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 Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2019 6:45 pm
Tear Garden had slipped out during the later hours of the night, standing on the edge of disrupted earth. This was the grave site, a location Roachspeak had been working on for the past few months quietly. He claimed it'd be a gift to the pack; something to remember the passed once it was complete. This would be where the memory of her father would be lain, and yet his body was lost. What good was a graveyard without the dead to put within it?
Her ears drooped, nails digging into the earth as her jaw tightened. The pack was full of so many memories, and yet she had access to none. They called her an Elf, sure, and they believed her to be one of them, but she didn't feel like them. She had escaped, and in doing so grew up without their traditions, values, and stories. Something her father surely would have taught her had he lived.
There was jealousy in there, too. The others had known him. She had the memories, but they were ones of a child, and a young one. She didn't truly know him or the life he had lived. All she could discover was what others told her. She didn't know the man they had so loved, and it stung.
She wanted to love the Elf grounds. They weren't the ones of old, but these held faces he had loved. She had been born to be an Elf, and yet she felt like a fraud. If her father had lived and she remained as a pup would she have been different? The Elven ways felt so... different than hers, and she felt as if she insulted the very pack she was supposed to belong to with her feelings. It just didn't feel like home, and hoped that'd change.
But what if it didn't?
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2019 7:19 pm
It wasn't uncommon for the young wolf to venture out into the night when eyes were closed and Elves were safe in their dens. It allowed him to have some freedom in his so called home for once. A time where he can drop the "Bone" front, and feel the feelings of Sunopal.
On a his way to one of his hiding spaces he notices someone else out, a beautiful she-wolf with dye of flowers. He had seen her before, when he was younger, and she had looked so sad at the time. She still looks sad now.
Why was she so sad, and now perhaps frustrated, if she had found her home? They treat her with the respect she should have living among her kind, among the Elves, she has been accepted into the pack though she has been gone for so long. He quells the short burst of resentment within him, he was born here and lived here his whole life; though they will never treat him with such kindness. There was no reason to get angry about it though, anger never solved any problems as far as he was concerned.
He observed her from far away, trying to figure out if approaching her would be appropriate considering she was at the grave Roachspeak had been digging for the pack. A voice in the back of his head that sounded a lot like his mothers told him: "Yes, but to try to be respectful. Sorrow is an awful thing to experience alone, however, frustration is a delicate territory to travel."
He sighs, and leaves what he has come to know as "Black Sun" up. A front he puts on to please the Elves that surround him, the bare bones of himself that also serves as a protective covering as if he was made of clear hard ice. He begins his approach.
He does not keep quiet: he does not wish to scare her, and he hopes she can hear him approaching to her side. He tries to remember her name, his memory of seeing her and over hearing it recent, but so foggy almost as if he got the memory from someone else. He looks to her dye and remembered some; It had something to do with garden, sadness... Tear Garden, if he remembers correctly.
In a soft voice fashioned after the calm and caring one he's heard all his life for comfort barely above a whisper when he reaches her side, "Excuse me, are you okay, Miss?"
Hopefully, he doesn't mess this up.
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2019 10:52 am
She heard him, as he had wished, but she had hoped the pawsteps weren't for her. She didn't have the energy in her to play an Elven game of words right now. Her head tilted to the side slightly, allowing the wolf who approached to enter her sight once he was close enough. For a second she almost sighed, noting the familiar colors of the Head Elder. Beechbone; someone she was grateful for on his honesty but unsure how to be around. He knew so much of her past, and he held a sadness unlike the others when he spoke of her father. It was almost too much, and Tear Garden struggled to loosen her shoulders around him.
Yet, it wasn't him. Similar, yes, but not the same. Instead she saw the prince of the pack arrive, her head turning fully to now view them full on. The prince of whose name she had forgotten. Memory was a fickle thing, especially while grieving. Was she okay? For a moment she considered her answer. If it was Beechbone or the others who claim to know her it'd be a yes. Yet, this boy was without any way of knowing who she had been or the family she came from. She could be anyone to him. She didn't have a memory to fulfill.
"Yes," she still answered, however she allowed sorrow to creep into her voice as she turned to look at the graveyard. "I heard one of the Chronicler's were setting up this area for a graveyard. I was wondering how one could do so without the bodies. What would we be visiting except empty soil?"
