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 Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 5:36 am
The Next Morning
Ruth found herself once again in the middle of what she referred to as an enchanted forest. This time it was rather quiet. She came to find herself before and old tree that had been charred and burned. Looking around she noticed a few more had suffered the same fate. The soft sound of crying could be heard nearby, but just as she turned to see who it was Ruth found herself staring at the ceiling. It was early morning. Still dark outside, thought the room was light by a blue glow from behind the curtains.
Being a werewolf, it didn't take long for her to spot the dark figure at the end of Jynelle's bed. A second later she also realized the dryad was holding the flute to her mouth. She looked like she was in some kind of trance.
"Jyn? Are you... alright?" The worried girl asked shuffling so she sat upright.
The dryad snapped her glance to Ruth, her mind now back in it's place.
"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" Jynelle asked with a soft tone of guilt. She didn't look to happy.
"I can't say it wasn't you... but I'm not sure it was. Is something the matter?"
"Did you see it?"
"See what?"
"You did... didn't you?"
"What?"
"The... dead ones... burned alive..." The dryad said looking somewhat disturbed.
Was something wrong? Dead ones? What was she talking about?
"All I saw was... the remains of burnt trees. And I heard crying." Ruth reported with a slight frown.
"Mourning the loss. I frightful sight to see so many suffer." The dryad explained still with an air of shock around her.
"Dead trees? People were crying over dead trees?"
"It was the trees whom were crying." Jynelle said with a slight sign of annoyance toward Ruth's question. Clearly Ruth was not on the same level. Didn't she care that lives had been taken? And that their gruesome remains was all that was left to remember them by? Then the thought clicked that she probably didn't. She was a werewolf, so she was a killer herself. Not of the trees but other smaller creatures. It probably wasn't any use trying to get her to understand.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 6:45 am
The Language of Music
Jynelle started to speak less and less, replacing her words with music or hand signals. The dryad had both a happy and a sad feel about her. Happy because she visited the underground regularly through her music. Happy because she could make the plants and trees well again. But sad because she longed for something more. Something the dryad couldn't explain or know the answer to. Even spending time with Mercutio and Ruth didn't seem to cheer her up as much as it used to. Her happy expression and the memory of her smiles were fading fast and know one could place their finger on the reason.
"Do you feel ill?" Mercutio asked sitting cross legged at the end of the tree spirit's bed. The dryad shook her head and formed words with her hands. 'No. Just unhappy. Sort of empty I guess.'
"I don't understand why you're so depressed... It's not because of Ruth is it? That she has to live with us now?" Jynelle shook her head again and shrugged, letting a slight sigh escape her. She wasn't in the mood for talking or signaling.
"I'm sorry. I can't help you unless I know the problem. If you know what's wrong, or have a slight idea, come and see me. I want to know and I want to help if I can."
Jynelle nodded and the werewolf waved and left the room, turning out the light and sending the room into darkness.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 11:37 pm
Broken lifestyles
It wasn't long after Niro's decent into insanity that Mercutio's lifestyle reverted back to the way he lived with the pack. It was after leaving the pack that he'd decided he wanted to start out new.
That changed so suddenly that Jynelle and Ruth weren't sure what to think.
The older werewolf would go out in the morning and not come home for 3 days, or come back that night either plastered or high. His head was never in it's right place.
He was also neglecting the girls a bit. If it hadn't been for Jeile, then both of them would have starved to death, or worse become the aim for Mercutio's rage.
"Jeile... What's wrong with Mercutio? Why is he like this? Have I don't something wrong?" Jynelle asked cowering in a cupboard with the shapeshifter and the other werewolf.
"No. Of course not. Nobody did anything wrong. He's just going through a tough stage right now. He doesn't know what to do with himself, so he takes this icky stuff that makes you act this way. he doesn't really know what he's doing." The young man said curling his white tail around the two younger bodies. Ruth had fallen asleep, so it was just the two of them hiding themselves from the moody fellow outside.
