♥ in another castle

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[atrb=background,http://a.imageshack.us/img801/7940/turniptablemid.png] text - "talking" - thinking - "spirits" It was much lighter out than he remembered it being before, and the ground felt different against his side. It took the pup a moment to open his eyes, and when he finally did, he whimpered and closed them all over again. Though it was darkish where he found himself, light burned bright in front of him, stinging his eyes and making him cringe. The constant murmur of voices was a reassuring sound, though he wasn’t sure whether they were his voices, or strangers lurking outside. Lye’s familiar cackle was a relief, though only for a moment; he didn’t mind the sound, except it was almost always directed at him. “Well if it isn’t the princess, awake at last!” her voice was sarcastic, but there was still a hint of the worry she might have felt, had she actually cared. Maybe she did, but Turnip wasn’t in a very good mood at that moment; he was hungry, and his head both hurt and felt as if it were packed full of fur. The pup’s stomach rumbled, and he glanced around, hoping to find some hint of food, but he found nothing and gave a defeated sigh. It looked like he would have to try hunting. The area smelled different than he remembered, as he poked his head out of the hole he’d apparently crawled into. It smelled crisper, and the air felt cooler out here, to the point that he gave a slight shiver. As he pulled himself out of his shelter, his paws pressed into mud and he gave a slight frown. It was cold, but apparently the weather was turning warmer. The pup’s dark ears shifted on his head as he tried to figure out where he was, and if there was any danger. He took a step forward and stumbled slightly, his balance off for likely the same reason as his head felt so empty now. Still, it didn’t stop him from wandering forward and trying to reacquaint himself with the area he thought he was in. It didn’t take too long for him to realize that this was not, in fact, where he last remembered himself being. The small male’s heart beat hard in his chest as he fought back a growing panic; he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten there, and he had no idea where he was, so he was understandably scared. Lye’s laughter sizzled along his nerves and it took every ounce of his self-control to keep from growling at her, “You blacked out, stupid. Someone found you and brought you here.” Her tone left him wondering whether she disliked the stranger, whose smell he finally noticed was mingled with his own, or the fact that he'd been moved somehow. Knowing Lye, she could simply have just decided not to like the situation; he was never entirely sure how her mind worked with those things. Still, her words didn’t do much to ease his fear. Turnip’s dark ears flicked from side to side and a scared whine started in his throat, growing in volume as his anxiety increased. Who had brought him here? Where was here, anyway? His tail curled against his side and he crouched low, his body starting to tremble. What’s going on..? “Calm down, Squirt. They’ll probably be back soon to explain everything!” Somehow, that didn’t reassure the pup even the littlest bit. His trembling increased and while he wouldn’t admit it, he nearly wet himself with terror at the idea of the stranger coming back. He didn’t know what was going on, or what anyone wanted with him, so why would he have calmed at the idea that this unknown wolf would return? The last thing he remembered was walking into a land that smelled like another wolf, hoping to find food or at least shelter from the weather. There was a storm, and he had lost track of Leaf, so when he finally picked up the scent of another wolf, he followed it blindly. Then... he couldn’t remember the rest. Apparently he’d passed out, but obviously he didn’t remember that. He had to find his sister again, but since she wasn’t here, what could he do? The sound that he made at the realization that he had lost her again was one that bordered on panic; this was all too much for his young mind to handle. What could he possibly do? Lye rolled her eyes at him; he could feel it, even though she was somewhere behind him. Her scoff at his behavior made his fur bristle, but he stopped whimpering. “I suppose you have something to say?” he snapped, turning around to glare at her. She simply stared at him for a moment, evidently shocked that he’d finally snapped at her. They stayed that way, staring at each other, until the ghost faded away for the first time in his life. “Get back here!” When he got no answer, Turnip teared up, whimpering once more. Now he was alone, and he had no idea what to do. to;; Anyone muse;; Good~ thoughts;; Still working on this, but I've got to go homeee xD Poor Turnip D: I didn't know Lye was gonna poof when I started writing this :c I bet she'll be back, but still... words;; 867

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[Rock]

Rock slept quite contently for once, tiny ribcage moving up and down with steady breath. His harks flickered around, soft, innocent eyes hidden beneath those white drapes and he grunted softly. Little tail was curled tight between his legs, seeking the warmth is underbelly provided for it. Nose flared with small puff, sniffing at the air. Slowly, his eyes opened, focusing on something curled up in front of him. It was tiny, female; lithe. Leaf? He groaned, it was female. What had he done to deserve the presence of his dear, withdrawn little sister? Mind trickled to the realization that, that was not Leaf! That was him! Panic set in like a harsh storm, and he watched himself struggle in sleep. What was happening?! Rock's legs kicked, he could hear the yelps he was making, but it was not his throat. Quickly his vision panned away, looking down onto a flower petal.

