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 Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 7:39 pm
This is a journal to document Sol-Lun's activities. Please do not post unless you are Quinny-chan or have received Quinn's permission. Thank you.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 7:42 pm
Introduction
Table of Contents
Rules and Permissions
Milestones and Quick Facts
About Sol-Lun
Friends and Enemies
Journal
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 7:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 7:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 7:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 7:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 10:20 am
If you only stop to listen... A breeze rippled the water on the eastern edge of Telk. It meandered over hills shaggy with grass that had never known the lips of a bison, cavorted with a flock of swallows who were leisurely flapping their way home, spoke to the trees, and made music in a man village before finally pausing to ruffle the pelt of a resting wolf. Sol-lun smiled at the wind's greeting as he absently chewed on his right forepaw, trying to dislodge a spruce needle, which was stuck between his pads. Victorious, he gazed up at the sun-dappled trees; he envied them and their counsel with the wind. Occasionally, he thought the wind might be trying to speak to him too, but he dismissed it as fanciful wishing and tried to live as a wolf should. Yawning, he stretched and rose, paws flexing in the scrubby underbrush. The breeze poured over his tongue and filled his mouth. Finally, it came to his nose, nostrils flaring as he scented the breeze. At first, it told him no more than usual; a squirrel in the tree to his right, a scared field mouse cowering to his left, a stream filled with cool water a few hundred yards east. But as he let it wash over him, something changed. He could hear the wind as the trees do. Pictures filled his mind and turned to words he could understand -- as if wolves could always hear the wind, if they only stopped to listen. He saw grassy hills, birds in flight, unfamiliar trees, and the nearby man village, surrounded by its grazing herds. The breeze whispered gently all the places it had been and all that it meant to go. It filled Sol-lun's mind with wonders. "Show me more," he breathed, unaware of anything but the wind song in his mind. I have been since the sun and moon were young. I have traveled far and could show you much, but there is something you should see, Wolf Brother. Sol-lun sat, slack-jawed and swaying, one with the wind as it keened him a frightful tale. He could see as the wind saw; feel as if he were the wind itself. He saw young boys, playing outside the man village. He saw them light a fire, watched them leave it unattended. He was one with the tricksome gust that incited it to spread and was horrified as the gust breathed life into its burning embers. His ears were filled with the screams of men as they tried in vain to extinguish the destructive flames. He flew with the wind as it hastened the fire on its journey: pines and oak and leatherleaf ablaze. He witnessed the blaze as it ate its first creature of flesh and he could feel it hunger for more. Eyes shooting open, Sol-lun lifted his nose to the air, trying to catch the scent of the fire. He knew it was coming, knew he had not been bewitched, yet he still did not fully trust his newly discovered talent. It comes from the east, Brother. You must run. This wind is not as gentle as I.Putting paw to ground and nose to air, he ran. He had roamed these forests for years, never staying in one place for long, but he knew roughly where to find the packs. He must warn them. But would they believe him? He, who could speak to the wind? No matter, he must try. He ran for hours, pausing at den mouths to yell haste to the wolves there. "Move north, move west. Get across the Big Water. The Big Water should stop the Fire." But no one followed him. No one heeded his warnings. He did not really blame them. They could not listen to the wind and the flames were much too far away to smell; yet still he tried. When he had done all he could, when his paws were torn and bleeding and he thought his legs would carry him no further, he remembered his mother. She had left her den to join the hunt to the east. Fear filled his eyes and quickened his ravaged body. He must reach her. He was afraid he might fail. He ran, Brother of the Wind, and heard the breeze warn him. Hurry Brother! I fear you will not make it in time. He ran and gave the breeze his mother's scent, bade it to find her. He ran, as the air grew hot around him and the trees crackled and rabbits screamed. He ran, for he was one with the breeze and it had found his mother. He came upon her limp form in a blackened clearing. She was still breathing, but the breeze issued a mournful wail and he knew he was too late. Padding to her, he nuzzled her and licked her charred flesh. She whined in pain and slowly turned her head to him. "My sun, my moon, my Sol-lun. I knew you would come." She coughed fitfully and he turned his head so she could not see his sorrow. He wished there was something he could do for her, some way to ease her pain. Feel