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 Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 6:52 pm
 It was time to run. Pam hadn't seen Eric in ages, and maybe it was time to just... live until he called upon her. There was no reason to stay in this place, he hadn't commanded it so, so she figured that finally she might leave.
He could find her if he needed her, or she would find him again, she supposed, then she would stop running.
But it wasn't Eric that stopped her, it was a terrible smell, like death, that made her pause in her flight and turn towards the annoyance. Her hackles high, she lifted a lip in a snarl and approached. Dead things could... be tasty things, yes?
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 8:22 pm
 The day was too bright for his liking. The colors were too bright. The sounds were too loud. God, being zombiefied wasn't a low enough level of living dead for him. Where was the numbness? His scars still prickled every now and then. What about not having to eat anymore? He still had to suffer from malnourishment and the grumbles of a perpetually unsatisfied stomach. Everything just was becoming too much for him again, and Edgar's will wavered close to deep depression. It grew to the point that he was not bothering to listen to his surroundings, nor heed his senses - it was as if he was trying to find an excuse to get himself killed.
Death would be far more merciful than this meager and painful half-life.
Yet even as his mind remained dull in the light (was there ever one now?) of his purposeless life, the ratty wolf's body had a very different plan in mind; it actually wanted to survive. It kept the stream of information going even if it was to an unloving mind. It kept reminding him that though his mind was somewhere else, his body was stationed here on Telk, and dammit it could not be ignored. And it was his body that realized there was the scent of hostility in the air, and that was time to turn to a different direction.
Female. Defensive. No, wait, on the move! Edgar himself blinked in a dazed fashion when his paws suddenly stopped of their own accord, and to his vacant surprise he lifted his head in time to spy a cream wolf snarling and heading his way. His response was simply to flatten his ears in some half-hearted attempt to look . . . look what? Aggressive? Submissive? He didn't even know anymore.
"Be quick, whatever you choose to do," Edgar rasped lowly.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 4:21 pm
Bile caught in Pam's throat as she laid eyes upon the deathly creature and realized the smell was coming from him. A wolf? He was completely bald on his ears, paws, and tail, and had massive scars all over. His teeth were malformed. Pam cocked her head a bit, contemplating how he was able to eat. Maybe he wasn't, and that's why he looked so close to death?
"Er, I will move at the pace I determine, wolf." The last word she almost wanted to question. He looked more like a swamp rat than anything else, but underneath the terrible stench was the undeniable smell of a fellow wolf.
"What happened to you?" she inquired, somewhat softly. She wasn't particularly happy to sound so soft, but something about the male made her infinitely curious, and slightly worried. She didn't want to catch his ugly, in ANY case.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 8:13 am
His nose twitched. He was almost amused at her question because he didn't have a straight answer. "Many things happened," he replied blandly, blank eyes scanning her over. She was pretty in the natural sort of way, yes, creamy and pale with fangs to deter from any sort of "soft beauty" impression someone might have gotten. Not him, that's for sure; she came up all snarls and fierce inquisition. "None I care to remember right now. Why do you approach if you hate the smell?" Mostly animals ran away. The only things that stuck around were scavengers thinking he was a corpse to be looted.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 10:12 am
Pam wasn't sure how to answer his question, though if he wouldn't answer hers, then she didn't see why she had to answer one of his. She was a wolf who traded things, never just gave freely.
"Is this what happens when families are... too close?" she asked a new question, now convinced that possibly this was the living effect of inbreeding. It was disgusting, and Pam would mark it in her mind to avoid family at all costs - though most of them were dead now anyway. It always happened that way, for her.
The cream female circled around to the other side of the walking dead, in both an attempt to find herself upwind of it, and as an inquisitive venture. She just had to see this from all angles, if possible.
Part of her mind wandered to thoughts of what the insides looked like, if the outsides were so weird, but the knowledge that the inside would smell even worse deterred her from thinking such things for too long.
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