Rock sat up, losing complete control of his mind and body. Illusion faded away from around his body, leaving the stark white pup exposed. Rock's mind reeled, dashing around for a moment before he squatted and peed where he sat. He huddled for a moment, looking down on himself, making sure he felt, saw, did everything under his control. Frowning, he slowly crawled out of the mess he had made, the off tinge yellow staining the fur on his paws and butt. Investigatory mind kicked into action, how could he see himself? He didn't have any friends that looked like him! Crawling over to the plant he had seen, on top of a small bud sat a praying mantis. It extended its arms, waving them through the air. Glaring quietly, Rock snapped his jaws at the bug, before putting nose close to it and snorting it off the flower. Mantis returned the favor by harshly pinching his nose. Rock yelped and took off blindly into the foliage.

Passing through a small opening, Rock suddenly became deathly chill. He almost stumbled because of cold, it was mind numbing, nerve ending. Suddenly, another wolf was standing in front of him, and because of his lengthy body, he couldn't quit running quick enough. He smashed into the other wolf, ending up laying on top of him. Head throbbed painfully, vision blurring in and out as he whimpered.

[turnip]

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[atrb=background,http://a.imageshack.us/img801/7940/turniptablemid.png] text - "talking" - thinking - "spirits" - "objects" It didn’t take long for the pup to get bored of simply standing around and waiting for someone to come back. Turnip began pacing at the front of the cave, head low as he sniffed around for some other trace of whomever had brought him here. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t find anything new, and after a while of sniffing around he was bored all over again. After a few moments of the background whispers that provided the soundtrack of his life, he began to pick out individual voices. "Cheat on me? I sure showed him. Nobody will ever find the body…" A nearly hysterical female’s voice was the first to come through, with a chilling lack of guilt for the apparent murder she had committed. Turnip’s heart raced and he looked around, worried that that female might decide to materialize in front of him. “Nine million eight hundred seventeen thousand six hundred three, nine million eight hundred seventeen thousand six hundred four…” The next voice was much lower, though it had a somewhat childlike quality to it. Apparently whoever it was had been counting for quite a long time and, while this voice felt different from the others, Turnip didn’t really dwell on that. “Momma? Momma, where are you?” A young pup’s voice made him quiver and the male found himself looking around for the source of that voice. Maybe he could offer some comfort to the youngster. “Hey, are you there? I can hear you…” His own voice sounded strange to him, lonely perhaps without Lye’s accompanying chuckles. Nobody answered his call, however, and it took him a few moments to realize that the pup had, in fact, appeared beside him. “You aren’t my momma.” It’s small voice was somewhere between accusing and relieved. What had this poor thing been through? Turnip didn’t get the chance to find out, however; someone took that moment to barrel into his side, knocking the relatively small pup into the ghostly toddler. A pitiful squeak was forced out of his lungs when he was hit and a shiver traveled along his body as he passed through the spirit, though he was too concerned with getting air back into his lungs to worry about the chills. Turnip’s sides heaved as he looked around as best he could, hoping to find the younger spirit. Little one? Where did you go? He thought the message frantically, hoping for some whisper of response, but he only heard the cruel chuckle he knew belonged to Lye. “Hey, squirt. Didja miss me?” Turnip merely narrowed his eyes at her. Of course he had, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. He specifically was not going to say anything to her out loud until he knew who was sitting on top of him. “Um, excuse me…?” he managed to squeak out, though it would have been more of a grunt if he had been older, “Are you alright?” Somehow, this other wolf’s physical well-being was more important to him than getting up at that moment. Turnip looked around for his ghostly companion, but couldn’t see her from where he was at. For all he knew, she was standing right in front of the other wolf’s nose. Actually, at that thought he realized that she probably was; it wasn’t like the stranger was likely to see her and the light brown female certainly did seem to get her jollies from playing games like that. She knew he was looking for her, apparently, since she gave one of her irritating laughs that bordered on madness, but he was actually a bit relieved to hear it; that meant that she had apparently forgiven him for snapping already. It didn’t take nearly as long as he had feared, though if he was honest he had been afraid she would be gone forever. “Hey, shorty, this guy looks kinda familiar. If he’d ever get off of you, maybe you could get a look!” Somehow, he got the feeling that he should be a bit worried by her enthusiasm here. Still, Turnip wasn’t going to complain; if Lye recognized this new wolf then maybe he could get help finding food or something. It wasn’t impossible, right? to;; Rock muse;; Awesome~ thoughts;; This could be better, as always, but I think it's decent. I've got to let Turnip find out about his objectomancy x: words;; 692