her, Brother. Look inside her. You will find your answer there. The breeze tickled the fur in his ears as it whispered solace to him. Sol-lun lay by the haggard body of his mother, sadness filling his misty blue eyes. He had failed her, he had-- Hush, Brother. Just be. Feel her. Resting his head on his bloody paws, he touched his muzzle to hers, their breathing falling into rhythm. He let his lidded eyes droop shut, he surrendered, and in that moment, he knew what it was to be alive. He could feel the pain in her, yes, but he could also feel her joy, her pride. Her heartbeat was his, her blood flowed through his veins, and there, just there, was the way to bring her peace. Whispering his goodbye, he touched that place with his mind and she smiled at him, one final, loving smile before her head fell to the ground, never to stir again. He lay with her for some time, weeping the way wolves do, until the breeze sent him warning once more. Others are coming, Brother. Your wolf brothers search you out. Shaking his head to clear his grief, he regained his footing and waited. There was a reckoning to be had.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 8:11 am
Encounters in the Woods iPod heave... ho... heave... ho. Her breath fell silent as she paused. Sha inhaled deeper as she bent down, and began to peer ahead. The rodent is closer... than I imagined. With a grin, and the whip of her tail, she flew forward, tossing herself into the air. Closer, closer, closer.... Her heart began to beat faster, as the fieldmouse approached her eyesight. Sha straightened her forepaws, and returned to the ground with a thunk, as she skid across the surface. ... Darn. I thought I had it that time... Her ears perked up as she heard a noise, and leaped behind a nearby tree, keeping her distance. ... Hello? Quinny-chan Sol-Lun wobbled a bit as he lifted his right hind leg to scratch behind his ear. "Rrrrrrrooaaaa," he moaned, smiling. Giving his paw a half-hearted lick, he resumed his slow wander through the woods. It had been awhile since he had dared to travel among the others. He made his way slowly, cautiously.Careful Brother. You are nearing a she... and a mouse. This should be interesting.Sol-Lun sneezed and smiled at the voice in his head. The Wind was developing a sense of humor, it seemed. Nostrils flaring, he tested the air and caught her sent seconds before his ears caught a tentative greeting. Chuffing a little, he offered a gravelly, "Hello." iPod Sha paused. Peeking out from behind the side of the tree, she spotted the wolf ahead. Thinking to herself, why is he all alone out here... ? Smiling, she padded out from behind the bark, and showed herself. Umm... hello there. I've never seen you around here before... Her ears perked up, as she saw feathers on the wolf -- the sure sign of humans. Atleast thats what she thought it mean't. The tribe she was originally raised in always gave feathers to their raised pups, Sha just happened to miss her chance... because she was off playing adventures with her friend. Are those feathers from humans? If they are... Sha stopped talking. This was too strange.
After a few moments of silence, she creeped forward, to examine the wolf. What's your name? ... my name is Sha... Quinny-chan Sol-Lun eyed the dark She carefully. He had been so long from the pack lands that he was unsure how to continue. Be calm, Brother. She is as unsure as you.Sitting slowly, he held his ground as she aproached, his serene countenance belying the insecurity he was feeling. "I'm Sol-Lun. The feathers are from my mother..."
Sorrow flashed briefly in his misty eyes and was gone. iPod Hello there, Sol-Lun. It's nice to meet you. Your feathers remind me of my human friend I used to have as a pup... Sitting down a few feet away from the wolf, Sha smiled. You know, its not good to travel alone. Especially the expression you showed when I laid eyes on you. You must be lost, am I correct? She jacked her head to the side with an innocent, yet curious look. If you need help finding your way, i'm sure I can help... Sha turned her head around, and peered at the surroundings. Well, if you don't mind... is it alright if I stay with you for a bit? I'm also alone... but, I do know where i'm going my pack is not too far from here... I don't want to bother you or anything, I just lost track of where I was since i've been hunting down a rodent. The mention of food gave was to the noise rumbling in her stomach. ugghh.... Quinny-chan Sol-Lun blinked at the onslaught from the dark-pelted She. It had been long since he had spoken out loud to anyone but himself.The bank contains the river. It does not try to control, only to direct the flow, Brother. Breathing steadily, Sol-Lun bent his neck to n** at an itch on his paw, "Do not fear, young Sha. I am never alone. But you may stay, as it is I who have intruded apon you." iPod Thank you, Sol-Lun. With a heave she got up, and looked around. Maybe some dinner? Her glowing eyes scanned the area, not leaving a moment to spare. I'll be right back, Sol. I think theres a squirrel over there. Sha grinned and stalked off behind the nearby brush. Her paws dug into the earth as she moved forward, each step slower than the next. Target sighted. She rotated around a bit. Target locked.
