Safe in a Deathtrap

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"Humor? Villainess?" Purge mused as she shook out her white fur, freeing it of dust. Watching the black male slunk into the shadows, Purge stood still in the light. Her tail tip twitched while she was thinking. "I like it." She squared her shoulders and promptly sat. The sun floating down, gleaming on her ivory pelt. This Renegade thought her an interesting character. Oh, she was, extremely interesting. Her red eyes glittered as she slumped into a laying position, shifting so that her chin rested upon her small white paws. Purge gazed into the powdery darkness, its velvet depths almost tangible. Yet, in those fathoms lie two gleaming opals, blue as the sky. Letting the sun on her back draw her into the false security of sleep, her eyelids slowly slipped shut.

'Forever, oh yes forever. Will I ever tell you, ah no.'

There she lay, a land mine waiting to blow. A cobra lying in wait. A trap ready to be sprung. An oblivious one that didnt know what she was getting into.

Love, a dangerous game for a prickly wolfess as herself. A game where she was bound to get hurt, or hurt someone else.

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Renegade:

Ah so he'd been right. This bold young phantom was indeed of evil alliance. A good she-wolf no matter how gruff would have taken offense to the title and a neutral would have pursued or corrected the matter. But no - Mistress Purge enjoyed her true character being acknowledged. She was almost proud of it even...

As her light, pink ruby orbs were slowly covered by her white, velvety lids he let himself relax all the more. Evil or not, she had no intention of killing him. Maybe it was out of respect for his combat skills or maybe it was out of boredom and the fickle mistress found him entertaining. He didn't care - as long as she wouldn't attack and he was free to relax.

He felt the warm sun slinking into the den and warming the air until it was that horrible, drowsy stuff that was what made the season so pleasant. He let his own eyes close as he slipped into slumber to recover from his injuries. Mind he wasn't completely unaware! Oh no, he'd learned long ago to keep his ears alert and to collect sound without being completely conscious, but he was never completely defenseless either. So keeping his ears alert rather than letting them fall back as most wolves did, he fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.

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Purge awoke early, much to her distaste. It was still dark out, only the faint rosy tints of the sun peeked from behind the mountains. Everything was a dark chrome, the shows an impossible abyss of pure black. The white she wolf practically glowed in the full moons light, even as the silver orb completed its descent. The albino weeds clambered soundlessly to her paws. She knew why she awoke. Something was off. She couldn't quite pin the feeling down. What was it? Was it an odd scent? Maybe the atmosphere....no. The birds. They weren't singing. Why? Purge cocked her head, gazing at the shadows which concealed Renegade. Should she wake him? No, he needed his rest if he was to heal properly. With a tiny sigh she leaped through the hole in the den and landed with a soft thump on the ground beside it. Although the noise was minimal, it was amplified by the stillness of the morning. Usually the birds began to sing before dawn, but they were deadly silent. The foliage rustled nearby and Purge caught a scent. Wolf. Out stepped, a.....a fox? Purge frowned and sniffed again. There was clearly a wolf scent drifting through the woods, but....it was no where to be found. And somehow it managed to scare the songbirds into silent shadows....

[Fierfly]

Renegade:

His sensitive, satellite ears were idle most of the night. There were the usual sounds: cooing raccoons, chirping crickets and cicadas, an owl or two - there was no need for worry - for once, it was simply a quiet evening.

Not for long.

Finally he heard the gentle thump of Purge leaping out of his den. Either she was now bored with his company or she was going to hunt - or maybe it was both. His muscles went rigid as he caught a scent that made every wolf's spine prickle and ruff raise with uneasiness - the scent of apprehensiveness.

His eyes flashed open and he sniffed again. Apprehensive, alert, aware, careful...he rose to his feet and then fell with a muffled yelp as his shoulder ached with pain and stiffness and his paw burned with pressure. "Blazes!" he cursed softly and rose again, more slowly this time and accommodating for his injured shoulder and again holding his paw off the ground. He limped to the window and put his front paws on the sill - preparing to leap out if necessary but not completely there either.

Purge glowed like a phantom in the dying moonlight and her pink eyes reflected the lovely tint of the early dawn. Her ears were alert and trained, nose searching, eyes squinting and scrutinizing. He called out in a careful whisper, "What is it?" and began searching along with her, searching for the cause of her uneasiness in the eerie, silent morn.

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"Why hello there sister." A reddish orange form slink out of the shadows, making the red fox flee. Volpina smirked as she saw Purge. "Always so attentive, ooh, and you've got yourself a boyfriend. I didn't know you were capable of such feelings." The fox like shewolf sneered, stepping closer.