She held the silence, content and peaceful with it. He had come to speak to her, however, and it'd be rude to remain without word, wouldn't it? She turned back to him, noting again his colors and markings. Was he like his father? Or was he like the she-wolf Tear had yet to speak to?
Or was he someone of his own?
"What of you? Wandering around so late at night can mean a lot of things, and a heavy mind is one of them."
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2019 5:39 pm
Huh. Well... that's not what he expected in response, especially with the sadness in her voice. Probably a similar reason to his own as to how she would rather keep it to herself. He's content with it though, he's perhaps not the best for comfort most of the time.
He sits beside her though, and contemplates the grave. Eyes glance her way, wondering why it means so much to her. Black Sun brings them towards the grave once again, not understanding the sorrow it represents, but respecting it none the less. Roachspeak is strange to him, his reasonings and thought processes hard to understand for his mind. His mother feels bad for him, sorry for nothing she had to deal with. He's not sure what to think about it.
"Perhaps it's meant for if they ever find the bodies, perhaps it's just a physical way to bury the memories, or it could be a way for the tears to be sent to the dead as we all end up in the ground anyway. It could just be something the Elves use to hold their grudges longer, a reminder of what has happened to them and a way to keep their distrust up."
A sigh escapes him, "I apologize, if any of that seemed insensitive."
He will give no excuse for his words just said, whether she considers herself an Elf or not.
He turns his head towards her, "The meaning is different for every wolf though, it is what you make of it. Some will see it as a genuine way to grieve, some will use it as their excuse for hatred. Empty soil will only contain what you put into it after all."
He's surprised by her question, most wolves don't care what he does or why. Black Sun narrows his eyes towards her suspicious on reflex, trained to expect the worse from the Elves of what he speaks. The body language he was presenting deflates though once he feels from her a more genuine curiosity than one searching for gossip."I walk around during the night because there are less eyes to follow. If no one sees, no one can speak of it later. It keeps them off of my families back and me of a peaceful mind"
He gives a boyish grin, a small shine of light coming forth in his eyes that keeps getting seen less often, "Most of the time."
The prince pauses to let the little joke settle in the silence then continues, "If a heavy mind is what causes me to wander around, well maybe the fact that my name is of a rock was a sign."
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2019 12:30 pm
She exhaled sharply at his comment of the Elven way of holding a grudge, a sound she had held in for quite some time. It was true, after all -- the Elves had such a way with words she almost felt bitter just thinking about it. It wasn't for her, despite the fact she was a full-blooded Elf. She had, of course, met a few unlike the stereotypes. Roachspeak, Beechbone, and perhaps the very boy before her. Her tail flicked idly, another exhale leaving her as she shakes her head.
"No, it's true. Grudges and gossip walk among the Elves like a familiar friend," her voice held a soft distance to it, as if she wasn't one of the Elves. It just didn't feel right anymore. Her attention is drawn back to the boy and the graves simultaneously. Empty soil will only contain what you put into it, she echoed, eyes drawn back to the graves. What would she put into the grave of her own kin? She had lived this short life without a place to mourn her family, did she need one now?
Her eyes turned back to Sunopal, drifting over his body for a breath of a moment. Young, like her. He didn't walk with the suspicion the others did. He was strong and vibrant, and Tear Garden wondered how long it had been before she began to notice that. Was he like her? Unsure of his place as she was herself? Or was he another Elf to be wary of? It was, regardless of which, reassuring to know he was a new soul -- someone who didn't have memories of her to speak of and stories of her father to drown her ear in. Whatever Sunopal brought to her was new, and any memories that would be made would be of the current time.
It was nice, in a way.
Her eyes lingered on his dye, admiring the swirls and intricacy as he finished speaking. She was a listener, allowing him total ownership of the conversation until he fell silent. Her eyes left his dye, fully aware she could be lost in the labyrinth of color for hours to come. Her head cocked to the side and, for the first time in days, she found humor again as she let out a soft laugh.
"If names are telling then I wonder if mine has fit me so far. It seems all I do is self inflict misery whenever I can," she admitted, feeling the self hatred bubbling on her tongue. "I prefer the night lately myself, too. I always had a routine and would wake the moment the sun rose, but these days it's easier to wander when it has long slept. I find it... odd, truly, how often the Elves speak of their own. They're so preoccupied with what their own are doing at all times that I wonder if they ever truly see what is outside."