It wasn't long before her reflexes kicked in, as she launched towards the scampering squirrel. Except, this time -- she'd be lucky. With the blink of an eye, she looked forward, and saw the rodent's tail caught between her paws. Her eyes widened. Joy was screaming inside herself. She caught her first meal, by herself. She raised her maw as she let out a powerful, howl. I... I finally did it... Shocked, and excited she slowly marched her way back to 'camp'. Her tail was beating fast. Heres a small meal for you, Sol-Lun. I caught it myself. I already ate some, so... you can go ahead and finish it... Quinny-chan The Wind whistled its approval. It was always telling him that he spent too much time alone. Bowing his head, Sol-Lun spoke, "I thank you for this kind offer, young one. But I fear I have nothing to offer you in return, but my company." Ignoring the admonishments from the Wind, he was not yet ready to reveal his secrets, he made himself comfortable and began gnawing on the treat between his paws.((Sorry [ipod], bed time for me! We'll continue tommorrow!))
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 9:52 am
Give Unto Others Quinny-chan Wriggling on his back in the lush underbrush, Sol-Lun's legs flopped in the air and a pleased moan escaped his lips. "Oooo... oooohh... ahhh... that's it. That's the spot." He continued to wriggle, the itch that had been elluding him all day, finally getting a well deserved scratch.
Sighing in satisfaction, Sol-Lun looked up to the sky and watched the puffy, white clouds drift lazily by.Shall I move them faster for you?Chuckling, Sol-Lun stretched and said, "Don't bother yourself. Even the Wind deserves a break once in a while." Reivan Once more, Isaac had wondered away from the pack, not many moons after he'd been scolded for doing so last time. Although this time he hadn't gone so far, and he would make sure he was back before nightfall. Odd as it was for Isaac, Soul was someone he hated to see upset. As a Seer, he was never particularly good at sensing future events, seemed he had more talent at drawing a wolf's past from peering into his soul. Today however, he had sensed something good would come from travelling this way. This excited him greatly, seeing as he had a hard time recalling the last good thing that had come about. Eyes wide with anticipation, Isaac travelled slowly through the woods, peering about for any sign of the forseen 'good thing'. Eventually he stumbled upon another wolf, white with red markings and bird feathers adorning his face. He lay on the ground and seemed to be talking to himself, or the Wind apparently.. The blue male quirked a brow, and hopped forwards carefully. This strange wolf could be that good thing.. Isaac thought it unlikely, but he still wasn't going to take a chance. "It does?" he questioned simply, halting a little way from the other male and planting his behind on the grass, a blue tail curled about his gimpy leg. Quinny-chan Sol-Lun flipped to his paws, hunkered down and not sure whether to run or fight. It was not often that he was caught unawares, especially since he had formed his new relationship with the Wind.
He eyed the newcommer warily, his whole body tense. "Indeed... Can I help you?Careful, Brother. There is much power in this one. It's almost as if he can hear me too... Reivan Isaac kept still as the wolf got to his feet, aiming to neither scare him away nor start a fight. Looking the other in the eye for a moment, his brows raised slightly as he did so. How interesting.. The Seer then spoke slowly, "I gather you have.. Shaman abilites?" His head tilted sharply as swore he felt the Wind itself warning the white wolf, yet he heard no words. Ruffled slightly by this, Isaac's brows furrowed. Quinny-chan Sol-Lun slowly straightened his legs, meeting the blue wolf's stare. Training his face to stillness, his chest tightened as the male named him true. He had told no one.
