as if he thought it was some kind of joke... making fun of his pain and her death. But all he saw within her sparkling eyes was relief, as if he had set her free once again. The anger from his own eyes was gone, but brows were still pulled tightly together, he was entirely unsure how he was supposed to feel. All he knew is that he would not get the joyful feelings he had only moments earlier. Only one question came to his mind. "What are we going to do now?" We. He couldn't leave her now. She had been so lonely here in the forest, so confused. Typhoon couldn't even begin to imagine what the swallowing loneliness of the forest must do to someone, alive or not. Perhaps he could move his pack closer to this area, although it would seem silly to travel this far for something most of them surely didn't believe in. No, this was something he needed to keep a secret for now. He didn't need his pack thinking that he had finally gone off his rocker, telling wicked stories of ghosts in the forest that talked to him. So, what did they do now?