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 Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 2:37 pm
 Tyco had spent the last week traveling through unknown territory, almost nonstop. He was completely exhausted, and knew he had to take a break or he would collapse. Thankfully there were plently of small creeks in area, which meant food and water. He found one such spot and drank, then hunted around the forest floor for vegitation to eat so he wouldn't upset his body by giving it too much too soon.
Tyco found a comfortable spot under a tree and curled up, exhausted. He knew his fur could use some grooming, but he would do that after his nap. His eyes drifted closed and he was content to listen to the sounds of the forest.
The reason for his state was a scent he had been following. It was faint and he almost wasn't sure he was on the right trail, but it was the best lead he had...
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 1:43 pm
 Mia had been traveling with some friends, to nowhere in particular, but she had recently grown apart from them and taken her leave to explore and travel freely on her own.
Maybe that wasn't such a good idea. She'd gotten the feeling lately that she was being followed, so she had gone out of her way to travel in a circle and double back to confront who--or what--ever was tracking her.
Deities above, she was not prepared for who it was. Tyco? Really? She had spent so much effort trying to get away from that fox, far away from that fox, and she had known that he had tried to chase her down, but she would've thought that he'd given up by now...
In the process of backing up further into the brush that acted as her cover, she stepped on a twig and snapped it, loudly. She never was a hunter. Muttering curses under her breath, Mia took a deep breath and shook her head, then stepped out of the bushes and took a better look at him.
He looked horrible. Mia wasn't sure what she thought of that.
"Tyco." What else was there to say?
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 2:42 pm
Tyco's eyes snapped open at the sound of a something on the forest floor, a branch breaking under a careless paw. He gave his surroundings a quick and wary scan, heart accelerating slightly as he wondered if he was in any danger. In his current exhausted state it wouldn't take much.
He saw something but couldn't stop his eyes from continuing their scan, the instinct of selfpreservation strong. Even as his name drifted from her lips his eyes were still sliding over the spaces and shadows where danger could be lurking. And then his eyes found her.
"Mia," he said. His voice was rough from exhaustion and lack of use; it cracked halfway through her name. He couldn't move or react past that. All he could do was stare.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 11:29 am
"What are you doing here?" she asked tiredly, blinking once again. Didn't you get the message yet? She wondered mentally, but didn't say so out loud.
Even if he was being a creepy stalker, and even if he had driven her away, he had still been her best friend, once upon a time, and she realized she didn't like seeing him the way he was: dirty, possibly hurt, and exhausted.
What was he doing here?
Reluctantly, she asked another question: "Are you hurt?" If he was, she wasn't sure what she would do about it--she knew she couldn't just leave him, but at the same time, she was...afraid of getting drawn back into his web, getting trapped with him again, getting suffocated by his overwhelming urge to be the only thing in her life that mattered even a little bit. She couldn't bear it again, and she knew this time she wouldn't have the strength to get away.
How had he even found her? She thought she had been free...
"Tyco?" Deep in her heart, in spite of everything, in spite of all her worries, she knew that if he was hurt, she would care for him. They had been best friends, and they once upon a time, had had a bond closer than family. She couldn't leave him to suffer if he was.
Mind made up, and feeling better for it, Mia swished her tail behind her idly, looking down at the gray fox before her critically.
He looked terrible.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 12:20 am
"I've been better," he said, a tired chuckle forcing itself out of his throat. Now that the adrenaline was fading from his system he found it too tiring to even keep his head up, and laid it back on the ground. His eyes were still fixed avidly on Mia though, and the tightness in his chest mixed with the taste of anxiety in his mouth were far too uncomfortable for him to be properly dying.
Peacefully, anyway...
He was concentrating on Mia's face, and the joy at finally seeing her again was overshadowed by the pain it caused him. Old pain, and new. It had been so long since he had seen her that he was starting to believe he never would again, half certain this was all an elaborate illusion of a fevered mind trying to bring wishes to life.
A fresh wave of pain, sharp as a blade, lodged itself in his chest. He didn't like how Mia was looking at him. Scared. He scared her. He was sure she'd deny it, hide it all behind a bluster about how she was doing perfectly fine and maybe even read him a lecture about his own physical state. But Mia couldn't lie to him. She had never been able to. That was why she waited until Tyco wasn't looking when she ran for it.
To see her now looking down at him, weaker than he'd ever been and in no shape to even walk, and she was still afraid? When had their relationship turned into this? Half of him longed to push himself to his feet, to wrap his tail around her and murmer reassurances until that haunted look left her eyes. The other half of him held completely still, afraid that if he so much as twitched she would spook and vanish forever.
Again.
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