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[Rock]

Rock's head throbbed painfully, his vision blurry still. Ears flickered at that voice, he knew that voice. A frown plastered over his face as he looked down, his sibling. Rock's mind remembered how Turnip treated him, like he did not even exist. So, Rock would play the part he knew Turnip would respond to, Leaf. Body was quickly covered, the act of disguising himself as Leaf was almost second nature now. Rock did not realize the magnitude or the scope of the power he had, nor the power he had gained. Whelp did not answer his brother, no no, he could manage to look the part, but he sure as hell did not sound it. Slowly crawling off of Turnip, Rock moved his hidden form in front of him. Sitting down as the faux-Leaf, he gazed at Turnip, trying to imitate that lost gaze Leaf seemed to have detrimentally burned into her eyes.

After a moment, Rock nodded to Turnip's question. He was fine! As fine as he could be. Small bodice was slowly filling with..anger, rage. Turnip never so much as played with Rock, but Leaf! Oh Leaf! Spoiled little bitch she was. Rock could steal that attention, he could be the one being protected by Turnip, even though he was older in birth order then his brother. Crawling a bit closer, Rock laid on his backside in front of Turnip. The slight, cringing smell of urine hit his nostrils, it was his tail. He had forgotten about that, then again, he probably needed to hop in a puddle anyways. For now, he stayed on his back in front of Turnip, praying that sibling would be fooled by the disguise of Leaf like everyone else was. Ears flicked back and forth on his head nervously, eyes focused on Turnip's face, trying to sense any form of emotion.

(307, ha. Muse, sucks.)

[turnip]

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[atrb=background,http://a.imageshack.us/img801/7940/turniptablemid.png] text - "talking" - thinking - "spirits" - "objects" The pup’s side hurt, but once the other pup had crawled off of him, he managed to roll over so that he was at least lying on his stomach. What he saw once he finally got the chance confused him, “Leaf?” But that couldn’t be her! She looked... wrong, somehow, like she hadn’t aged at all since before he had seen her last. This was like some ghostly reflection of who she had been before their mother broke them up. Oh gods, no... Leaf! I can’t lose you again, not like this... His eyes watered and he tried to shrink against the floor, not knowing what else to do. “Where’s that weird bird?” Lye piped up, snickering at the pup’s idiocy. She had seen what this creature did, and wasn’t he a crafty one for it? Preying on poor Turnip’s devotion to his younger sibling was certainly a smart move, she would give him that, but what Rock didn’t know was that Turnip hadn’t just been talking to himself all those months. As much as she insulted him, the older female did care about the pathetic little ball of fluff, and she wasn’t going to let him get his heart ripped out like that if she could help it. Somehow, she knew that it wouldn’t do any good to tell him outright, but she gave him an important hint and watched his mind do the work; something clearly didn’t add up and he knew it already. “Where’s your bird?” Turnip asked quietly, his tears stopping as understanding slowly dawned on him. He stood up, shaking a little as he got his balance, and narrowed his eyes, his lips peeling back to reveal a set of small, sharp teeth, “Where’s your bird, Leaf? Answer me!” His voice was angry, and Turnip rarely got angry. It wasn’t too surprising, though; someone was pretending to be his sister and he wanted to know why. Lye had said “he” looked familiar, so Turnip figured it was a male he knew. That, coupled with the very short list of anyone who knew Leaf at that age left his brothers, which was not a reassuring thought. Thorn was scary, and while he didn’t exactly have fond memories of his other brothers they wouldn’t be nearly as bad. Thorn was big, though, and had no reason to disguise himself, right? Lye, who is it? You got a look and I didn’t, but which of them is it? He kept the conversation internal so that his brother wouldn’t hear; his body language still spelled out very clearly that he was pissed. His eyes gave away just how dangerous he could be right now. While he didn’t know the full extent of his powers, he did know that he had the spirits of the dead to work with and that that was a pretty big advantage in a fight. At the moment, family ties aside, all he wanted to do was rip this imposter’s face to shreds. He wanted blood, and that not-quite-rightness could be easily traced back to his father’s desire for chaos. Someone had tried to trick him and that was not okay. to;; Rock (or is it Leaf~?) muse;; Pretty good. thoughts;; Blah. I'm sure I missed a lot (like the ghost puppy and the fact that Rock wet himself x.x; oops.) words;; 524