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"Half sister," Purge corrected Volpina. At her taunting accusation the albino shewolf frowned strongly. "He is not my boyfriend...he's just....a...wolf..." Purge didn't know why she was at such a loss for words, but Purge suddenly didn't feel like denying the comment. Purge glared at her half sister, they looked nothing allke, but then again, she looked nothing like her family because of her albinism. The young shewolf widened her stance. Purge had known that this day might come. She supposed she deserved it, Purge had weaseled her way to a position of power, all the while humiliating her half sister to get there, stealing Volpinas future. They had once been good friends, but those days were long over. To be truthful, Purge had taken away everything from Volpina. But she was simply doing her job. She had to purge her mothers line. In the end, she too would have to die. She couldn't have any offspring either, unless she killed them too and Purge wasn't willing to do that.

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Renegade:

The black wraith stiffened as the fox fled and a new phoenix-colored she-wolf stepped into view. She sneered at Purge, violent green eyes glinting with sarcasm and loathing. She began to taunt the white phantom and Renegade found himself caught off-guard as she referred to him as Purge's love interest.

Purge shot back a sneer of her own to her half-sister and defended their relationship - though her voice betrayed uncertainty that left Renegade uneasy himself. Still, this new turn of events was much too interesting for him to stand idly by. He leaped through the window, tearing open the gash on his wrist and fresh blood started to seep from it, but he didn't let the pain show and strode forward as if nothing was wrong, only limping lightly as he went around Purge so that he was now viewing the confrontation from the side, able to see both females.

What they lacked in resemblance in their coats and eyes they made up for with build. Both were strong, though Purge was more compact and her half-sister seemed more fluid and stable. Longer legs on the vixen lent her a longer stride and probably more power, but she had a smaller jaw and Purge had the real muscle and bulk of the two he felt fairly sure.

Normally he wouldn't interfere with family relationships, especially not when they had bad blood between each other (and these two vixens certainly did!), but nor was he one to abandon a friend, or an ally. So instead he was quickly on his guard: ears alert, nose attentive, eyes observing carefully, silently, waiting for even the wrong twitch of a muscle as an excuse to spring. He could still feel the prevailing stiffness and hurt from his other wounds, and Purge would probably want to handle her own battle, but he wasn't going to be caught off-guard should things evolve in a less than favorable way.

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"Oh please, Purge. I know you're smart but you're a terrible liar." Volpina smirked "You and I are the last ones. I can't believe you went through with that-thst children's tale!"

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"How dare you call the Prophecy a children's tale!" Purges already angry figure rippled into a raging monster; fur spiked up and tail raised like a flag behind her. A snarl erupted from her throat.

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Volpina only smirked at her sisters frustration. When it came to her, Purges emotionless facade was ripped to shreds, revealing all the emotions boiling underneath the ice. Teasingly, Volpina recited the saying.

"From the White pelt and red eyes will be birthed a plague of wolves-"

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Purge growled and lunged forward bowling her sister over and into the brush. "Do not disgrace the prophecy!" Purge hissed and slashed her half sister across the face with one claw. The view of the shirt confrontation hidden from view by the underbrush. Volpina snarled and flung Purge off, nevertheless she retreated into the woods, a scheming gleam in her green eyes.
-exit Volpina-


(Sorry no muse so I had to get this over with to progress several plots. XD sorry)

[Fierfly]

((Totally fine, Muse is a fickle mistress and when she won't cooperate, she just won't cooperate, I totally understand))

Renegade:

Purge's half-sister smirked at Purge's lame cover-up and began to taunt her about a children's tale. Purge went from her usual calm and observant demeanor to a growling, spitting, brindle-raised fighter. Her fine, silky coat was suddenly all on end and standing spiked along her spine and everywhere else. Irritation was evident and she warned silence or attack with a white flag of a tail and a sharp growl at her half-sister. What ever this "children's tale" or "prophecy" was, it was rather a sore-spot with Purge.

The phoenix colored vixen simply chuckled and accepted the challenge, starting what sounded like a rhyme or one of those sing-song spells that told of a wolf's fate. He'd heard of them, but had never actually heard one. Purge snarled low in her throat and lunged forward, garnet eyes blazing as she reprimanded her half-sister for such insolence. He actually startled as the white rocket shot forwarded and both landed in the brush. He stood there for a moment, listening to the brief scuffle, wondering whether to assist or stand down. He finally decided for the latter, unless he was needed. Purge shot back out from the brush as though she'd been kicked off and he could barely make out a shadow and glint of green as the vixen slunk away.

