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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 9, 2008 7:02:58 GMT -5
The camp was slowly being pulled together again. The stitches to the outer edges had been made, the prey pile restocked, the rock fall cleaned up, the cure in plentiful supply and distributed to all, and neophyte training was back again. However, a pit rested heavy in Arkantos' heart. Some things could heal as swiftly as the camp had. Other things....other scars, were far too deep to fix with needles and thread.
He leaned against the outside of the night dens, glancing about as the camp slowly woke from its slumber. He lingered on thoughts of his family, lost and fallen into madness. All except for his mother....she had resisted it. But in the end, she'd been slain by his own father...her own lover.
And now he was alone. It felt odd --- like he was suspended in the air, in his own secret prison away from the rest of the pack. None really spoke with him now, for fear they would upset him. Yet, none had tried so how would they know what would and wouldn't irk him? He sighed heavily, head pounding with weariness.
(*Cues Asha*)
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Post by silverpelt12 on May 27, 2008 20:23:27 GMT -5
Asha's black face appered in the edges of the nest next to his. She nudged his side, "Move you head, it's on my leg," she murmurede gently. She was still dazed with sleepiness. She felt weight on her front paws. She couldn't move the paw and his head was on her paw. She pulled it away. Why was he such an odd ball? She was kind, loving, and open. Why was he so gaurded?
She did understand him at all. But she was intrested by him, she always was. She was still recovering from her trip to the spirit wood. She had a cut still on her chest and her neck aswell as her face. She hadn't gotten away unharmed, but Sirius had died after it seemed, and that pup, she had forgotten her name, was missing a tail.
She shifted, trying to pull her paw out from under his head, she failed. She couldn't get it to budge.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 3, 2008 6:53:44 GMT -5
"Oh, sorry." He said immediately, resurfacing from the hidden depths of his thoughts. He moced his head so it was resting on his own paws, his eyes staring out at the camp, now mostly repaired. After one last, haunted glance towards the rock ledge, now moved and swept clean, he flickered his gaze back towards Asha. He felt a considerable amount of remorse for the fact he was so guarded. She was always asking, always interested in hearing what he had to say. It wasn't her at all. He just never really explained hismself to anyone before. His brother was a friend;; someone to act 'tough' around. His parents were fragile, someone to act as a strong front against bad things coming upon the pack. And he'd had no lover until Asha, so how was she?
Interested.
Pure.
Understanding.
She's been through those goddamn woodlands, and yet she can carry on.
She saw worse than me.
He supressed a shiver, thinking of the way he'd heard Asha and Coal speak of the Spirit Woods. There was more than murder behind those leaves. But it had simply vanished, hadn't it? Where else would it go?
Regardless of the answer he would never find in life nor death, he knew it was time to live in the now. Now, Asha wanted him to be open with her. He didn't know what was coming...well, actually it was pretty clear there would be a war with the packs, but whatever course of events took place, he silently promised to be more open with Asha.
"Have you been out hunting yet?"
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