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[Rock]

Sat utterly still in front of his sibling, trying not to move as he watched his face tear up. Good, he was happy to see Turnip cry. Rock's face slowly grew a brooding smirk, appeased with his brother's sadness. Within a twist of a moment though, that sadness turned to a...anger, a hatred Rock had never seen. Clearly unprepared for the question, Rock almost spit out a I don't know in his own voice. Instead, he simply lowered his head, trying to play off the question. Rock remembered what Leaf sounded like when she did speak, and muttered shyly at his brother. "I don't know.." A soft whimper left his lips as he curled, trying to move past that anger.

"Leaf! Answer me!"

Rock made himself wince, to pretend like that had hurt him. "Why are you so mean, Brother?..." He mummbled, still trying to play as if he was Leaf and crawled off into the underbrush, quickly dropping the faux-Leaf disguise and thinking. Turnip was always the smart one, but he was clingy..so clingy. Rock looked around at the space encasing the two, and slowly let that illusionary fog he had mastered fill in the blanks in the underbrush.

After a few moments, Turnip was encased in a small bank of fog, the fog clogging all possible points of retreat unless he were to blindly step into it. Rock strained himself, not completely aware of what he was capable of, thinking of a new image hurt his head. Thorn... Turnip was afraid of Thorn! From where Rock lay hiding, he conjured an image of Thorn stepping forward from a break in the fog, he couldn't keep both fog and Thorn in the same spot. Rock did however have to cast his own voice as Thorn's, not that Turnip knew what he sounded like now anyways.

"You shouldn't yell at your Sister, Turnip." Rock huddled again, letting the fog overtake that fake Thorn, letting it vanish. He grew eerily quiet, white pup stepping forth into the fog and simply glaring at his brother. The fog danced over Rock's pale features, making him vanish and reappear in the same spot. He'd make sure Turnip spotted him, only for a brief moment, then he retreated into hiding. Come on...take the bait. You've seen us all, you know "we" are here.. Rock thought to himself.

Turnip deserved this! He'd never play with Rock! No! He always wanted to take care of LEAF. He looked around, and spotted a decently large hole, and so he put forth an image of Leaf in front of it. The image limped a few inches before falling down, ribs shaking in mock pain. Rock called out to Turnip in Leaf's fake voice. "Please Turnip...Help..It hurts..My paw..I hurt it.." Rock silently cursed at Turnip, wanting him to fall into that hole so he could gloat at him, possibly hurt him. All Rock had ever wanted was to play with his brother, BUT NO. Leaf leaf leaf, it was all about LEAF. Rock growled a little, before wincing and stopping the sound, making the image of Leaf quiver even harder.

(517 words, hate this post...So rusty at RP.)