A few minutes later Jeile ducked his head out of the cupboard to check that the coast was clear. Mercutio was asleep on the lounge. It was going to take a lot to wake him again. breathing a sigh of relief Jeile picked up Ruth's body and the two conscious souls left the shelter.
"Jeile... I'm scared to be alone with Mercutio... Can you please... stay. I know you don't want to be here, but I..." The dryad started to beg looking to be on the verge of tears.
"Jynelle, I wont leave you or Ruth. I can't do that. I'm also not going to leave Mercutio. I'm going to continue to try and convince himself to get back on track until he does. That's a promise." The shapeshifter whispered softly before bending down to kiss the dryad's forehead gently before leaving the room. He didn't really want to leave them, but he wasn't permitted to sleep in the bedrooms. Mercutio was on the couch, so the only other option was the floor. He changed forms and curled himself into a white fuzzy ball in the corner of the living room and watched the werewolf cautiously until he drifted off.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 1:10 am
Step Up
Jeile was sitting outside brushing his tail, careful not to damage his fur. His mind was far away in the thoughts of what had happened the previous night to realize that a young dryad was watching him.
"Jeile... Does your wrist still hurt?" Jynelle asked moving in closer to inspect the shapeshifter's wrist as though it was an injured snake about to strike. Snapping back into the correct time Jeile turned his head sharply to look at Jynelle.
"Not as much as it did. It's fine. It's not badly damaged just a little bruising." The young man assured her running a bruised hand down her cheek. When trying to check Mercutio for a temperature, the werewolf had caught hold of the shapeshifter's hand and gripped it so tightly that he his wrist had turned a purple tone.
"I'm sorry Jeile. On behalf of Mercutio, I'm sorry. You know he didn't do that on purpose, right?" She asked stepping closer again. The shapeshifter nodded and Jynelle made a silent promise to herself. She would assist Jeile in the housework, in preparing meals, in looking after Ruth. She wouldn't just stand by and watch someone else have to do everything anymore.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 1:26 am
Pleading for Sanity
Jynelle gazed over the sleeping werewolf that was Mercutio and sighed. He'd been rather depressed lately, after running out of speed and not being able to find another supplier he trusted. The dryad was worried about him dearly.
She went to reach out and touch the sleeping werewolf when his eyes snapped open and gave Jynelle a fright.
"Nel? What are you doing?" He asked in a strained voice as he sat up and looked around. he was in his own room again. Jeile must have moved him.
"Watching you sleep. I'm worried about you Mercutio... Just because you can heal faster than anyone else, doesn't mean that you wont make a fatal mistake." She said holding back tears of frustration. She couldn't stand seeing Mercutio in this state. She swore she'd doe whatever she could in order to prevent him hurting himself, and he was breaking her promise.
"I'm... Sorry Jynelle... I don't know what I'm doing anymore, or why." he muttered going to stand up but finding himself so dizzy that he unwillingly fell back into bed. It was times like these when the werewolf wondered if he was even meant to be in this world. or even if he was still in it. Maybe he was already burning in the pits of hell?
"Please Mercutio! Don't do this! Don't hurt yourself anymore! Don't take anymore of that nasty drug or vanish for days on end! You're hurting Jeile, your setting a bad example for Ruth and you're breaking my heart! I care about you so much Mercutio! You're a father to me! And to see you like this... in this state, it makes me want to die! No matter how hard anyone tries, they can't get through to you! It's like you aren't even here! Like you don't even care! Mercutio, I can't stand this anymore! It has to stop!" The distraught young dryad begged with tears rolling down her cheeks. Her chest felt heavy and the tears refused to stop flowing. "...please..." She repeated softer, though she knew the wolf could hear her.
"I'm sorry... Jynelle..." the werewolf muttered for a second time before passing out again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 1:51 am
Hospital Bed
Days after Jynelle's pleading to the werewolf and he was still at it. Though he wasn't on drugs, he was still drinking lethal amounts of alcohol at an unhealthy rate. He was so drunk that several bars had already ban him from stepping foot within again. This was so unhealthy that the effects were finally beginning to show through.
