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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2015 1:20 pm
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There's a painful thing about lost hope that's difficult to put into words. Tume, for example, has no idea how long he's been wandering without sight, sound, or smell of his lost pack. That's how the universe works, isn't it? Something angers a god, and suddenly there's sand and wind and terror and pain, not being able to see your pack - your siblings, at that - only able to hear as they wander farther and farther away.
If he closes his eyes he can still see them vividly, Suklaa and Alauda, growing beside them, watching them play while he sat stubbornly on the sidelines, knowing that every second of their future was mapped out together. But now? Nothing. Where are they? Are they even alive? What about the rest of them?
He's so far gone that when he sees a brown tail, it doesn't matter that there's no spots on it. Maybe Alauda simply got his tail covered in dirt that matched his fur! Maybe there's a chance! Maybe...but no. As he approaches tentatively he finds a girl, at that, with a mask of color on her face. Tume pauses as he stares at her, then bows his head slightly. "Sorry if I'm intruding," he says softly. "You looked like...well. Someone I'm missing, I suppose."
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 10:13 am
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The dog's bright eyes are a little fascinating, honestly, and Tume stares at them a little longer than he should. Perhaps it's fortunate that she's letting them roam all over his coat so she doesn't see his own staring, though when he notes how closely she's looking at him he shifts, stiffening slightly. What is it she's hoping to see? He twitches his tail a few times. "My...well, my pack. I've lost...track of them." That's a kind way to put it, at least. He's told his story to what feels like an endless number of wild dogs now as he looks for them, and the exhaustion from it is starting to sting.
When she asks if they're related he stiffens even further, even snorting. "What? No, I don't think so, I..." It just brings the sting back even sharper, and Tume sits down with a sigh, staring off to the sigh for a long moment. "Not as far as I know, at least. My family all stayed rather close to my pack, and I only have two siblings. No cousins that I'm aware of yet." Yes, there was a reason he, his brother, and his sister were picked to lead the pack next, namely because no other heirs had been born from the others in charge. The fact that they were born a triad, as the goddess decreed the rulers should be, had only cemented their claim. "Forgive me. I wasn't aware your packlands were so close. I can leave, if you'd prefer." Though in all honesty he's exhausted. Such wandering...it's taken a toll on his body, and he'd rather sit and rest for at least a few minutes than be driven away like a common rogue.
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