Her cheeks heated, head snapping to look at Sunopal. He was still an Elf, had she forgotten her manners? "Err, that's not to say they -- we aren't lovely as a whole. I... didn't mean anything by what I said."
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2019 8:57 pm
He catches her eyeing his dye, and a little smirk comes to his features as she goes on without knowing she was noticed. It was very lovely, the artist had done it justice: sometimes he'd look at in in the water's reflection for fun. The others didn't really pay no mind to it other than how it marked him as the Alpha's son, and he appreciated how she could get lost in the artistry of it. He usually didn't want anyone looking at him for too long either, but somehow with her... It didn't feel wrong or weird.
He goes back to looking over in the distance, when she is no longer distracted, some sort of confidence instilled in him after her ministrations. It's been a long time since he's felt that way.
"Don't apologize to me, it's not needed. I am but a Half-Elf, so that means nothing in their eyes." He looks over at her, eyes hiding so much emotion there's no way to tell how he truly feels with that statement. He doesn't really know it himself either.
The voice he speaks with is soft, firm, and just a little sad, almost as if he wishes it would be different. "The Elves are stuck in their circles of conversation. Only having eyes for what's in front of them and shining in only a light they can see. Their mentality of family is not a bad one, no, but there ways of choosing who is is the problem. I do not consider my self a part of them, and if you do not either it's okay, you are not alone in this feeling."
He listens as she speaks, watching the movement of her mouth and how when she spoke her movements expressed as well. The way the flowers seem to perk up instead of drooping when she moves a certain way or even bloom instead of wilt was fascinating. A delicate illusion, perhaps meant to match a personality just as nuanced.
Black Sun tore his eyes away eventually, always one to make eye contact while speaking, "Forgive me if this seems intrusive, but why do you hurt yourself to badly then? Surely it's not on purpose, but what is troubling you? The tears do not always need to be sad."
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2019 9:32 am
Half-Elf, Elf, didn't it all mean the same if you were part of the court? Her brows furrowed in thought, disagreement with her Elven kin evident in her features. She caught his expression, teeth chewing at the inside of her cheek as she contemplated it. Murkwood was supposed to be home, and yet there stood two wolves meant to belong who felt off. The pack itself wasn't bad -- it wasn't a place where others were meant to be miserable or where the Head Elder didn't care. Yet, perhaps it wasn't right for her.
Or him, now that she thoroughly looked at him and the glance he had given her.
'I do not consider my self a part of them,' he spoke, and she felt her chest clench. How lonely did that feel? His family was in the Murkwood and yet he felt that way. A part of her felt relief, too, although not that he had suffered in the first place. If her father had survived and she never had been removed from the pack then, regardless of who lived and hadn't, would she too not have felt at home? Did that mean those feelings she felt weren't because of anything she did wrong, but was just a part of her in actuality?
His final question caused a pregnant silence as she flicked her eyes to glance at the dirt. She could lie, like she often did lately. She could claim she held a sarcastic and dry humor and nothing she said was to be taken seriously. She could change the subject, even, as she was wont to do around the Elves. And yet, somewhere in her chest she felt like that was the exact wrong thing to do. He was like her, in a way, and lying to someone in her exact situation felt like a disservice to them both.
That, and maybe a part of her aching heart wanted to finally confide in someone.
"It's habit," she answered softly, drawing in a fragile breath as her soft form shifted to face him more. "It feels wrong to feel the way I do. I'm 'home', where I was born to be and expected to remain. Yet, even while here I'm not happy. I've never been fully happy. Not with my adoptive parents, not here -- it feels like I burden the world around me as a result. Like I'm somehow ungrateful for the life given to me and chances presented. I should be happy to be home. It's what my father would have wanted and what my adoptive parents asked me to find. But this doesn't feel like..."
She trailed off, inhaling as she closed her eyes for a moment. She felt guilty for her admission. So many wolves and animals had done nothing but try and make her happy and there she was, rejecting everything with one final declaration. The Murkwood Court was not the home she had dreamed of, and not where her paws felt at ease.
"Like home."
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2019 12:18 pm
He listens, and he feels sad for her. He had found that the court maynot have been a home for him at a young age, but for her... This was the place she had hoped her dreams would be settled.
That, quite frankly, sucks.
