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 Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 4:18 pm
The storm was getting worse... Way worse. Rain began blowing inside the cave, and Champagne scooted to the back to avoid it. Tenma... Where was he?!? This was so not good... Not good not good not good... But Tenma was a strong, determined male. Maybe he was just having trouble finding prey because of the storm? Sure... Sure... After all, he couldn't be wandering again? Not this soon... And besides, didn't she snap him out of it? Or was it silly to think she could really stop something that has been in his head for his whole life?
Silly. Really silly. After about an hour she couldn't sit still anymore. The winds were howling, rain was ferocious, thunder deafening, and the love of her life was out there. What if he was hurt? Oh no no no... Knowing she'd be scolded (lovingly) if she went out in this mess and found him stalking a hiding mole, Champagne decided the risk was well worth it and bolted out into the storm.
((aw, thanks! Can't wait to see her!))
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 4:23 pm
Tenma didn't notice the storm growing stronger, or, if he didn't he couldn't act on it. He was blank, both emotionally and physically, eyes glazed over to the point he almost looked blind. His hair was starting to stick to his face, though he continued to trudge on. If he woke up he'd blame himself for believing that he was cured, believing he could be curled beside Champagne happily and give her a family they could protect together. No, he was a failure, or would be in his eyes.
((Short post is short.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 5:20 pm
Champange was frantic. Sure, rain dampened a fox's scent, but if Tenma were nearby it wouldn't do much. Unfortunatly, she couldn't smell anything but rain and ... Prey. She could scent out prey, even in their hiding holes, but she couldn't scent her love. This was not good. Not good. It was bad. Really, really bad.
"Tenmaaaaaaa!!!" Her voice barely rose above the wind and the rain. Visibility was not good, either, she could step one paw nearly off a cliff before seeing it there. And the storm was getting worse.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 5:55 pm
Tenma didn't hear Champagne, but he grew closer to her, as if drawn to her. In fact his body turned, moving to the sound of her voice, eyes still blank. His body found Champagne, standing by the shadows, glazed over eyes glancing in her general direction. Creepy? Yes, very. It was Champagne's voice that had brought the male closer, though, he did not waken to her. He did not snap open his eyes and smile at her.
Instead he stood there, blank and empty, staring at his love.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 6:30 pm
"Tenma?" The scent of her mate suddenly grew stronger. Still, visibility was awful. The icy rain soaked her fur, chilling her to the bone. What chilled her more, though, is when she stumbled nose-to-nose with the love of her life.
Why?
Because he never looked so dead.
Maybe it was the weather, the harsh flashes of light and the ear-rattling thunder, the wet air that showed no mercy, or the howling wind you only hear about in horror tales told to kits around Halloween. Maybe it was the surrealism of the situation, Tenma disappearing in a ferocious storm only to return and simply stare at her. Maybe it was the stare itself, the cold, glazed over look in his eyes. Whatever it was, it made the vixen scream.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 12:10 pm
The scream didn't stop Tenma, instead he merely stared at her. If awake he would have ran to Champagne's side, licked her cheek, done anything to reassure her. Though that was not the case. He was gone for the moment, maybe even for the day. Kithara had seen this once before, seen him follow her when both were kits and yet not respond with dead eyes. She would say that that was his worse stage, the stage where nothing could break his stare until he himself broke it, and after he would be even quieter than he normally was. After he'd hide for a long time, sometimes weeks, and when he'd return one could tell he was hurt. Hurt that he couldn't be normal, hurt that he was broken while everyone else was fine.
Hurt that no one else had his problem.
Was it mental? Or, was it a disease? Or was it truly a curse? One of his fathers had an issue with his conscience being to cruel, but he wasn't crazy. Tenma had always felt crazy. Always.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 2:11 pm
"Tenma?" Champagne asked in a small voice, skittering back a few paces, low to the ground. Yes, this was her mate, her love, but... Something was wrong. Oh so very wrong. This was not like the wandering she had seen him do before. "Tenma?" She asked again, almost to herself. Still low to the ground, Champagne took a couple steps forward, looking up at the dull, blank eyes of the most handsome fox she'd ever met. What was going on? "Tenma, love, can you hear me?" She breathed. Of course he couldn't. Something was wrong. Worse than it had ever been. Kithara had not told her this might happen.
But it was happening. Right here, right now, in the middle of the worst storm to hit since the vixen joined Yasashii.
Taking a deep breath, she decided she would just have to take care of him, get him dry, safe, until she could get them back to the tribe or he snapped out if it. This didn't look like she could snap him out of it herself again. This was worse... "Come on, let's get you dry..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 10:50 am
Tenma was silent when she jerked away, his hair slowly falling into his blank eyes, helping cover the eeriness of his dead gaze. When she moved about he merely stayed still, until she spoke about getting dry. Something in the back of his mind clicked. He couldn't go inside. He needed to catch food. Why? For who? Why did he need to catch anything? No, he had to. Something told him he had to.
