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[silverpelt12]

<sup>Sometimes life seems too quiet
Into paralyzing silence
Like the moonless dark
Meant to make me strong

Familiar breath of my old lies
Changed the color in my eyes
Soon he will perforate the fabric of the peaceful by and by</sup>

She looked into the dark abbyss of the cold, hating night. Everything too clear, much, much to clear. Silence whispered all around her, the ringing in her ears grew louder and louder. It's deafening cries were tortueous in the darkness. She saw them all though, all the trees, all the creatures. None of her race were near, no, she was alone, like always, but now the silence taunted her.
She closed her eyes, but to no avail, she could feel the pressences too sharply. She wanted to let out a whine, to break the silence, but it feelt like her mouith was covered and she was being strangeled. It made it too hard for her to see.Her eyes stay pinned closed.
She shook her head side to side, then a pressence entered her visions, a heat that was a higher blaze than the rest of the world. The darkness surrounding her star flecked black pelt.

[Ärï]

The nightly hours were a time when wolves prowled more often than not. It was something in their nature that drew them to the shadowy darkness of the world's sleeping hours. Daystar had always heard myths, legends and rumors that the moon was the mother of all wolves, giving them a safe haven, hours when no one could harm them and they could move unseen. Sometimes she thought that could be right but sometimes Daystar came too close to the humans hunting in the nighttime to truly believe such things. Than again she was a wolfess named for both the daylight and the night so, perhaps it stood to reason that she could swing one way or the other on the whole "night being a haven" subject.

Now as the blue-grey healer moved through the Bitterwind Valley, she felt an inexplicable chill creeping into her bones and making her stomach twist uncomfortably. She disliked this place, despite the fact it grew some of the best herbs around. Tonight however, Daystar couldn't help but feel worry coiling like a snake ready to strike within her. Something about this night was off, wrong. The lone healer was very sure all of her children, though numerous, were safe within their respective realms. Were they causing her worry? Daystar highly doubted it. This was something different than a mother's instincts. This was a healer's worry for her patient, the instinct telling her to help someone.

Stopping in her trek, Daystar breathed in, burning amber eyes closing as she studied the scents. A female was nearby. Opening her eyes, Daystar set off toward the other. She kept her tail hanging loosely in a sign of relaxed friendship and a harmless air about her that was more or less honest. She was next to harmless apart from basic wolf-fighting instincts. Other than that, Daystar knew nothing more than mothering and healing. At last the femme came upon the other, obviously distressed, wolfess.

"What troubles one on a night so calm?" Daystar asked, voice accented from her mountain-dwelling heritage. Her rich voice carried concern and friendly curiosity; the posture in her sturdy body relaxed and calm.

[silverpelt12]

Her breaths became short and shallow as the femme approched, she had hoped to stay hidden, her hopes had failed her. Her sense of sight so sharp she could see the female in infer-red. She back away, her dark eyes wide, " Don't come near me," her voce was fightened as she sivered. Her voice was ragged with sleepless nights, her eyes were bood-shot, she couldn't trust anything. Her world had been disturbed by hrt gift, that was yet the curse that made her afraid.
The fact that another would be out to kill her, the only one she couldn't see, how could she defend herself. She could see the femme that began top approch her, so maybe she was safe. She looked around again, and other wolves weren't around, or the ... Deamer was or what ever he had been called. She looked up to the femme, her eyes were wilf and crazed, everything about her said, ' Help me, I'm scared! Get away, I'm not safe.' even her eyes read across that same message. She didn't want to put any others in danger.

[[I'm so sorry from my crappy post, but I have a doctor's appointment.]]

[Ärï]

There is a primal instinct in all wolves that allows them to sense madness and illness within other wolves, even if it is not obvious. Of course Daystar didn't need such instinct to tell that this unfortunate one was nearly half crazed, chased by some demon or another within her mind. With gentle eyes, Daystar regarded the sleep-starved femmora before her, pity rising in her chest and making her belly squirm. Moving slowly so she wouldn't startle the other, Daystar laid down in a sphinx pose, making her sturdy and powerful build fold up into a smaller, less imposing shape. "I won't come near you dear" Daystar said softly, her rich accent flowing through the disturbed night as smoothly as silk. "Why not tell me what frightens you so? I will not hurt you, I am but a healer and a mother."

Wolves lived an average of seven or eight years in the wild. If they were lucky they lived to ten or twelve. At age six, which Daystar now rested at, their age began to show a bit. Daystar's once dark grey muzzle was lightening to silver, the age beginning to show in her powerful build as the lighter silver crept over her like a veil to show her age. Youthful amber eyes burned with gentle caring and eternal affection for all those in her care.

"Don't be scared of me, whatever your demons they are not here" Daystar assured her.

[silverpelt12]

"I- I see everything too clearly, it's in heat vision, I can see things that others can't, I can see everything in infared. It scares me, They said it was a gift, It's not, It's a curse!" she howled, shaking violently. She felt a chill run down her spine as she looked around. She shivered and crept forward a step, "I'm scared because I can see everything, it's frightening." she whispered to herself. She kept looking over her shoulder.
She breathed shallowly, she was extremely unheathly, her body was bone thin, her eyes were bugging out of their sockets. Her fur was on end, as was she. Why had she been given such a curse, and why wouldn't it go away. She coudn't even notice the age of the wolf, or the colors of the trees. She couldn't turn it off and it scared her horrible.

[Ärï]

Alright, the femme's revelation stumped Daystar quite thoroughly. Never in her life had she heard of a wolf being able to see in such a way. The healer kept her surprise secret from the distressed creature before her. Now was not a time to panic or question. If anything that would frighten the poor one even more. Pondering her reply, Daystar edged forward a little bit. "What's so frightening about it dear?" she asked softly, bright amber gaze watching the other carefully. "What kinds of things do you see that could scare you so?" Mentally Daystar was debating whether she should find some poppy seeds and marigold to help put the poor fae to sleep for a while. She looked in a good need of a long rest and some good prey in a nice safe place. Daystar was sure Kit wouldn't mind sharing their little den with her.

Pulling herself back to the present, Daystar focused upon the wolfess before her. She didn't dare think insanity claimed this wolf. After all, insane creatures had a peculiar scent about them and the primitive instinct of a normal wolf telling them to get away from a maddened wolf would have sent Daystar away already. Now however, Daystar only felt her familiar compassion and urge to heal welling up in her belly as she regarded the other.