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 Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 4:23 pm
 Ado smiled as he traversed the fog covered landscape. He'd never been here before... Ado loved discovering new places, probably because he'd never left his pack's homeland before his death...
His death. So he was thinking about that again. After so long... You'd think he would've gotten over it. But the fact was, Ado... Ado still felt bitter. Cheated out of life before it could really begin... There'd been a girl in his pack that he kind of liked... Well, not LIKED 'cause they had been too young for that then. It would've been gross then.
But in the years spent thinking about life, death, and love... Ado thought that maybe if he had lived... maybe that girl would've become his mate.
The sad thing was... He couldn't remember her name.
Enough. He was in a new place. It was time to explore.
The good thing about exploring when you're a ghost, Ado mused to himself, is that you didn't need to worry about falling off a cliff and dieing. You were already dead.
Which is what he thought to himself as - hopping from a ledge to another ledge - he discovered that the second ledge was not a ledge at all, but a thick blob of fog. Fog was one of the bad things about being dead. Ado could explore all he wanted, but he couldn't truly SEE anything.
Ado fell, but he wasn't worried. He'd fallen many times in his death-time, and it wasn't like he could die again, so falling usually just led to a new place to explore.
Of course there was always the chance that he could fall into a pit and not be able to climb out. He'd heard of that happening. Of ghosts endlessly trapped in pits, and canyons... But... Ado was a very optomistic dragon, for someone who had been gruesomely killed in the midst of an inter-pack feud... So he tried not to worry about the possibility of getting stuck in a pit.
Instead, he tried to focus on wondering where he would end up...
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 6:35 pm
Ewin's paws ghosted over the thin layer of snow lingering on the deserted nursery. Eons past, this would have been the area where the new bulbs would grow into beautiful sprouts and be transferred to a more permanent holding area. Now, without anyone to plant them, the earth remained bare.
With the rare plant clutched in his mouth, the melancholy child drifted upon an upturned stone with a bit of rest. Not that he needed it. One of the most disturbing facts he found out was that he didn't need anything he thought he did, which made him feel down right stupid from time to time when he had the response to rest.
His gold eyes took in the scenary sadly. Life was alot lonelier than it had been. In the old days, the hills had been full of family members toiling away in the tradtional trade. Planting, harvesting, healing; a very wonderful thing to do, indeed.
Now, he was alone. No brothers and sisters to pester him. No mother to coddle him when he wept. Hell, no tears to show that he was even weeping.
A moment before he was about to sink into another fit of hopelessness, Ewin sensed another being. It wasn't like the living creatures flitting in the wood and for a moment, he was too stunned to react. Could it be....? No, there was no chance.
And yet, he hoped that he wasn't wrong.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 7:21 pm
Ado tumbled down the slope. He laughed. That was another thing about being dead... If he had been alive, he would have been too terrified to enjoy the feeling of spinning head over heels, earth and air endlessly switching places over his head. The drop evened out into a slope soon enough, and that gradually became a slight incline...
Ado finally came to a gentle stop at the feet of another child ghost. Ado took in the sight. The child's coat was a beautiful sky blue, black around the edges. He was holding a plant. Poor thing. Must've just recently died. Ado had quickly found out - upon his own death - that anything you moved as a ghost only went back to it's original position the next day.
Besides hearing of ghosts trapped in pits, Ado had also heard of ghosts that - for whatever reason - tried to move something. A boulder to the top of a hill. A stone in the middle of a creek. Every day they moved it. And every night it returned to the place where it had started. It seemed a horrible fate, to spend the rest of your life - no, that wasn't right... the rest of your death - rolling a boulder up a hill... Well, the child standing above Ado would find it out soon enough.
"Hello," Ado said simply, rolling onto his feet and staring at the blue male child curiously.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 1:23 pm
He saw a mass of grey when his senses reached their peek. Blinking his golden eyes slowly, Ewin raised up to a sitting position and looked at him with jaded indiffrence. Horrible, how this boy was just as dead as he was and at such a young physical age. The most luscious arrangement of greys made up his coat, reminding Ewin of the animals he'd seen down south on a trip with his mother. The large gashes on his side would have worried him, had he not clearly been dead.
"Hello," Ewin replied awkwardly. What was one supposed to say to another being of the spirit world? Weather had little sway as to how they went about their days and obviously the frigid landscape wouldn't be much of a topic worthy of discussion.
Still, the fact that another being found this place, living or dead, bothered Ewin. "How did you get here?" His soft voice, though calming and relaxed, was rather blunt.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 3:40 pm
"I fell. This place is new to me, and I jumped onto a ledge that was really fog, and then I fell and then I met you," Ado shrugged, "Or did you mean, how did I die?" He shrugged again. "My pack was in a fight with another pack, and... well... I kind of ended the feud, though not in a way anyone would've really wanted.... How did you get here?"
Ado leaned forward interestedly. He loved to hear about other ghosts lives.... his own had been so short... He accumulated experiences just by talking to other ghosts.
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