Lost and Alone (Fell/Merci)

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Merci was completely lost. She was wondering around in an open meadow fringed with trees. Earlier that morning, Merci had left Halo to try and hunt but had wound up wondering out of the White Mist terra accidentally. Deciding to continue hunting, Merci had wound up utterly lost. Her black bodice stood out against the white snow dusting the ground around her.

The black femme topped a slope and looked around for another wolf. A defeated sigh escaped her as she found no one. Maybe I can call Halo and his howl can lead me back Merci thought.

It was a good idea so Merci went with her. Her slender muzzle turned skyward. A beautiful tone rose from her, echoing slightly in the open meadow. Hopefully the silvery note would reach her brother before he panicked and thought she'd run off on purpose or something. Merci was always touched by Halo's concern for her but sometimes it could be annoying. Little did she know another wolf was lurking around.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(Yep. Little did she know...)

A black brute twitched his ears not far away, and padded toward the noise...
He appeared again, behind her, and sat down. "You called?" Fell barked, raising a brow.

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Merci nearly leapt out of her fur in fright. The ebony femme spun around, limbs rigid ready to fight. She relaxed as soon as she recognized Fell's shadowy form sitting behind her. Merci sighed and sat back on her hunches.

"Don't scare me like that Fell" Merci scolded lightly. "How is Mosca doing?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Fell bowed his head. "I apologize. Mosca is much better with that bullet out of her stomach. Now she's been eating normal..."Fell trailed off, thinking of how he and Legion had had to hunt for the fae... He shook his head to clear the thoughts. "But I suppose the real question would be how are you doing?"

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"I'm just fine" Merci said, sitting back on her hunches and smiling at Fell. Her unusual pale gaze met Fell's eyes. The white mark on her chest stood out as strongly as usual against the midnight-shading of her ebony coat. Merci's gaze swept swiftly over Fell's form. "I'm glad to see that you and Mosca are well. May I ask what your doing in these parts?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

"Well, I was looking for my rambuncious little friend, Legion. He seemed to have wandered off, and hasn't returned for awhile..." Fell shrugged. "But he's a smart wolf. I don't worry too much about him. Nevertheless, with Mosca, it is a different story." He glanced up, ice blue eyes twinkling in humor. "But, I heard a howl. I told you if you needed help, just howl. And I'm not one to break a promise." He lowered his head in a formal bow. "I am a wolf of my word."

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Merci laughed lightly. The sound was as clear as the chiming of a bell. "That you are" Merci agreed, smiling softly at Fell. "I am honored to know such an honorable brute." Merci nuzzled his neck to show her thanks. "I was calling for Halo but I think I wondered too far off. I suppose I shouldn't waste my free time."

Merci looked around the meadow. She hadn't noticied much of it before, too worried about being found by some sick forcer. Now she saw that it was a truely beautiful and peaceful place. A nice play to enjoy the day.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Fell exhaled sharply at her touch, but not unhappy. Just shocked. She nuzzled me? he wondered. He blinked in confusion, but forced himself to speak. "Well, I suppose you did wander a little farther than intended. You are in the Free Meadows, lands of loners." He shook himself briskily. "Legion comes here often. He says that the flowers look beautiful come springtime..." He sighed, shaking his head. "I should take some time to come see them around that time..."

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Merci nodded, looking around once more. She could see the potental beauty under the frost, snow and winter-dead plants. It would be a lovely place come spring and perhaps into summer for some plants. The wind brought a scent to Merci. She rose to her paws and moved to the edge of the meadow to a small bush of leaves. Sniffing them, Merci delicately nipped off a few stalks and chewed on them.

"Mint" she said. "Very tastey, good for stomach aches." The femme didn't know if Fell had followed but she didn't mind if he did or not. Mint during winter was hard to find but this bush seemed fairly healthy considering it was winter.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Fell sniffed the strange plant. "I usually only see these around spring..." He shrugged. "When you've been pratically everywhere in these mountains, you see a lot of strange plants. I have a strict policy against eating them." His ear twitched. "I don't ever use herbs. My punishment for my crimes is that I will feel raw pain. Always."

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"Oh these just heal stomach aches" Merci said, chewing on the leaves. "And it tastes good. You should try some. I know its rare to find in the winter but I think this is wintermint, its a little more hardy about cold temperatures." Merci looked over at Fell curiously. "Why not use herbs? They help in a lot of ways. You can stop bleeding, heal sickness, sooth pain, help with birthing, ease into death. Herbs aren't all bad. Its only certain ones that will kill you."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Fell looked at her evenly. "I don't use them for myself because they will help me. I'm preparing myself for the raw, non-medicated pain of Hellfire." He paused, sniffing the plant, and licked it cautiously. "I gather them for my friends, however. But that's about it." He licked the plant slowly. "Hmm... not bad."

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Merci stared at him. "Hellfire? You seem pretty convinced that that's where your going. Have you had a near-death experience or been told by Lupus himself that that's where your going?" Merci's tone was hinted with sarcasam now. Fell didn't seem like an evil wolf. He was just doing what he thought was right. Yes, it was a little different then what most wolves thought was right but still, he couldn't help that. Everyone had a different view of right and wrong.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

"Well, my justice is richeous, in my opinion... but still, murder is murder." Fell shrugged. "I figure Hellfire's my best bet. Especially when I don't exactly have a great faith in any one belief..."

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Merci snorted. "Murder is murder, yes but there are different kinds of murder. Some of the wolves you likely killed could have killed more, many more. That is an even greater kind of killing, one that kills your soul because you know you could do something to stop it. I am a healer, yes but I have been in my share of fights. I know the law of kill or be killed."

The ebony femme flicked her gaze sternly on Fell. He said hellfire was where he was destined. If he didn't snap out of it he'd be finding out sooner then planned.