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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 1:50 pm
Location: Quadrant 5, near the midlands and lowlands, in the elevated forest near Ha'Pah. Timeline: Current; approaching the end of summer Point of View: Aleu
"Look at me!"
The birds' feathers were ruffled in every manner to speak of. When Aleu bellowed her command across the muddy stream, most took to the skies, a chorus of squawks, chirps, and the agitated clicking of beaks fading with their silhouettes in the distance. Some would return, but for those who did not, Aleu was unlikely to find them again. What awaited her farther than the boundaries of Right Here and Back There was a mystery she needn't concern herself with quite yet. Not until she made progress... or until she was deterred from it.
The stagnancy was the worst of all things. The isolation, second only to that. Aleu had always assumed herself a loner, though not by definition of being without pack. Her aversion toward strangers, her reluctance for small talk, and some degree of obligation to keep herself away from distractions. This was what made her alone.
All paths led to nowhere. All theories, disproved. Every attempt to solve her father's dilemma equaled nothing more than another stalemate with this disease. It was as though it were taunting her, intentionally bringing him back to the brink of coherency, only to have him linger there a day or two before his mind dilapidated again.
She was not an impetuous wolf, but she had made rash decisions. Nor was she cruel, and yet, she had blood on her paws that was not that of prey. This can't all be for nothing, she would swear to herself. All of this can't be for nothing.
"Look at me!" she screamed again. A part of her wondered when this had stopped being about love and become a matter of justification.
The morning was still new, the fog from the rains only now starting to clear. Taeb meandered around freely, his fur brittle and slovenly, his breath a wheeze of in and out, out and in, until it was a dolorous melody no less foreboding than the sound of the birds abandoning her cause.
He was traipsing through the water and still he refused to drink.
— No, he couldn't. And his daughter, for all she tried, was too weary to heal him this time.
He kept looking the same direction, opposite her, but there was nothing there.
"What are you looking at?" Aleu demanded, and same as the last time and the time before, he didn't reply.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 6:34 am
 The eyes of her male companion lacked true cognition – or so he thought, which puzzled the shaman -- but had over time come to track him in one or way or another. Over the course of his spectatorship, Esdras could account that those unnatural series of falls and fall always had been, rightfully so, of some concern to him, but would lose their impact when logic came into play. The male’s muteness, or lameness of mind, or something akin to it brought Esdras a sense of selfish comfort, allowing him to continue pursuing them in pursuit of his own curiosities; at, seemingly, no cost at all. The dynamics of their relationship intrigued him… she cared so deeply for the weak and sheltered him in the strangest of ways while the he showed no form of appreciation in return.
There was an odd presence about the female as well, comparable to that of her companion's only Esdras was drawn to it instead. Nothing that he could pinpoint, but knowing it wasn't as simple as a primal attraction was reason enough to linger for the many days he had.
Nevertheless, the gaze of the male was unnerving and the female’s sudden look of interest, albeit frustrated, would send a chill through his entirety. The leaves concealing him would shudder briefly, but violently, while the air remained barren of a wind to support it. Esdras would curse only in his thoughts, eyes wide behind the mud that cloaked him, while the stress of uncertainty began to wane his power.
Nature, the trickiest of females, had a way of biting Esdras and then promptly licking the wound. From his left flank the scamper of paws could be heard until the form of a squirrel came into his rigid view. It paused several times out of habit, neither seeing nor scenting the wolf directly at it's side, and would dart out toward the pair blindly; as if it were being chased. Making a sharp “L” shaped turn up the nearest tree, it would chirp angrily for several seconds before vanishing altogether.
Esdras returned warily to the two wolves in his midst, more stiff now than ever before.Hopefolly Idk if it quoted you already, but again for good measure!
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