He waits until she's done to begin his steps closer, going slowly so she can turn him away at anytime. Black Sun carries himself towards her and fairly awkwardly goes with what the heart of Sunopal wants: to rest his head around the back of her neck in a hug.
"A home is not the place you belong. I belong here with my family, and you belong here with your kin, but it is not a home. A home is where your mind is at ease and you don't feel like you ever wanted anything else. A home is where your heart leads: it could be found in a person, in a place, or in a feeling, but it doesn't necessarily have to be where you belong."
He steps back, and puts himself at a reasonable distance between the two of them again. He looks around to make sure there are no prying eyes before he moves to the edge of the trees and speaks again, "Come with me, I would like to show you something."
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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2019 9:01 pm
He touched her, and for a moment everything went still. How long had it been since someone hugged her? The comfort of warmth enveloping her stung her eyes, bringing tears ready to spill over. It was reassuring and warm and just right, and yet at the same time overwhelming in a way of its own. She hadn't realized how desperately she had needed the comfort.
He pulled away, giving her a chance to blink back tears as her head cocked to the side. He had requested -- no, demanded she follow him, and yet she didn't mind. In fact, a lot of what was happening that very night were things she ought to be uncomfortable with from prior experiences, and yet Sunopal did not unsettle her. She felt as if she was in the presence of someone kindred; someone who got it.
So she'd follow him.
"Okay," she breathed, not choosing to ask where. She wanted to see on his time, or else the spell being woven between them might break in any second.
Really, maybe she just wanted to have company for the first time.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2019 9:50 am
He gave her a gentle smile when she stood up to follow him, and in trust that she would continue he led the way. He thought about how he had ignored the tears that threatened to spring from her eyes, because he didn't think she wanted him to notice, and wonders if that was a good idea. He thinks so, she is now following him without question and that has to mean for something right?
He looked back rarely, only making sure she wasn't getting behind on their journey. He had chosen a shortcut through the foliage on a deer trodden path no seemed to notice so that the possibility of prying eyes was lessened: He didn't want his own reputation to sully hers. Black Sun moved some branches out of the way so it would be easier for her to traverse. He know's, at least for himself, when you have a near constant sadness it could be hard to move over such things.
When he hear's the soft babble of a stream he knows the destination is close and he looks back and says the first thing she's heard from him since they've walked, "We are close, I hope you will like it."
He parts the bushes surrounding their destination for her, allowing her to view the scene before them. It was a pool, nestled in the center of rocks and various plants to a point where it get's looked over by most wolves. It was crystal clear and a stunning turquoise shade of blue that seemed to glow in the lighting of the moon. A small stream fed into the pool, occurring due to the mountain run off and through it's journey became so clean that it eventually formed this little piece of seclusion. It had a calming presence and one of complete privacy, something he knew that was near impossible with the elves, but the illusion is all that mattered.
He looks around as he says this, and when he finds that they are truly alone, Black Sun pulls back and Sunopal grins at her, "It is usually used by lovers that want a private night together, I hear. Not many come out though. I like to use it as a place of... Clarity, I guess. It's nice to be able to think freely and be yourself for once."
"The water is still warm enough to swim if you wish, but we can also just sit by the side and talk as freely as you please. I want you to find this a comfortable place to be as well."
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2019 5:20 pm
She followed Opal quietly and at a respectable pace, noting each time he glanced back with a flick of her tail. He didn't need to worry about her. Her ears perked at the sound of a stream, remembering the times she had heard it before and yet not followed it. The pool itself was stunning, breath caught in her throat as she eyed the sight.
"It's lovely," she answered, glancing up to catch a grin from Opal. Her eyes trailed to the water as she considered her options, tail flicking. A swim sounded lovely, truly, and the quiet of the location felt at home. She had always loved when she could hear the crickets and nothing else.
"I could use a swim," she hummed softly, padding towards the waters edge. Cold bit into her paw as she placed it within, eyes squinting against the sharp and bitter feeling. "Perhaps when it's warmer, though. If... you wouldn't mind us returning here sometime." She didn't want to intrude on his quiet space, of course, but for a moment she wondered if they'd return there in the Spring. Would they be friends, perhaps?
Would he still enjoy her company?
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2019 7:35 pm
He followed close behind her to the water's edge. He was about to just plunge himself straight in to the pool, and start splashing around like a pup but hesitated when he saw her reaction. Ah, maybe it has cooled since last time I was here.
