The tides of life keep changing and Ricin and his brother seem to be swept aside by the waves of time. Seasons came and went, stripping away the youth that once cling to their blue frames and, in its place, settling lines of years. The itch to explore had pulled Ricin from familiar lands today and, because they hardly ever do anything apart, Chade had gone out with him. Gnarled trees twist in silent agony, reaching their bent fingers skyward as if to pierce the very heavens in their enteral anger as the brothers make their way carefully through the fog laden land.

Normally, the woods whose ancient giants scream out at the sky, is impressive, awe-inspiring and even somewhat magical. But not today. The thick fog boils across the ground, coiling around blue legs and stealing his sight away until he can only see a few inches in front of his face. A chill, not wholly natural, creeps along his skin, causing goosebumps to spread in its wake as a dark feeling of doom settles heavily in his stomach. But Ricin plays it off, knowing, of the pair, he was always more likely to be more afraid while Chade was the level-headed and he does not wish to let childhood fears steal his courage away.

Each step scatters the rolling mist, sending is away from his paws for a moment before it comes coiling back, caressing his long legs with their ethereal tendrils before being dispelled once more. Chade is beside him as they explore, the early morning sun not daring to touch the ground they walk upon. With a chuckle, Ricin lightly says, “When I invited you for a stroll, I didn’t except it be…” his attention deviates as his gaze turns to his brother and one massive tangled root peeks through the fog to ensure his dark blue ankle and steal the lighter blue brother from his darker counterpart’s side.

The world twists and turns in a nauseating whirlwind of helter-skelter information of ground and sky while his name chases after him and the fog swallows his body whole. That rogue root sends him careening down an embankment riddled with knots of roots and big, pointy rocks. Grunts of pain emanate from Ricin each time his body smacks into one of the immovable objects. Finally, after gods know how long, his body finds soft ground and rolls to a stop while his brain attempts to correct the roll of the world. The vomit comes unbidden to the back of his throat and he is powerless to stop the violent express of his morning meal.

Chade’s voice reaches his ears, calling for him to answer and Ricin huffs, working up spit in mouth to dispel the foul taste from his maw before calling out, “Yeah! I’m fin…” the words die on his lips as, close by, a pool of fog curls around the paw of a bear, making it appear to be floating for one brief, horrifying moment before being swallowed up by the gray mist. That old turncoat, fear, spears his brain, dries out his mouth, and has his tail tucking. The scents all mingle together, the moister, dampening any foreign smells that might linger in this unnatural haze.

Mouth pumps as he shouts up to his brother, “BEAR!” The one word ripping open the silence that had engulfed the space around him and he suddenly feels very… guilty. All his life, Chade has protected him, fought his battles because he was weak and useless. Courage turns away the fear, lodging in his mind the idea of battling the bear together, like old times. He surges forward after the hulking beast, charging with a battle cry on his lips as he seeks the leg that he had seen mere second before. Teeth close around the leg and…. He realizes his error too late. The leg is much too slender to be ursine and the blood that meets his tongue is definitely canine.

In the end, retribution is swift and death comes to carry him away on black, cold wings.


-exit Ricin via death-




WC: 683
Total WC: 683 / 1500


"Chade & Ricin"

Roaming with Ricin was always a recipe for a good time. They had started their lone trek as children, along the way they found a new family and with that a home. It had been wonderful growing up with loved ones. However, the magic of the duo together had never left. Between the two of them there was nothing Chade an Ry could not accomplish.

A dense fog had rolled into the woods, making things more mysterious and offering a creepy effect. This atmosphere made Chade feel all the more alive. His senses were on high alert for any danger. No sound went unnoticed, no scent going unregistered in his brain.

His brother seemed to be enjoying the scenery a bit less. Ry was keeping up a brave front but Chade knew his brother all too well. He was about to whisper a ‘boo’ to try and both spook Ry but imagining after spooking him it would help settle nerves. Ry spoke up just as Chade was inhaling for the ‘boo’ but Ry didn’t finish his sentence.

Chade started in surprise as Ry was there and then he wasn’t. The sounds he made as he rolled downhill told Chade where Ry had gone and put a fear in his gut that no amount of fog could ever do. “No, Ry!” He’d be fine. Ricin was nimble and was likely somehow managing to hit the ground in the least dangerous ways. Spear-like rocks impaling his brother came to Chade’s mind and he shook the vision out of his head.

Chade rushed as much as he dared to follow Ricin. Chade could be reckless at times but if he got injured badly now he’d be of no help to Ricin. “You ok? I’m coming Ry!” He heard Ry say he was fine, he also heard him puking. Damn it, he wasn’t fine! Chade was struggling to not lengthen his stride and fly downhill, damning any risk or danger of falling on his own but he hadn’t survive puphood by giving in to impulsions.

The holler for bear changed things. Chade took long leaping strides after Ry cried out about the bear. He stumbled, once, twice, felt a front paw twist and with a snarl continued down heedless of pain. Ry injured with a bear couldn’t wait for him to take the safe path. The ankle was twisted and caused yet another
stumble, pain shooting up the leg warning him there would be consequences for this but that too was ignored. “Ry no!” Chade hollered in response to Ricin’s battlecry. He should wait, hide or run. What if he couldn’t run? Was this a last bite before the bear killed him? Chade didn’t smell a bear as hard as he tried but scents could be tricky and his brain wasn’t processing well.