Sol-Lun tried to control his suspicion, but it oozed out his mouth in the form of a question, "Who are you?" He is in your head with me, Brother. I think he may be one of the Fabled...Sol-Lun had no idea what the Wind meant by that, but he could feel the male sifting through his thoughts. It was not a comforting feeling. Reivan Isaac had never met a Shaman before, he'd only ever heard of them. He remembered, as a pup, Notoka telling him that a Shaman could help with his nightmares. Of course, he'd since realised they weren't simply nightmares but that they stemmed from his Seer powers. They weren't particularly helpful, but who knew what effect someone messing with those visions would have on the rest of his powers, which, as Isaac suddenly realised, he couldn't live without. The Seer smiled briefly as the other wolf seemed to freeze momentarily. The Shaman almost reminded Isaac of himself. Apparenly it wasn't uncommon for gifted wolves to hide their powers. "My name is Isaac. You have no reason to fear me." the male spoke with a solid tone. "I only wish to learn of your abilities. Who is that speaking to you?" he asked quietly. Quinny-chan Continuing to watch the strange wolf, Sol-Lun relaxed slightly. He knew the other was wounded, was itching to help him, but he waas still unsure as to how much he wanted to divulge.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." and then, after a moment, "How did you hurt your leg?"I think he is safe, Brother. His power lies another way from yours, but I can feel it. Reivan Isaac flashed a quick grin as both the Shaman and his curious adviser seemed to relax. "Try me." he prompted. "As i said, i'm intrigued.." "My leg..?" the blue wolf's brow furrowed again. This wolf wanted to help? He could help..? Isaac bowed his head slightly, eyeing the deep bite mark wounds at his knee, wincing instinctively as he almost felt the cartilage crushing in the female's jaws once more. But what to say? Oh that, that's nothing. Just payback for murdering an old wolf in her sleep. Yeah, that'll go down great. His eyes drifted back up to the Shaman. "Unfortunate business with a.. sorry to be frank, slightly crazed wolf." This technically wasn't a lie, though it was up in the air as to which of the two Seers he was referring to. "Never was a brilliant fighter.." he said casually, his head tilted slightly. Quinny-chan "It's just the Wind," Sol-Lun attempted to put off Issac by throwing out an off-hand comment, though the capital was evident. He wasn't quite willing to deal with ridicule again so soon after his mother's death.
"Does it hurt much?" He asked, moving around the blue male to get a closer look at his hindquarters. Reivan "Oh, the Wind." Isaac nodded in an equally offhand manner. "What makes you think i'd ridicule you for that?" he tilted his head. There was something the Seer wanted to ask about the death of this wolf's mother, but he thought it best to hold his tongue for the moment. The male's nostrils flared slightly as the Shaman moved round him. Although he could tell the wolf had good intentions, Isaac was wary of allowing a stranger near such a weakness. "If i try and unbend it.." he said slowly, carefully watching the wolf. Quinny-chan The wind circled the blue male, caressing him, soothing him. It is ok, Brother. You can tell him. He knows already.Sighing audibly, Sol-Lun sat and slowly met Issac's eyes. "I can fix it, if you want. I think..." Saddness momentarily filled his eyes as he thought of his mother, thought of ending her pain, ending her.
Shaking his head to clear his troubled thoughts, he waited quietly for the other's decision.Reivan "Perhaps it was the Wind which told me earlier too, but i knew something good would come of this meeting." Isaac raised his head to nod at the wolf. "Whatever you can do, work your magic." he grinned, eager to see whether it'd actually work. The blue wolf looked upon the Shaman and his sadness, not having seen such for a long time. "Could you not save her?" he asked quietly after a pause, "I'm sorry, it must be painful.." Quinny-chan Tears filled Sol-Lun's eyes and he cried quietly for a moment in the way wolves do. "I was too late," he whispered. "But, in the end," he paused, a smile quirking the ends of his muzzle, "I did save her. I brought her peace."
Scrubbing his face on his foreleg, Sol-Lun laid down infront of Issac. "I'm sorry. I only know how to do this one way. Would you please lay down and touch your nose to mine?" He rested his head on his forepaws and waited. Reivan "I understand.." The Seer smiled lightly. Somehow being around this wolf kept Isaac at peace. Even with his powers he still found it hard to be completely sympathetic, but he felt no need to be malicious, despite how easy it would be. At Sol-Lun's request the blue wolf stretched out his forepaws and lay facing the other male, his body twisted so that his bad leg lay atop the other. Isaac thought it a little odd, but he did as was asked, leaning so that they were nose to nose. "Like this..?" Quinny-chan "Yes, thank you. Now be still." Misty blue eyes stared into golden, trying to find the rhythm. The wind began keening softly to the crimson wolf. Feel him., Brother. You can do this.Swallowing his fear, supressing the images of his dying mother, Sol-Lun's eyes drooped closed and he cleared his mind, concentrating only on Issac's breath as it whispered across his muzzle.
Every so slowly, he let go of who he was, and like a puzzle piece slipping into place, their breath fell into rhythm and he was in. He is like me and yet not. There is much pain here... And there is was, the sounce of Issac's limp. He could feel the strong jaws clamping down and a slight whimper escaped his lips unawares.You are there, Brother. All will be well. Do what you were born to do.Tentatively, Sol-Lun reached out and caressed Issac's knee with his mind. Untangling bones and tendons that had been mangled, knitting muscles that had long since lost their usefullness. His first touch was like a feather and the rest were just as gentle, but the more he mended, the more comfortable he bacame. He could not control it.