He shook his head, suddenly turning and leaving her, padding ahead aimlessly until a rabbit darted by, the blank male stopped and raised an ear and a paw, whipping his tail out and tripping the bunny, stepping on its neck. Usually he'd be merciful with the kill, but this was not the same Tenma.
He grabbed the creature, returning to where his worried mate was and once more staring blankly at her, dropping the rabbit.
(( So, he's creepy. How are we going to snap him out of it? ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 2:44 pm
She would have followed, but the mere fact that he responded to her froze her paws. When he returned with the rabbit, Champagne started laughing. Then she started crying. He did it. He was so far gone from the real world yet he still did it. He hunted. He got her food like he had set out to do in the first place.
Not bothering to whip away the tears -who could tell the difference in this rain?- the vixen shook her head. "Ok, ok, you hunted for me. Thank you. Now, come on, Tenma." Her voice was soft, quiet, the way a mother would talk to a kit in shock. She picked up the rabbit, draped her tail around his shoulders, and tried once more to get him back to the cave- if she herself could find it.
((...oh dear. I was hoping you knew? Hm... -pm-))
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 4:15 pm
He followed her, his body led forward by her own body. He didn't protest, really even couldn't. It was a mystery how he had even gotten her prey in the first place, or even remembered to get her prey. Was it something he had to fight for, or was it something his body just....did? Either way, he didn't know, didn't even think about it due to his blank state. Instead he allowed Champagne to lead him forward, occasionally his tail would move, but this was not his own free will.
It was like dreaming almost. In the back of his mind he was asleep, in the very back. Tenma was enclosed in a quiet box, not even the rain could pierce through it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 3:52 pm
Against all possibility, it seemed, the winds grew rougher and the rain grew harder. It felt like bullets of ice were threatening to pierce Champagne's body with every second that passed. She had to get them back, back to the cave, back to what little safety they could find. She had to take care of Tenma. It was her job, both as his mate and as the tribe's Shaman.
Muttering obscenities around the rabbit -which was sure to be nice and tender from the beating rain- she picked her way back over branches and rocks and little streams that had formed. A couple times she thought she seen the cave, but only smacked into solid rock. Jeeze, poor Amy. It was so hard for Champagne to see in this storm, yet Amy could see even less. Nothing at all, even. How funny, in the middle of all this chaos the vixen felt a whole new respect for her tribe-mate well up inside her.
Bracing herself to smack into yet another false cave entrance, Champagne suddenly felt the wind and rain disappear behind her. She opened her eyes -when had she closed them?- and found darkness all around her and Tenma. Breathing a sigh of relief, she collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Dimly, she thought about the fire she needed to start, the rabbit she needed to try to get Tenma to eat with her, and Tenma, who she needed to make sure stayed put. She'd do this... in just a minute...
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 4:07 pm
As Champagne struggled Tenma blankly followed her. The second they were inside the cave and she fell down he sat on his haunches, a dripping mess. What had he become? A robot? A doll? As she laid there his mind stayed shut off. In the back of his brain the box Tenma was inside shuddered as his eyes laid upon Champagne, the captured male opened his eyes, and let out a scream.
'NO. Wake up!'
Tenma's head jerked to the side, silently shuddering at the sudden thought burst into his blank head. For a brief second he twitched to glance at her, and then everything was blank, again. Everything was quiet. Everything was..... wait, he felt something in his head. He felt something.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 4:32 pm
Get up. Get up get up get up!
Breathing a heavy sigh, the vixen pried herself from the cave floor. Fire. First, fire. No, first Tenma. Champagne looped her tail around her mate's paw, then set about gathering sticks left from before. In no time a fire was blazing, and she pulled the rabbit over to dry next to it.
"Oh, Tenma..." She sighed, laying her head on his shoulder.
After a few minutes, the rabbit seemed dry and even kinda cooked. She pulled it over to Tenma, nosing him to take a bite. "Eat, my love."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 4:43 pm
He managed to bring himself to eating, eyes blank as ever. Though at the taste of food his tail twitched as the boxed version of himself stirred.
'Wake up.'
He could hear himself, he could. He could hear his own demands, his own anger, his own blind hatred. He was angry inside, angry that once more it had come to this... this emptiness. Wait... anger had never happened before. He had never felt before while in this state.. never experienced this blind hatred either.
Could he....wake up?
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:07 pm
Champagne's belly rumbled, but she ignored it. She could find more later, right now Tenma was all she cared about.
Looking over at her mate, she thought she saw something flicker in his eyes. Something... looking like rage. A shudder passed though her body that had nothing to do with the cold.
Cold. She needed to warm herself, warm him. Still shaking inside -she'd seen his anger before and didn't desire to repeat the experience- she pressed herself against her mate, tail wrapping around them both.
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