He considered shooting Purge's enemy a warning growl before she disappeared completely, but this was not his fight, so he would do everyone a favor and stay out of it. Instead he pushed his ears forward, relaxed his tail and limped forward, gingerly trying all four paws. It wasn't horrible, but it was certainly easier with only three for the time being. He crouched until he could dip his head to reach and gently nudged Purge's cheek with his nose. "Are you okay?" as usual it was impossible to tell the feelings behind his voice. It was low and expressionless, a simple question. No concern, no apprehensiveness, just forward curiosity. He glared at where the shadow had disappeared for a moment, then glanced down at Purge, startled to find himself staring into the very depths of her ruby red eyes.

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Purge stood, huffing, fuming. Her puffed out mane of white fur slowly laid flat and her shoulders slumped into a more relaxed position. Her ruffled appearance seemingly effortlessly ((wow that's a mouthful)) melting into a smooth, ivory sheen. Her now peaceful ruby eyes turned towards Renegade. Behind her now calm exterior, she wondered what her new companion thought of her. How embarrassing it was to be exposed and raw in front of him, spilled like an open book for all to see and read. She hated that. She looked searchingly at him, wondering if she should explain the prophecy. Something told her that he wouldn't ask even if he was curious, in respect. However, he did ask a question. Concern over her well being. Her thin coat didn't protect her from much and she did bear a few shallow scratches and scrapes from her little scrimmage with that fox of a sister. half sister. Purge mentally corrected herself.

"Yes, I'm fine." Purge spoke emotionlessly. To be truthful she was not fine. Not emotionally, but mentally. It secretly hurt the guarded shewolf that Renegade had expressed himself so stoically. Purge supposed that would be expected as she treated him in the like manner. The albino wolfess clenched her jaw discreetly and turned the conversation around. "Your wound has reopened." Purge Stated the obvious.

[Fierfly]

Renegade:

Purge calmed down and turned her focus to him, staring into his eyes as well. She hesitated, probably weighing in her mind what was worth saying and what she wanted to keep to herself. Finally she murmured a demure affirmative to his earlier question, then waved it aside and said with a steely glint in her gemstone eyes that the matter of her well-being was closed.

Aggravating she-wolves! Purge was obviously very much put out and upset - and not just with their vixen visitor, she was displeased with him. He wanted to roll his eyes at her attitude and facade of serenity and quip back something cute and clever, but bit his tongue. He wasn't one to go around making enemies, and Purge was one of the last wolves he wanted for an enemy.

Now appearing completely calm, Purge oh-so-delicately reminded him of his wound and he had to catch himself to keep from rolling his eyes at her for it. The ever-observant Purge had said he was bleeding again? No! Really? Was he? Oh, he hadn't noticed...of course he had noticed - any idiot would have noticed. The pain was impossible to overlook - it hurt like the dickens! No one had to remind him that he was wounded or that the cut had opened again. But Purge...aggravating villainess! He turned away, his tail swishing in agitation. "Thanks for noticing," he huffed humorlessly.

He continued away for a few paces before he regained his own composure, took in a deep breath and turned back to her. "Well Mistress Purge, what are you going to do now?" he wasn't prying, just curious. The two sisters (half-sisters!) obviously didn't get along well with each other and he was curious whether or not she would pursue the fox-like vixen, or if she would let her enemy make the first move.

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As Renegade flipped his thick black tail and replied with a guileful tone Purge rose one brow. For as short as shed known him he'd been virtually stone cold, all logic and no emotion really. But now he was being mr. Sassy pants. Had she offended him in someway? Had her blunt observation aggravated him? Usually, Purge wouldn't give a whisker, but this he wolf was different. She wanted to please him, though she didn't want to fawn over him and obey his every whim. No sir! She wanted them to be equals. She wanted......what did she want? Purge groaned inwardly and answered his next curious question.

"I'm going to kill her. Then...." Purge's red eyes went glassy for a moment. Did she have it in her? Could she do it? She didn't want to. She wanted to live happily ever after. Have a mate and pups-but that would never happen. For she couldn't unleash the plague. Whatever that was......Eyes shifting towards her paw she spoke.

"From the White pelt and red eyes will be birthed a plague of wolves. The earth will rend, the skies will stir. Some may see it as a blessing, others see it as a curse." Purge recited the prophecy. It was as old as time itself. And no white wolf with red eyes had been sighted except for her mother....her mother was the mother of the plague. And she (and Volpina too) were the plague. Yet it appeared to have no affect yet, so Purge knew she still has time. She had killed her mother and all of her siblings. Every last one except for Volpina. And once that Vixen was gone, she'd have to kill herself. She couldn't have pups. She couldn't endanger the world. Sure she was evil and wished evil upon many, but she didn't want the world destroyed. Vixen however couldn't care one bit. She didn't believe.