When his eyes fluttered open, only seconds later, though he had thought it hours, he knew Issac was healed of all aches and that he would be able to walk again.
"Make sure you eat," he breathed tiredly. "Much of the energy for that came from you." Reivan Isaac took one last look at his knee, as if to say goodbye to the dratted wound. He then watched the Shaman for a moment before following his lead and squinting his eyes shut too. He felt the other wolf's mind clear, like water washing away ink. Was that a good thing? He was still somewhat doubtful this would work, and partly afraid of the outcome, but if it did indeed work... Oh the possibilities! Isaac suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his leg, and it started to numb as Sol-Lun worked the knee. Which was probably a good thing. He would have likely passed out had he actually been able to feel bone regrowing in his own knee. When the Shaman was finished, Isaac still had his eyes clamped shut, and his breathing had also become heavy. He appeared half-horrified as he opened his eyes, brow furrowed he simply stared at the other wolf for a moment. Eventually he ventured a glance over at his leg. He feared this entire thing had been in vain when he saw that it didn't look a whole lot different, and when he attempted to unlock the knee he found that although it no longer hurt, it wouldn't budge. Isaac was about to complain when he felt the joint relax slightly and he found it was able to unfurl. His jaw opened in amasement at this and he began to laugh as he stretched out his leg like he hadn't done in so long. The blue wolf then rolled over and got to his feet, all four of them. The newly mended knee was still quite stiff, and his other leg had built up more muscle to compensate, so he moved a little lopsidedly, but.. he could walk again. "This.." Isaac said as he tested the leg out, nodding as the wolf told him to eat. "This is a miracle! Sol-Lun, i really do owe you." he said with a wide grin, returning to sit back down opposite the other wolf. "Now perhaps you should work on healing yourself.." he quietly spoke after a pause, "If you can repair the physical, you can repair the emotional. If you do not heal the pain, even breathing will hurt and then you will cease to do that." Quinny-chan Sol-Lun lifted his head from his paws and watched Issac take his first tentative steps, a bit like a puppy new to his paws. He smiled tiredly and replaced his head onto his paws, looking up at Issac through lidded eyes. "You owe me nothing. You can not repay what I give freely."
The blue wolf's final words struck home, dug into a place Sol-Lun had kept secret and hidden for what felt like an eternity, but had in truth, been less than a year. His body melted, turned to Jello, and he was lost.If the Wind had eyes, they were wide open now. He is of the Fabled, Brother. A.... Seeeeerrrrr It brushed the crimson wolf's ear fur with this fresh realization, not wanting to strain him after such a feat, but he needed to know. He is of a kind with you. Do not fear him. He will help you, if you let him.The wind brought him back to himself and he looked up at Issac with a mix of great respect and great dispair. "You're a Seer? Then you must know that my particular magic doesn't work on myself." He paused, the silence pregnant with apprehension, and then offered his own vulnerability, "The Wind said you would help me, if I let you. What do you have in mind?" This was only the second time that he had named his unseen friend to another. He hoped this encounter turned out better than the last. Reivan Isaac looked to his paws as Sol-Lun spoke. As grateful as he was for what the Shaman had done, he was secretly glad he didn't have to make a promise he honestly doubted he'd keep. The blue wolf stared passively into the other's eyes as his soul was battered by uncontrolled emotions. To a Seer, Sol-Lun was wounded worse than Isaac had been. His expression didn't change as he was questioned. "I am a Seer." he echoed in reply then continued, "But i don't know a lot about your magics. That's unfortunate though. Still, I feel you are more skilled than I. I.." he paused, knowing most wolves were uncomforted by this fact. Although that usually pleased him greatly. "..can read your thoughts, i can feel your pain, and i can see the memories which are causing it. But i cannot affect any of that. I am not the healer you are, so i do not know what i could do to help you. Does.. the Wind?" Isaac continued to work his knee as he sat. Quinny-chan One corner of Sol-Lun's mouth quirked into a semblance of a sad grin. "I know. The Wind can feel you there. So can I, to an extent. I'm sorry if my saddness has caused you any discomfort. I would not wish that apon you." But he can help you. He is helping you now, Brother. She is festering within you. He can put her to rest at last. Do not let her death be in vain. Yawning, Sol-Lun looked to the sky, trying to understand what the Wind had just told him. "It seems to think you are helping me now. It says that only you can put her to rest..." Reivan The blue wolf's head tilted slightly. "I've learnt not to let the emotions of others affect me. I'm afraid i would be a broken wolf if i did.." He gave a short shrug. "Well if it's true i suppose that's good then. But... Put her to rest?" he questioned, his tone sounding somewhat irritated, not with Sol-Lun but with this Wind. He still felt it was getting the wolf's hopes up in vain. For a Seer, Isaac didn't have a very open-minded spiritual side. In fact he didn't have much of a spiritual side at all. He didn't understand, nor did he care how his powers worked, he only knew that they did. To him, they were a tool, an advantage over other wolves. This attitude probably limited his powers to some degree, but it wasn't going to change any time soon. Quinny-chan "I fear I do not know what the Wind expects of you, but it sounds insistant." Lifting his head to gaze at Issac, his eyes like liquid blue pools, he sighed. "I do not expect you to do anything. The pain is mine. You need not worry about it."
