[Save Me]or{Break Me} (Mosca/Halo) [Private]

[.Rabid Lycan.]

I can't feel anything...
Mosca felt the ground on which she tread, the wind buffeting her face, and the blood from the scar on her eye wet on her fur. Yet every emotion was locked and still. Her eyes were hazed and her jaws were numb. Even her skin was cold to the touch. Frozen, emotionless... Mosca was a ghost.
I could forget my brother... Let him live on. Maybe he has changed... I can't tell if someone loves me or not, so how can I tell if someone hates me or not?
She paused, staring into the waters of a small stream trickling a few feet away from her.
Maybe I should just go and join my mother now she thought darkly.
Slowly, she lowered herself beside the river, and buried her head in her paws. She would cry... but dead wolves don't cry. And she was dead inside.

[Ärï]

Screaming deceiving and bleeding for you
and you still won't hear me
Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself

Halo's regal ivory form seemed to melt out of the shadows as he approached the stream. Shadows dappled his coat making him look misty blue. Liquid topaz orbs burned through the darkness like a pair of twin flames. Three scars were embedded across his muzzle, a black heart emblazed upon his chest. Muscles rippled smoothly with each step the handsome brute took. There was a haunting look about his eyes, something dead in the way he moved, mechanical, as if he no longer cared where his paws took him. As he approached the stream, looking like a ghost floating from the shadows, his eyes caught in a form laying on the bank. It was familiar. It was Mosca. Halo stopped walking on the bank, the water almost touching his paws. He simply watched, his haunted eyes landing upon the fae and softening slightly. She looked almost like Merci....

Maybe I'll wake up for once
Not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom
I'm dying again

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Mosca closed her eyes, amber optics disappearing within her dark fur. The scar on her eye continued to bleed, burning on her skin. Her thoughts strayed, running through memories of the wolves she had aided... and at last pausing to consider a quite distant experience.
The young pup, bleeding and lying in front of his dying mother. Legion and Fell were beside him, and Mosca was there, too, at his side. They had killed the mother's murderer, but the pup... but the pup was forever scarred, no matter what they had done. The pup, of a different wolfspeak, but understandable by bilingual Mosca and Fell. And, now... beside this stream while her life was crashing upon her, Mosca recalled the pup's horrified words as he lay beside his mother.
"Me moriré yo? Ayúdeme..." she whispered to the wind. "Dios, me ayuda... Muéstreme lo que hacer... Soy perdido. Nadie cuida. Nadie escucha. ¡Ayúdeme! ¡Yo no quiero morirse!"
Am I going to die? Help me... God, help me... Show me what to do... I am lost. No one cares. No one listens. Help me! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!
She was unaware that, paces away, stood Halo.

[Ärï]

Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you
Down and out
It's where you oughta stay

Halo crossed the creek and stood near Mosca, his heart saddened. She looked so beaten and broken though Halo wasn't sure why. It seemed he was right, the world around him was dying. His paws had been muddy before stepping in the creek, he had been digging a grave for Merci's mate. He had seen the fight and gone down for Fell's body and buried it near the base of the cliff. He knew it was what Merci would have wanted him to do for the wolf she had loved. Now Halo was simply exisiting, protecting Star and Kuroshin, searching for Merci's other two pups. Mosca however, seemed in a similar position to himself, lost in a world that was spinning too fast. The brute laid down beside the femmora, still not speaking, not that he'd spoken in a long time. There was a wound across Mosca's eye. Leaning over, Halo groomed the blood from Mosca's face.

And after all the blood that you still owe
Another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up
While you can
Whoa, whooa

[.Rabid Lycan.]

And then she felt it. A strange sensation of warmth over the tender scar across her eye. Though it was a soothing gesture, it startled Mosca, who had moments ago been muttering words of suicide and eath.
She jumped back, eyes flying open, and lowered herself into a defensive crouch. And then she saw the white wolf in front of her, the black mark on his ivory pelage...
"Halo?" she woofed hoarsely, blinking as if she didn't believe that she had met another living being. Her eyes, still hazed with doubt, fixed themselves on the wolf before her... trying to make sure that she recognized this wolf...

[Ärï]

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
And when you're gone we want you all to know.

"That's what they call me" Halo remarked, not quite startled by Mosca's sudden movements. She was a careful wolf and he easily could have meant her harm. He decided not to point out that he'd been watching her and if he had meant her harm, she would probably be dead by now. He remained laying in a sphinx pose, like a statue carved of ivory, stones of amber lighting his visage with their haunted look. "Its good to see you Mosca." The scars across his maw were pale against his ivory fur yet still visible from time to time. Mosca looked confused, almost desperate and Halo wasn't sure why. Had she been away from other wolves that long? Where was that other wolf, Thite? What had happened to her?