Noticing the pause in her words, he brushes his side against hers in reassurance: wanting nothing more than to give her anything to feel good about. "Of course we can, I wouldn't mind making this a regular thing even."
He smiles at her eyes lighting up in excitement, "I wonder if it will freeze over in the winter? Maybe we could skate around and slide on the ice." He laughs.
Looking around Sunopal finds a big enough rock for the both of them to reside on and lays down on it, tucking his paws underneath himself. He motions with his muzzle for her to sit or lay beside him, "It still holds some warmth from the sun earlier, maybe it will feel better than the water?"
He smiles, trying to be much more friendly and open than Black Sun was with her earlier. He couldn't wait to see where this went, she was so different from the others: it made him feel safe to be with her like this. It was a feeling almost unknown to him, and he wanted to have her feel the same way with him.
He knows it's so quick and such a childish thing, but he can feel the on coming crush make it's way into him. She seemed so sweet, gorgeous, kind, and unfortunately... sad. He wanted to help her feel better, and give her everything she could ever want or need, to make her smile.
This is one fast fall, Sunopal. You two barely know one another. Calm down for a few minutes, and become friends with her first before offering her the sun, moon, and stars, would you?
Shut up, let me bask in the joy of a crush.
He ignored any further intrusions from himself vastly preferring to speak with his companion, "So, your name is Tear Garden right? I remember you from the Great Feast. My name is Bone of Sunopal, but many just call me Sunopal or any other nickname really."
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2019 8:52 pm
His touch lingered against her long after he had moved away, a warmth radiating down her side. What was that? What was any of this? She had been uncomfortable since the moment she stepped into Murkwood. She had tried not to be, of course. Everyone had been friendly to her and more than welcoming, yet she had never felt like she belonged. She was always behind the others, trying desperately to learn a culture and way of being the others seemed so attuned to. They were all strangers, and to be fair so was this boy, and yet...
He was warm. Warm and comforting and real. She didn't have to worry about the undertone of his words, and she felt as if what they said and did would remain between only the two of them. That was how it was supposed to be in reality, but it was more than that. Something about him felt like she had known him before. Like perhaps she had been meant to speak to him in the first place.
What was that? Was it a... no, -- really? Could it be a crush? Her cheeks heated under her red and white fur, tail flicking once more. She watched him as he spoke, chest tightening for just a fraction. She had never felt this way -- wasn't it far too soon? Of course she had heard that crushes made no reason or sense, but to actually have it occur to her was entirely mind boggling when just two hours ago she had been in an entirely different state of mind. Yet there it was; a budding emotion she couldn't exactly claim wasn't there.
He settled neatly on a rock, gesturing for her to approach. She did, gracefully settling beside him. A respectful distance remained between them, although it was entirely out of habit. The smile he casts is new, as if something had lifted off his shoulders and he was returning or evolving into something else. It's infectious, honestly, and she finds a smile lifting the edges of her mouth.
"Yes," she answered softly, hearing his name and instantly saving it in the forefront. "Sunopal," she uttered, testing the way his name fell from her mouth. She liked it. "Ah, the feast? I was..." she trailed off, remembering how reclusive she had been at the feast. Hopefully she hadn't set a bad image.
"It was nice, wasn't it? Strange, but nice to actually have everyone in one spot. I wish they practiced more familial activities like that..." Maybe she would have felt more at home if so? The elves felt so distant, or at least to her they did. "What of you, Sunopal? Did you enjoy the feast?" She, sadly, couldn't remember where he had been during the event. She had heard whispers of him spending time with a dark pup from a different pack, sure, but she hadn't heard the story itself.
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2019 10:31 pm
He gets himself comfortable and dramatically flops over so his back was touching her side and he was looking up at her, "I have fond memories of the feast. It was the first time I had really met the Elves, mother was concerned of my siblings and I's well being at the time being so young."
His smile never faltered as he recalled the memory, he only laughed at the ridiculousness of the chaos he had caused, "I worried her sick. Something had happened, my father had went somewhere leaving my sister in the middle of the feast where everyone could watch over her while he attended to something,"
His memories of puppy-hood were so foggy sometimes, he wasn't sure if it was normal. He couldn't remember exactly what his father was doing at the time, but he does remember vaguely bringing it up to his mother, and her fearful look that had crossed her face at his words. His smile faltered at that memory but he continued with his story, "I had ran off with another pup, I never asked what pack she was from, but I remember her well."