Yawning, Sol-Lun stood up warily. The healing had taken much of his energy, but like always, life marched on, whether he was ready for it or not.He does not know, Brother. The extent of his import, his power... He has not yet realized his full potential. Do not lose track of this He. He will be needed. Reivan "Well, if it ever figures out how i could help, have it summon me, i will know and seek you out again. But i should make my way back to my mate now, she'll be getting worried again." He gave a slight grin, rolling his eyes as if to say 'women..' "I can't thank you enough for what you've done though, she'll be so happy." With this Isaac lifted himself from his seat, took a moment to stabilise his leg and went to walk back the way he had come. Just before he reached the undergrowth again he turned back to the Shaman and spoke with a sage smile. "You have a pure soul, i hope you find a way through this pain so it can shine again." And then continued, his blue form merging with the shadows of the trees. Quinny-chan Sol-Lun watched the blue wolf fade into the underbrush and wondered if he would ever see Issac again. There was much hidden behind that wolf's golden eyes.
Maw opening in a jaw cracking yawn, he padded off to find a place to rest.The Wind swirled around Issac as he made his way back home. Scenting him and marking his path. There would be a time when the Brother of the Wind would need the Fabled, of that, It was certain.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 1:24 pm
Of Blood and Tears Quinny-chan Sol-Lun twitched his ear and sniffed the air, nose flexing slightly to the right. Whipping his head around to bite at his hind side, he stood, shaking out his dusty fur. With no thought as to his destination, he bagan to pad along at a slow but steady pace. Otsune It had been a few days after Notoka's vicious attack and a young black male lay beneath a tree. Only his fur was no longer black, but a certain shade of rust. It was the color of died blood that clogged his nose and sewed his eyes shut. He had survived, thank the moon, and after the attack Fleance had been able to lick at his wounds before falling unconcious. The wounds had, by themselves, clotting and stopped the bloodflow, much in thanks to his youth. But the young male was dehydrated, now concious but anable to see. A large gash was on his side, an even larger, gapping wounds upon his shoulder. His back foot lay crushed and mutiple claw marks lined in stomach. His body was contored painfully beneath a large tree, the young wolf trying to find a position to lay where none of his wounds would touch the ground. His mind was too weak to call to his mother for aid, her own mind busy with her own tasks. Asylie's image did not fade from his mind....He laid in sorrow at how much trouble he had gotten her in...ho he would need to apologize...how he missed her so...and how she had saved his life which he, himself, had put in danger with his tender words. He now felt somewhat guilty for putting asylie in such a position and he hoped...her hoped he would survive to make it up to her. Quinny-chan This way, Brother. There is one who needs you."Of course there is." Sol-Lun answered with a yawn. "There always is..." Yet still, he plodded on in the direction the Wind had indicated, his sense of responsibility overwhelming everything else.