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Renegade:

He felt his own brows lift at Purge's immediate answer. Just kill her? Just like that? Whatever the "prophecy" or "tale" or whatever it was that the two had argued about was, it was worth blood to Purge. And then - and then what? Purge seemed somewhat hesitant to finish her statement. There was an almost wistful look on her still, proud face and for a moment, she melted again. There was no mask of silence or a hardened shell of mistrust, there was something real underneath. There was a real wolf with feelings and dreams and an innocent longing, no matter her affiliation.

Purge repeated the rhyme her half-sister had started earlier and finished it, eyes down-cast and shamefully concentrating on her paws. "From the White pelt and red eyes will be birthed a plague of wolves. The earth will rend, the skies will stir. Some may see it as a blessing, others see it as a curse."

So that was it, Purge believed that she was a plague. He wanted to shake his head at the foolishness of it all, but he'd seen how Purge reacted to insolence and quite frankly, he didn't want to have to face that side of her as an opponent. Instead he studied her firm garnet eyes and downcast expression. "You really believe that?" he gentled his voice, letting sincerity through, he softened his eyes and relaxed his shoulders and posture. If Purge answered, he wanted her answer to be sincere and from someone who trusted him, not from a wraith who was on their guard, suspicious of every twitch of a muscle. He needed to know as her friend.

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Purge looked down with a hard stare. Did she believe it? Did she really believe the word of a long dead wolf? Purge looked up at Renegade with soft, solemn eyes. "Yes." With that word she moved to his side and bumped his side teasingly in an attempt to brighten the mood. For right now it was heavy with the dread of destiny. Purge was opening up, a hardy oyster slowly revealing its pearl. She didn't know exactly why, she had always been cynical and emotionless, nothing but logic and stone on the outside. Why was she letting him in? Why was she still here after a humiliating display of emotions? Perhaps....perhaps she should just run away, wander on like she always did, track down Volpina....kill her half sister then....kill herself...... Purge sighed. Renegade didn't care, it didn't look like he cared about anything. He was just like her. There was no too in their hearts for anyone else but themselves. "It was fun Ren. I'll see you-" her words wouldn't come. She wouldn't see him again. She'd be dead by then. Purge felt her pain stubbornly reach her eyes, and her ears pushed back in anger at herself. Her wall she spent so long building was crumbling. No!

Purge turned tail and ran into the brush only looking back once she was concealed in the shadows before letting her tears fall. Then she was gone.

-exit Purge-

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Renegade:

He grew uneasy at Purge's silence. She was taking far too long to answer. She finally whispered the affirmative, her proud, ruby eyes heavy and sad as she accepted her destiny.

He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that she was doing this to herself. She'd misjudged him - he wasn't an ignorant fool, quite the contrary he was observant and perceptive - sometimes he saw more than he wished to and now was one of those times. She was hurt. Beneath those observing, leering red gems and proud white mask of stone, Purge was hurt. She wasn't unfeeling, she wasn't proud and undefeated - she'd been struck many times and she was really and truly hurt about this. She tried to tease him with a playful bump, but he just kept watching, he could see the pain in her walk. She didn't limp like he did, but he could see it just the same.

The white she-wolf sighed, then bid a good-bye, "It was fun Ren. I'll see you-" he softened and drew closer to her, trying to get her to look him in the eye, he needed to read her. The eyes were the window of the soul and he was afraid of what pain she was hiding and he needed to see into her. "Purge-," he started, interrupting her. There was a brief glance and he saw something that made him afraid for her: her death.

As if she knew she'd been discovered, Purge turned and fled, ruby eyes glistening with tears just before he lost sight of them. "Purge, wait!" it was an order - but there was no one to receive it as she disappeared into the underbrush and shadows, the sun aided her as it flashed a brilliant light and penetrated the forest, and before he knew it she was gone.

He stared after her in shock for a moment, his mind was still spinning as he tried to comprehend it all. Purge was going to kill her sister and then -.

Forget that he was injured, forget White Magic, forget everything. His own ears shot forward and he set off at his fastest lope after her, cursing his injuries for coming now when he needed to move quickly the most. "Purge, don't do anything until I find you." he ordered her in his thoughts, "I'm coming, just slow down. Wait Mistress Purge, there's much more to life that that. Please, wait."

-Exit Renegade-