Finally, he got to where his brother had landed and the smell that hit him was Ricin’s blood. Gasping for breath, ignoring the pain in his paw he stepped forward to find this bear, no, it wasn’t a bear. It was a wolf. Chade spotted where the mist circled about a blue, unmoving lump on the ground. “Ry..,” Chade’s voice was soft, scared as if suddenly they were pups again. With a deep snarl at the stranger Chade moved to Ry’s body, making sure his brother was alive.

He was alive. He was alive. Chade tried to will life into his brother but as he looked at the vacant eyes and the chest stilled with no breath…no miracle was happening here.

“You’re dead,” Chade snarled at the enemy. After this wolf died Chade would die. Ages ago they had decided that life and death would be together.

WC: 616
WC Total: 1299

"Chade & Ricin"

With the death of Scald and his sister being distraught over the loss, Ezekiel has had to blow off a little more steam than usual. In the early morning hours, he had slipped from their den and made his way out into the world to find some unwitting creature to take out his anger on. The grizzly had been easy to find, the big lumbering beast had been out eating in preparation for when it would hibernate and it seems to have just eaten a huge meal because it went down with hardly a fight… which left even more mad.

Not wishing to waste the practically pristine bear fur, the Saxe male had set about stripping it from the body while leaving the head and paws intact. It would make a fine gift for Ely, once he fully tanned it, but taking the entire body back to Syndicate lands would have been too much for him. However, with the fur divested of its dense muscles and fat, the male is able to drape the entire thing over his form and lay its enormous head over his own. By the time he has the skin over his own fur, its blood mingling and marring his coat, a thick fog has settled over the land.

It obscures his surroundings and Ezekiel is forced to go slowly so as not to trip over the reaching roots and jutting rocks that seek to trip passersby. From overhead, he hears the voice of a stranger followed by the sound of a rough descent. A smirk tugs at his lips as he turns to see a light blue coat come to rest close by, the thick fog lowering visibility to a scant few inches in front of his face. Another voice is shouting, the sound of earth being dislodged as they attempt to reach the fallen wolf winding its way down the embankment and the blue guy vomits all over the ground. Disgust pulls at his features as he turns away, abruptly losing interest in the wolf as he continues on his way.

Now, Zeke does not consider himself an evil man and he would have left that guy well enough alone had the next few minutes not transpired. The shout of a bear pulls his ears backward and he idly wonders if the man is yelling about him and his answer is a swift bite to his back-right leg… the one that is still healing from the overstretched tendon he suffered when fighting that damned ice worm. A roar of pain and anger leaves his lips and he is a whirlwind, rounding on the light blue male that has his leg in a vice like grip. The man realizes his mistake, releasing his hold and attempting to back pedal away as his wide crimson eyes fill with horror.

His fury is righteous, his vengeance swift as he overwhelms the taller, frightened man who has tripped over his paws and seems to be attempting to speak while the attacker’s teeth find their mark. The blue throat is in his mouth, the doomed male’s words dying along with the stranger as he twists and rips, parting the man with his windpipe. Ezekiel’s teeth are bared, blood spraying across his face and chest as the exposed artery arches blood through the air. The stranger gurgles, the air causing frothy bubbles to well from the wound as his mouth pumps in the vain attempt to draw breath.

The blue male sags, hitting the ground with a dull thud as his chest heaves and legs kick, his death throes violent but quick. Just as he stills, the fog coils around the dead man, stealing him from view… until another form, darker blue than the first. The new stranger steps forward, his paws chasing away the mist to reveal the scene and dismay, grief, and finally, rage cross over the male’s features. It is undeniable that the man he had just killed and this stranger share a bond and the new combatant seems distinctly disturbed by the death of the lighter blue male. The snarled threat has Ezekiel hunkering down, the bear skull lightly slapping his head as he sets his defenses.

This man seems unhinged and he decides to use the fog to his advantage in the coming duel to the death. With a blood smeared smirk, Ezekiel steps back, disappearing in a swirl of grey before he is off and running, angling to stay alongside the stranger. With the denseness of the mist, it has diminished his line of sight so the Saxe male is forced to rely on his other sense, listening for the softest of sounds along with the more dynamic ones such as running paws and shouted words.

As he runs, Ezekiel knows that he will kill this man today.




WC: 804
Total WC: 2103 / 1500


"Ezekiel Saxe"

The fog wasn’t what clouded Chade’s vision now but emotions that burned to strong to allow him to find rational. It didn’t really matter anyhow. Nothing would stop this pain until he joined Ricin where he had gone. However, revenge was needed. Ricin was a bright light that brought smiles and laughter to the world and this wolf had robbed the world of that light.

Chade’s feet were planted squarely on the ground, eyes scanning for any movement, anything to snap at. The fog seemed to shift to one side and he snapped at it, causing his teeth to clack together but, came up with only air. Standing still made himself a target so Chade leaped to the right, twisting he swiped with a paw hoping to hit flesh so that he would have a target to bite.

Think. Think. Pain, blood, Ricin’s body lay dead nearby. Chade snarled in bitter rage, ducking his head low to protect his neck, ears flat and tail out to act as a rudder to balance. “Come out and fight fair scum!” Chade didn’t want to wait, this guy could find him and get a first bite in, that was fine. If he got bit he’d know where the enemy was. “C’mon… I wanna taste your blood. I’ll drink it down and get drunk on it like a fine wine. Coward, don’t hide”

"Chade"