His nose twitched again and he scented blood. Quickening his pace, he stopped on the edge of a clearing, watching the shreadded male laying prostrate across the grassy space. It was never a good idea to frighten a wounded wolf and Sol-Lun was wary, to say the least. Otsune Fleance laid in a pathetic manner upon the ground. And it wasn't just him that had been covered in blood. A thick trail laid upon the ground, which was not longer than five feet. That path lead to the area where the true battle had occured, where Notoka had flung the younger male around with such a rage...Plants had turned scarlet in the moonlight, the grass the color of delicious cherries. The male was too weak to move, but the plodding sounds of paws upon the ground stirred him. His heart jumped with a start, praying for the love of Him that it wasn't Notoka. He forced a bloodshot eye open, eyelids long crusted over. Steely eyes searched around for the vagrant, but he was not able to lift his skull to get a better look around. His body shuddered, letting out a long sigh. Fleance was in great pain, and perhaps the sickly sight of him would be able to drive any scavenger away. Quinny-chan The Wind issued a soothing keen and gently caressed the wounded male. It is safe, Brother. He can not move, let alone strike out at you.Sol-Lun padded forward slowly, not wanting to frighten the dark male. He was on the fringes of death, any shock could push him over the edge. "Hello," he offered, his voice like brown sugar. "Lay still, be calm. I only come to help."Otsune The ebonite and rust male was finding difficult to even breath, being robbed of his lifeblood and energy. His breath scrapped at his throat as he exhaled with a raspy sound. His stoney eyes were wild, darting left to right in hopes to find the one who approached him, but finding no such figure, as So-lun was out of his site. A breeze kissed his body and then a sweet voice accompanied it. It was soothing to Fleance's desperate ears, as he had only expected to hear the snarls of a predator eager to dive into his flesh. Fleance strained to hear the voice, but clearly understood "help," And thus his eyes shut pleasently, another shaken sigh heaving from his chest. The young male tried to respond, but his words became garbeled, his voice cracking and choking whith each breth. Yet his body relaxed greatly, trusting that this mysterious wold would acctually help him, and not had fooled him. Quinny-chan He winced at the bloody gurgles emmanating from the male. Sol-Lun laid down before him and gently touched his nose to the other's. "Be still, be calm." he crooned, trying to make him as comfortable as possible. Closing his eyes, Sol-Lun inhaled sharply as the dark male's pain flowed into him. He explored slowly, mapping out the wounds in his mind, wondering how he could possibly mend all his hurts.All shall be well, Brother, and all manner of things shall be well. Free him from his pain and I shall carry it away.First things first, he thought as he eased the weak male back from death's edge, feeding him the strength from his own body before starting the arduous task of knitting bones and sewing flesh. He tried to be as gentle as possible, but the wounds were extensive, and he could feel a burning tingle begin to spread over Fleance as he worked.
When he felt his own energy was about depleted, he stopped, unsure if he had completed his goal. Yawning and quivering with the effort, he stood and began to lick the blood from Fleance's eyes and nose. He could see the scarring that was left, but he knew he could do no more. At least the wolf had lived. Otsune The youth's eyes remained closed, his back tingling with a sense of comfort and relaxation. The cold nose of another's was felt upon his own and this directed his thoughts back to his own mother. How he missed his mother, how he missed her caring smile, what would she have thought? Seeing her only son lying on the ground in such a bloody mess.... A sharp breath was heard and slowly he began to feel a sensation that could easily be related to his mother's abilities. At first it was gentle, soothing the deep cuts along his body. Yet that coolness quickly turned into an intense heat. It was unbearable! His eyes narrowed as his lips upturned and shrivled in pain, feeling as if a million fire ants were biting his body at the same time. His wounds were ablaze with heat, the flesh binding back together. It was then he felt the other's nose draw quickly away. Fleance's eyes opened wide, head shooting up into the air as he gasped, coughed, and sputtered. It was if he had just reached the suface of water after drowning to some extent. His skull hit the ground once more, his lungs coughing and tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth, finding his thraot no longer dry. In fact Fleance begun to realize that his shoulders were no longer ablaze, but cooled, yet stiff. He didn't dare look at them, wondering what this strange wolf had done. His breaths were heavy, gasping for precious, clean air. The lapping of another's tongue was felt across his eyes and nose and Fleance associated this once more with his mother, giving her pups their ability to breath. His gasps subsided, his body becomming calm once more and silver eyes cracked open to see the wolf standing above him. "Thankyou," was all he could muster, the words escaping his breaths as whispers. Quinny-chan Sol-Lun tried to stifle a jaw-cracking yawn, to no avail. Tongue stretching out, he stretched and chuffed. "Do not thank me yet. You will need to eat and you are in no shape to hunt. Neither am I, for that matter. You must drink too. It will be days before you have your full strength. Do you have someone to watch over you?" Otsune Fleance laid limp on the ground for a few moments, lightheaded and dizzy. It wasn't long after he had first spoken that he had rolled over onto his stomach in attempt to stand, but finding his legs extremely shaky and unstable beneath him. "Y-Yes," Fleance lied, his mind only on one subject: Asylie. Thoughts of her were his water and nourishment, his life and his rest. He needed to see her once more... But his mind was quickly sent spiraling back to the present, this strange gray and crimson wolf yawning before him after he had performed miracles upon Fleance's body. Slowly the line that seperated reality and fiction was slowly dissipating as he turned his head with a gulp to look upon his wounds. He was surprised to find that they were healed, but consisited of much scar tissue. The smaller sraps long his stomach had healed easily enough, though. He was grateful, and relieved. Yet guilt panged at his mind, for not speaking more in thanks to this wolf. Both his body and mind were sapped of energy and Fleance laid himself once more upon the ground, eylids becomming heavy with sleep. "I am forever....." But his words ended there, sleep eating himself whole. Quinny-chan Sol-Lun smiled and licked the dark wolf, gently upon the forehead. "I know you are, young one," he whispered, padding over to a puddle to lap up a few stagnant gulps. Returning to his scarred side, he laid down facing him, head on his forepaws.