[turnip]

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[atrb=background,http://a.imageshack.us/img801/7940/turniptablemid.png] text - "talking" - thinking - "spirits" - "objects" Gods, even her voice was wrong! Turnip’s body shook as he waited for someone to give him a response. The one he got was not nearly good enough; though he didn’t know what sort of bond his sister had with the small, blue creature, he did know that it wasn’t the sort where she would just happen to lose track of it. The next response was even worse and he snorted, his patience wearing thin. Lye, who is it? In response, the spirit gave a delighted cackle, following the faux-Leaf into the underbrush, “Why hel-lo there, Rock,” she crooned and Turnip’s fur bristled. A snarl left his small muzzle before he even realized it and he began stalking towards the brush. The fog didn’t bother him because he was used to far more haunting sights, but when he saw Thorn he stopped for a moment. Lye, however, had this one covered; she walked right through the illusion and snorted, “Fake. For one, he didn’t notice me, for two... there’s nothing here.” Turnip assumed she was talking about a spirit, since she had walked right through the front of him, passing through both head and heart of his brother. The younger of the two didn’t know whether Thorn used a brain or a heart, but he assumed they had to at least be present or his sibling wouldn’t have survived. Besides, it wasn’t like he had ever cared about any of them as pups. Disregarding the voice, he watched until the fog cleared again, then took note of where his final sibling stood and began making his way towards him. This time, the specter didn’t talk, which was suspicious given how chatty the other two had been. Lye was, for once, quiet as her charge crept closer; she wanted to see how this played out. When he saw Leaf again, he just laughed; it was a surprisingly harsh sound from such a usually upbeat pup. The voice only added to his amusement – did Rock honestly think Leaf sounded like that? The growl, however, caught his attention; his ears swiveled towards the sound and he continued moving that way. How convenient that it was right towards where his sibling had appeared before! “Wait, Turnip! I think this one’s real!” Lye called after him, but when he stopped and turned back she laughed, “Pff, no it isn’t, don’t be an idiot, squirt.” Turnip moved closer to Rock and growled, “Last chance, brother, stop now.” to;; Rock. muse;; Eh. thoughts;; Could be better, could be worse. It doesn't suck as badly as it might xD words;; 409

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[Rock]

Laid in wait, watching his brother draw ever closer to his hiding spot, but the actions he took were as if he could see something that Rock himself couldn't. As if he had someone talking to him. Had Turnip become just as bat-shit crazy as their mother had? Rock didn't care, Rock's entire, white body quivered with a rage that closely resembled the pup's father. Rock stood up into the small clearing Turnip was encroaching on. He stood in sight, glaring at him. "Or what are YOU going to do? HUH!? GOING TO FIGHT WITH ME?!" Rock's voice bellowed with a surprising resonance for something his size. White, brutish Rock moved out from under the brush, clearly intent on starting something with his younger sibling. Rock did not like that Turnip had given him a warning. "Who are YOU to be telling me what to DO? You sniveling little brat! Where is Leaf now huh brother? Missing, maybe DEAD because YOU lost her after taking care of her so much?! I hope she's hurt, laying in some hole, calling out your name and you'll never be able to save her. I HOPE SHE'S DEAD!" Rock's mind split with an intense pain, and a horrible buzzing that overwhelmed every thought he had.

Bbzzzzzzt...Bzzzz Rock was suddenly focused on a wasp hovering in the air a few inches away from Turnip, around a small flower. The buzzing was the wasp's wings in his own mind, and all Rock wanted to do was harm Turnip currently. [glow=red,2,300] Hurt him, I want him hurt..[/glow] The wasp drifted back and forth over Turnip for a moment, the bug settling on the thick fur of his back.

Rock moved forward, getting into the face of his sibling. "What warning, are you going to hurt me? KILL ME?" Rock's face was twisted with anger, hate towards Turnip currently. Pup knew better then to bite his brother, oh no, he wouldn't bite, but he wanted to hurt him.

Bzzz The wasp moved its way up onto Turnip's ear, preparing to sting him, its body belonging to Rock. As Rock commanded the wasp, Rock's body stood there, looking inanimate, frozen. The wasp settled on the ear silent as Rock faded in between himself and the insect, unable to maintain from jumping between the two.

"I HATE YOU!" Rock lunged forward, aiming to smash his head square into his brother's muzzle, knowing well if he missed and went past his sibling, the sudden rush of air would be enough to stir the wasp, into hopefully stinging his brother on the ear.

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(Motive: Starting a fight! Or just a bee sting)
(Possible hit(s): 1, or 2, damage, low, possibly painful.)