Mercutio lay in his bed moaning and clutching his head as if it would ease his migraine. There were no lights anywhere in the room and an empty sheet of pain killer packaging lay on the bedside table. Jynelle was seated at the other end of the room on a chair, watching Mercutio's every move. She had to watch out for him, make sure he didn't hurt himself or OD on painkillers. It was a painful sight for the dryad to see. He looked like he was suffering something unimaginable. An internal battle for his life. "I need more! I need more painkillers! I can't take it anymore! Please!" The blonde man moaned curling up under the covers.
"I'm sorry. You've had enough. I can't let you have anymore. I'll get you some water and you can make do with that. Try to sleep, Merctutio. It will help the ill effects pass." the dryad said formally as she glided over to the door and disappeared into the kitchen.
"Yes. Yes, I know. I understand. No, not at all. I've been helping out. Never. He's a bit ill, but it will pass." The dryad heard the shapeshifter speak. She spotted him on the couch talking. Who was that he was speaking to? It was clear the discussion was about Mercutio, but Jeile certainly wasn't reacting the way Jynelle thought he would. He was so calm as if nothing had happened. The bruising on his wrist and another on his hip had disappeared, and the scratches he was given were almost healed completely. She was glad he was okay now.
She continued her journey to the kitchen and got a glass of water out of the fridge. She couldn't quite reach the tap properly yet, so Jeile had been kind enough to pre-pour some glasses in case a situation like this arose. She slipped quietly back into Mercutio's room again and noticed that it was a lot quieter. the only thing she could hear was the heavy, rasp breathing of the ill werewolf. She set the glass on the side table and kissed the wolf's forehead gently. "Please get better Mercutio..." She muttered softly before taking her place on the chair again. She gazed down on the floor where her flute lay, inviting her to pick it up and play it, but she didn't dare. The sweet songs angered Mercutio lately. Headache and noise do not mix.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 4:57 am
Still Not There
Early the next morning Jynelle woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking. It was a smell she became familiar with when Mercutio was in his right mind. She winced at the thought of how much the werewolf had changed and slipped out of bed carefully. Ruth's bed was empty, so she guessed the younger werewolf was already eating her breakfast, or at least waiting.
Reaching the kitchen Jynelle was surprised to find not Jeile, but Mercutio standing there. "Morning..." he muttered to her in a familiar sleepy tone. The colour that had drained the previous day seemed to be coming back to him, though he still didn't look the healthiest he'd ever been. "Jeile and Ruth went to go get some milk. Apparently we're out of it and Ruth wanted to make some fairy cakes with the two of you." The werewolf explained sitting at the table with his freshly cooked breakfast. Jynelle smiled happily. She'd not seen the werewolf eat in days. She was glad that he actually was eating.
"Are you feeling better, Mercutio?" She asked perching herself on a chair beside him, "You look much better then yesterday."
The werewolf nodded and smiled to her, though she could still clearly see that he was not happy. At least not underneath his present appearance. "Thank you for helping me, Jynelle. This really isn't fair on you at all. On any of you. I'm glad you stuck by me. I was beginning to wonder if you'd be to frightened to have anything to do with me anymore." he muttered looking the dryad corsea over and smiling for real this time.
"I wont leave you yet. I wouldn't dream of leaving you in this state. You have Ruth to look after, and Jeile to keep you company otherwise. I know you wouldn't be lonely, but it would pain me to leave them with you like this. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." She assured the wolf cheering up even more when his true smile shone through.
The werewolf finished his breakfast and went back to bed, claim he still wasn't well enough to stay up too long. Jynelle accompanied him, bringing her flute with her to lull him into a peaceful mood so he could temperarily forget the mess he'd made.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 5:21 am
Sick With worry
Jynelle herself started to feel rather ill that night. Her stomach refused to co-operate and her body felt cold. Jeile had tucked her into bed and insisted that he look after Mercutio so that Jynelle would not wear herself out.
She curled herself up into a tight ball and closed her eyes, trying to relax and let the warmth flow through her body again. It was a horrible feeling. It was the only time she ever remembered feeling sick before. Sick like she had contracted some kind of virus. But was that even possible for a tree-spirit?