We'll carry on,
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Mosca was very quiet, staring at Halo as if the devil was coming after her. No, this is not my father... this is not my brother... this is not Thite nor Fell nor Legion. It's Halo... Halo. But she couldn't help but stand rigid, not daring to relax. But she hadn't relaxed for at least a moon, had she?
"Good to see you," she replied curtly, digging her heels into the ground. At last, she couldn't bear to hold her cautious gaze any longer. She lowered her crown, staring at her paws. That way, Halo wouldn't have to see the unbearable agony in her gaze.
"What have you been doing lately?"

[Ärï]

When our time is up,
When our lives are done,
Will we say we've had our fun?
Will we make a mark this time?
Will we always say we tried?

"Waiting for the gates of Hellfire to open for me I suppose" Halo replied, turning his crown to gaze at the moonlit stream as it rippled past. His heart had never healed from loosing his sister. Though he had finally given in and saught out Star and the pups, he had not yet quite grown at ease with the young ones. Everytime he looked at them, he saw Merci and that hurt like a bullet to the heart. He had once told Mosca he was living in a world that was dying all around him. That was very much how it seemed to him. It seemed that at last his world was coming to a painful end and he too would soon begin dying off. He could remember thinking of telling Mosca to keep going and not lock herself away from the world like he had but it seemed she had done just that. Perhaps if he'd said his words of caution, she wouldn't be dying away like everything else around him.

Standing on the rooftops
Waiting till the bomb drops
This is all we got now
Scream until your heart stops

[.Rabid Lycan.]

"You too?" Mosca murmured softly, wincing as she spoke. Helping wolves has benifited many souls... I've allowed them peace. But I have killed, I have hated... and no one will take revenge for me.
"How'd you end up here?"

[Ärï]

It seems like every day’s the same
and I’m left to discover on my own
It seems like everything is gray
and there’s no color to behold
They say it’s over and I’m fine again, yeah
Try to stay sober feels like I’m dying here

"Taking care of what Merci left behind" Halo said, looking over at Mosca once more. "That seems to be the only thing I can do anymore." He had spent his recent suns protecting and providing for Kuroshin and Star, going as far as to teach Kuroshin a thing or two about tracking. The only problem was, his heart wasn't in it. He would do these things but the haunting, dead look in his eyes would never fade. He was large enough to keep the two safe and to some, scary enough to keep away potental problems but he rarely spoke. When Star would speak to him, he'd answer her questions and then go silent. When Kuroshin spoke, it was the same. Most of the time some wolves believed he was mute.

And I am aware now of how
everything’s gonna be fine one day
Too late, I’m in hell I am prepared now,
seems everyone’s gonna be fine
One day too late, just as well

[.Rabid Lycan.]

"Merci's pups?" Mosca murmured distractedly. "How are they?" At the mention of Merci, her heart dropped like a stone. On one hand, Merci was a good wolf. Mosca had considered her a friend... and it was Merci who had saved her from that bullet. On the other hand, it reminded her of dear Fell, who was as close to a son as she would ever have. She knew that he had rabies... that he would die. It destroyed her inside almost as much as Thite's rejection.

[Ärï]

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died

"Kuroshin is well, I don't know of the other two" Halo murmured, reluctant to share that information with Mosca. It seemed mention of Merci hurt her almost as much as it did him. His sister had been a good wolf, loved by those she healed and he remembered that without Merci, Mosca may not be alive today. Why had she had to be such a loved wolf? Her death had caused pain felt by many. Halo decided that news of new deaths would wait for now, until Mosca asked the right question. That was how Halo worked, to get the right answer you had to ask the right questions. His topaz eyes landed on the bleeding scar on Mosca's eye. "I can put marigold on that if you want to keep infection out" he commented calmly.

And in the air the fireflies
Our only light in paradise
We'll show the world they were wrong
And teach them all to sing along

[.Rabid Lycan.]

The ebony fae was mildly surprised by the insinuation, but didn't show it. Instead, she replied in her distant, hoarse voice. "Thank you, Halo... but I probably deserve this scar, and anything that comes along with it."

[Ärï]

And they say that a hero can save us.
Im not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles.
Watch as they all fly away.

Halo rose to his paws and vanished into the undergrowth, as silent as a ghost. When he returned, he carried a few leaves in his maw. Chewing the leaves to a pulp, Halo placed the pulp on a fern leave that was dry and withered from the winter chill. Halo placed the crushed marigold leaves between the two and sat next to the stream again, watching Mosca. "Incase you change your mind." Halo rose to his paws again and looked up at the moon for a moment. "Don't throw yourself away from the world Mosca" Halo murmured. "All it does is make you empty and cold. Learn from one that's already done it." Halo padded across the stream, his steps slow and quiet.

Someone told me love will all save us.
But how can that be, look what love gave us.
A world full of killing, and blood-spilling
That world never came.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Mosca closed her eyes, a cold, lifeless smile forming across her maw. Somehow, his words seemed to amuse her... for the moment, at least. I tried to go back, but I found nothing there.
The smile vanished.
"And what happens when you have no part of the world to return to?"