He sat up and looked up towards the night sky through the opening in the trees above them, eyes glazing over as emotions he could never really shake off came to the forefront when the she-wolf from that night came up, " Her name was Abyss, another Alphas daughter: She had eyes like my own and a coat of stars. We had similar worries and concerns, similar wishes to be understood too. It was what made me realize I wasn't alone in my feelings."
He couldn't help the longing feeling remembering the puppy he entertained for that night. He wondered how she was doing, if her father had lightened up on her any or if she was still battling with herself. Did she remember him? Was she having similar thoughts towards him, in wondering about his being? He may never know, and he wasn't going to get lost in the memories of a mysterious she-wolf when he was entertaining another. He just hoped that he could pass on the acceptance he found with abyss to Tear Garden: that she wasn't alone in her feelings, that he was there and he understood what was plaguing her too.
He snaps himself out of the thoughts and turned back to his companion. He didn't want her to think of him as someone lost to old emotions and memories. He held them close and dearly, but he had other things to be doing at the moment. He smile from earlier returns, but this time smaller and softer. It was less for show and story support and more genuine.
"I was missing for so long my mother, had thought I was taken, stolen away by the visiting pack, only to be relieved when I returned. She had a rough night then, but I hope she has forgiven me," He laughs.
"I had seen you talking with somebody when my father was introducing us to the surrounding wolves. If I'm remembering it correctly it was actually one of my current bosses. I hope he didn't bore you too much," He chuckles again, thinking about the refined, but a little awkward, old man Shivering Aspen chatting up Tear Garden.
He only hopes she never sees him after a training session with Aspen. He wouldn't want to sully her memory of chatting with him if it was a good one. He will have to be careful on his way home from his lessons from now on, so she never witnesses how hard and ruthless the old wolf could be towards his students.
"I wish we have more events like that as well, it's so nice to see everyone put aside differences to just enjoy themselves," his eyes twinkled at the recalled companionship of the pack.
He knew everyone loved each other, that the Elves had loyalty to each other if nothing else. I was just so hard to see sometimes, that the memories of the feast are what helped him drag himself along for so long. He wondered about the lovely wolf before him, this lady who had the softest coat he's touched and eyes so light they brightened the area around them.
"What about you? Do you have any fond memories from when you were a pup?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2019 10:48 am
She thought back on the event and remembered the wolf she had spoken to; Shivering Aspen. A kind wolf, in her eyes. His company had been welcome for the time being, and yet not sought for after. She had just assumed he was a busy wolf.
"He was lovely," she admitted, folding her paws delicately. He was also another wolf with too many Elven memories for her to feel comfortable around. Someone who had known her father and knew how she didn't fit in. He hadn't said a word, and perhaps he never would judge her, but Tear Garden knew she didn't fit beside him. He was Elven in heart and nature, and then there was her. Still, he wasn't someone who made her feel guilty for not knowing their ways. Maybe she could stop by and exchange a word or two late that week.
Her attention was drawn to Sunopal's question, which took its time to truly reach her. Her memories as a pup? Her ears flicked back as a flash of blood and gore flickered behind her eyes. The sound of a sharp scream and cry echoed in her ears. She still remembered the agony of rolling down that hill and the leg that bore its scar.
And then there was after -- her family. The family she desperately missed. Her mouth went dry as she considered her story, head tilting in thought. Hers was far different than his or any of the Elves.
"After the attack I was found within a forest by the local animals. They raised me. In particular a large family of rabbits adopted me." A true smile touched her face. "I suppose I have plenty of fond memories of them. Stories of them trying to figure out how to raise a wolf. If I had to chose my favorite, though, it'd be the carrot festivals." She let out a soft and bell-like laugh, head shaking.
"They were run every other month. Rabbits from all around the forest would collect carrots and distribute them. They weren't the tastiest, but it was a loving event. Quite a few times the bear who helped feed me would come in and steal a few carrots. She always forgot she hated the flavor."
Her tail flicked once, a joyful movement, before it stilled and the distance in her eyes left as reality returned to her. She looked up, flushing slightly.
"Sorry, I forgot myself."
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