"You know what it is, don't you?" The other girl asked, seated cross-legged on her own bed. "You're cursed to worry about those you care for, and so when you worry too much your body become rebellious. Rebellious because you care more about that other person than yourself. That's what the cat demon told me. He knows a lot of things... But he's very stupid. Like Mercutio. Even though he's my daddy and he knows it, he doesn't look after me. Just like my mother. He's not worried about anything at all and so his subconscious is rebelling. One cannot simply exist in the world. they need to do something. His subconscious made him sick and made him do things he shouldn't because he wasn't doing enough. Sitting around the house talking with us is not enough for him." The girl began ranting on, her unblinking eyes fixed on Jynelle.
"What are you talking about?" Jynelle asked frowning and curling herself tighter.
"You're both sick because you need something you don't have. You need to know Mercutio will be okay, and you don't he will be. He needs to know that he can change his unhealthy ways. He doubts himself." Ruth continued to explain, somehow making a little sense, yet also creating more questions.
Jynelle decided she was too exhausted to pursue these questions and merely closed her eyes to rest. She felt more at ease now. It was strange, but Ruth's words were actually quite comforting. Or maybe it was just the warmth wrapped around her body?
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 12:12 am
Temperary Escape
Jynelle sat outside, letting her breath flow through the flute endlessly. She looked as though she was miles away, dancing with the notes of the music. Eventually she actually got up and started spinning around, closing her eyes and playing faster. Faster and faster she spun as she played a cheerful tune which the birds seemed to want to join in on.
She was soon joined by Ruth. The two girls dancing and twirling to the sound that filled the air. For a few moments all Jynelle's worry seemed to vanish.
She stopped suddenly when she realised she was being watched. Looking around she searched for the eyes that were on her, but could only find Ruth collapsed on the ground feeling rather dizzy. "Do you feel that?" She asked the werewolf, her body tensing.
"Feel what? I only feel the dance vibes jittering in my stomach." The other girl replied with a childishly amused grin.
"That's not dance vibes. That's your breakfast." The dryad commented in a serious tone looking at her.
The other girl just smiled and stood up unsteadily. "Well it's close enough." She said shaking her head to get her hair back in it's natural place.
"Not it's not! You can't see vibes, you can only feel them. You can see you breakfast." The dryad argued forgetting the pickling feeling of someone watching.
"You can't see my breakfast because it's in my tummy and I sure as hell can feel something moving in there!"
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"I don't think you know what you're talking about."
"Of course I do."
"Do not!"
"I'm not going to argue with you, Ruth."
"This IS an arguement!"
"It's a disagreement."
"Arguement!"
"Calm down."
"You calm down!"
"I am calm."
"Liar!"
"Are you done yet?"
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Done yet."
"Done what?"
"I don't know you said it."
"No I didn't, that was you."
"Liar!"
"I'm not a liar."
"Yes you are!"
"When did I lie"
"Girls!!! Lunch time!!" Jeile called out, distracting both the girls. The two rushed over to the picnic rug as though nothing had happened.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 9:22 pm
Another Time Another Place
Slowly, slowly, twirl, twirl. The graceful movements that Jynelle managed to pull off were only ever seen by her. She didn't like to dance in front of others anymore, nor did she like people watching her place her flute. It was still as beautiful as ever, and when she played it filled the whole apartment with a magical atmosphere. The main point was, that only Jynelle would hear it.
Lately She hadn't had much time in the spotlight, what with Ruth being a troublesome child. Mercutio had actually gone out and got a job, while Jeile was regularly visiting Ruth's school, or sleeping after a rough night. She was left alone a lot, but she wasn't upset about that. She'd been beginning to notice her differences more.
She was different. not different like Jeile and Mercutio, but different in the way that she was from a whole other world entirely. she knew she didn't belong here. She loved the surface world, but part of her longed to be in the underground with the rest of her kind. It made her sad to think that she wanted to leave the family that she'd gained, but it wouldn't be forever. There was no force in existence that would keep her from seeing Mercutio again, but she didn't belong with him. Did he know that as well?
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