"Watch him and wake me if he stirs," he bade the Wind before yawning and joining him in slumber.The Wind swirled and swooped, promising to watch over both wolves as they regained a bit of strength. Otsune Whislt in his sleep Fleance drempt of the gray maiden by the name of Asylie, his infatuation with her becomming even larger in his pseudo death. Eyes of the ocean sparkled in his dreams, her delicate fur in perfect health and sheen. But guilt struck him once more in his slumber, feeling as if he had left a large burden upon the female's shoulders. In his slumber he remembered...that when he had awaken the she-wolf had been there, sleeping next to him, her head upon his neck. She had come there on her own accord, but was it simply out of pity that she had come? Pity for the foolish male that dared to love her beneath the leering eyes of an overbearing father? His sleep was unsettled by these thoughts and yet Fleance couldn't help but feel her actions were not out of pity but a form of condolence. Perhaps she sympathized with him? Perhaps her emotions were, too, being turned towards affection? She had been so stunned by his initial "kiss" yet seemed positively repelled by his confession. No...she had come to him. And there his thoughts ended back at the thought of pity. The female's heart being torn by her father. He had acted too rashly...his heart had become jealous of his soul. His friendship towards her had slowly turned into affection, but perhaps her heart would not turn as fast, if not turning at all. These dreams were quickly ended by the vision of Notoka's fangs bearing down upon his naked throat, the vision of blood streaming before his eyes as his sullen dream quickly became a horrid nightmare. Fleance awoke with a gasp, picking his head up off upon the ground. The thoughts of Notoka had frightened him...as it would have any wolf who had almost been beaten to death by the alpha! Yet Fleance did not truely fear him, but help his position stubbornly. He would visit Asylie soon...when Notoka was out in hopes to pass a few words to her. What if Notoka was to reutrn unexpectedly? There wouldn't be a shaman around next time to heal his body, and Notoka would not cease his attack a second time, regardless of his daughter's cries. He would have to fight in his weakened state, but praying that he wouldn't, and in some twisted way prove to Notoka that he wasn't exaclty the devilish figure that he thought him out to be? But...he could not do that to Asylie...he could not attack her own father! Surely family came first before flirtatious males. His mind was torn between his actions, and he prayed in silence that he would know what to do if the time came. Fleance slowly regarded the resting elder before focusing his energy to try and stand. He felt like a fawn after birth, his legs wobbly and unstable. He hoped not to wake the gray male, wishing to slip off silently. Yet moved towards him, to offer a lick to the other's forhead in thanks. Quinny-chan He moves, Brother.Sol-Lun cracked a tired eyelid and watched the male wobble to a stand. A corner of his mouth quirked into a tiny grin as the other licked his forehead, but he stayed still and let him wander off, though he knew the Wind would track him. Whatever had caused the young one such pain was not yet reconciled.
As he watched him slink away, he raised his head and issued one last quiet bit of advice, "Have care, young one. Words often solve more disputes that claws and teeth...
I will find you if you have need."
Yawning, he placed his head back on his paws before stretching out on his side and resuming his rest. Otsune Fleance's ear cocked at the sound, listening to the words of the elder but continued his approach into the thick forest, sometimes tripping and stumbling as he went. He took in the healer's advice, keeping it a constant thought for when he met Notoka again. The sun was now setting and the sky turned a crimson that mimiced the spot where Fleance had once lain, the outline of his body enclosed in red leaving a clean mark that clearly resembled a laying wolf. That setting sun sybolized many things, perhaps his future, perhaps his fate, and Fleance walked toward it all the same, towards the clearing where Asylie laid in wait. Perhaps she was waiting for him to return? Waiting to escape? Or maybe she was trying to purge her mind of Fleance altogether. It didn't matter if his mind was full of doubts, his heart forced his body to travel all the same. And thus began his journey.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 5:13 pm
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