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 Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 7:51 am
Chip was odd, he had no friends as it seemed no one could stick around him long enough without being freaked out by the way he spoke. He had recently met a fox who seemed to stay with him on and off but that was more because the pity it felt for the lone wolf.
He strangely coloured wolf had somehow wandered into a packs land without knowing. He was whining as he walked, the voices that haunted him hurt his head too much and he wished to be free of them. He looked around before laying dead moving his paws to try and cover his ears.
The voices continued to argue in his head till Chip let out a long wailing howl, it wasn't something that he would normally do but it hurt him too much.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 8:06 am
As it was- Ryukkii was no help to the seeress when it came to counsel. Disappointed, the lean silver wolf slowly crossed the pathways back into her mate’s lands, her ears back and her blank eyes staring as she slowly pondered the meaning of her dreams. Peculiar things-... but she wished Ryukkii would listen to her more. She didn’t seem to care. Not that this was a new development, and Phib would be furious to find her once again hanging around his sister in law. But despite all the things she’d done, Amélie forgave her, and she respected her intelligence. But all Ryukkii had said seemed to imply she knew, and didn’t care enough to tell her.
Amélie sucked in a breath, salty air flooding her nostrils. It was troubling, but... perhaps she had time to think on it yet. Winter was barely done with it’s main thrust, and the ground was icy as she hobbled over it. Everything was grey, and she was sad to feel the color go. She used the slight tremor of life to navigate her way through the forest. But in winter, life was scarce- and she moved more clumsily then ever.
About halfway back to the den Phib and her shared, the slight creature became aware of an odd, jarring sensation in the back of her mind. Her white ears perked and she glanced about. Again, the static. But this time, she heard thoughts. But the thoughts...they were not right.
Cautiously, she stalked a bit, hobbling about dumbly until she came about the form of a lone wolf nervously skirting about the territory. Such a broken mind! Her heart panged with sorrow. “Hello there,” Amélie spoke, approaching the other carefully.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 8:16 am
His head shot up as an unusual voice hit his ears. He looked at her and whined a little not wanting to open his mouth as he knew what came out of it each time he did. Instead he whined a little more while cursing the other voices in his head.
He looked up to her, she looked so pure in front of him, tiliting his head a little he smiled and dared to open his mouth to speak.
"H...Hello." He shut his mouth quickly and shook his head. It sometimes helped move the voices around a little.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 11:41 am
Amélie flattened her ears, the echoing sounds of him cursing himself in his mind running along her brow and down her muzzle. Gently, the end of her tail swayed as she approached, making sure he did not think she was approaching out of aggression. He finally spoke- but when he did, he cut his voice off so quickly she could hardly register. Was he afraid of what he might say?
Hesitantly, she gently walked alongside him, and sniffed delicately at his neck and shoulder. “Hello,” She repeated softly. “I’m Amélie- who are you?” Her own mind lightly pulsed as she walked around him. An echo...
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 11:54 am
Chip's ears flattened on his head and he gulped before opening his mouth.
"I am..."
"A Chipmunk, an insane one too!"
"Yeah dont talk to it, its pretty rubbish!"
Chip whined again, clenching his maw shut. He shouldn't open his mouth it always ended up so bad. In his mind he was apologizing and crying. He hated himself.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:07 pm
The jarring words hit Amélie’s ears like a slap, and she flinched for a moment, before sinking her head down and lightly rubbing it against his, the end of her tail gently weaving back and forth. “It’s alright. I can understand you. It is good to meet you, Chipmunk.” She spoke. “You are not rubbish at all.”
Her head pulsed, and she lightly poked around. Poor mind! So flooded with wild thought. Was it because of his blood? A father to a son? She wondered idly, and sat herself down. This time- she addressed him directly. It was something she rarely did, but she hoped it would relax him.
“It is hard, not having control of your mind,” She echoed, folding her ears. “But it will be alright.”
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:12 pm
He whined a little more but stopped as she spoke to him. He smiled and watched her closely.
He looked at her as the final words she spoke hit him. He tilted his head looking confused and all the voices in his head seemed to stop for a minute or two.
He just looked confused not finding any words to explain it. He was trying to figure out how she knew what it was like, how he had heard her and how she knew of his mental problems.
"B..but.." He couldn't think of anything to say. His mind was too clouded to think clearly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:22 pm
Amélie lowered her eyes, and took a step aside. Could she soothe his mind somewhat to let him speak? Gently, she poked about, trying to untangle the threads of a mind like she had once done with Whisper’s. “It’s alright.” She soothed again. “I understand.” What did she understand? Nothing of it was coherent but... she felt the connection. “Sometimes we mistake our gifts for troubles. Can you hear me better like this?” She asked, fiddling softly.
“Where do you come from?”
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:30 pm
Gifts? He was still confused but his head was becomming a little lighter, the voices were still there but yet they seemed to be fading or going to the back of his mind where he couldn't reach them. It had been a long time since he had felt like this.
"What gifts?" He spoke. Without the other voices hurting him. He jumped up suddenly his tail moving at a strangly fast speed behind him.
"I come from a waterfall, I was born underneath it with my sisters, my mum is River and my father Diego. Mum said dad poisened my mind and she got me away from him but then all these voices, what did you do?" He looked at her suspiciously. It had been a while since he had been able to think and now he could he feared her a little, she had helped him!
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:45 pm
Amélie’s ears perked up with delight. Yes, yes- that was right. She could remember it now, even though the memories were not her own. River and Diego- things from long ago. She saw the waterfall clearly as Chip once had, and set it aside in her mind. “I can hold them back a bit.” Amélie smiled. “But, you will have to learn to do it yourself if you wish to silence them. You have a strong mind to exist with such voices, that is a gift-“ She concluded.
“I am sorry your father did such a thing...but, perhaps it wasn’t of his choosing. I think you are strong enough though. Do you know where you are?” The silver female asked cautiously.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:03 pm
He felt something in his own mind and then the picture Amelie saw, he saw and then he pushed it away, he didn't want to remember his childhood. He missed it so much that he didnt want to remember it.
"My father wasn't nice, he wasn't there for us. I never knew him." He spoke with his mind to himself and the voices in his head not realising that Amelie was probably one of them.
"I dont know where I am and how am I to control the voices? They take my mind freely." He looked at her curiously. "What are you?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:12 pm
“I’m what I was born being,” Amélie spoke lightly. She still made a habit of denying what she was. She did not want the idea of power to ever infiltrate her mind. She could never take it for granted. Such power, it would be easy to lose one’s heart to it. “Nothing else. You are too, what you were born. You can get stronger and rise against them. You have a strong mind.” It was strong enough for her to have to flex to hold back the voices. Could he even spread his thoughts further then his own mind? She was getting better at detecting such feelings now. Better then before, at least.
“No one knows what you can do except you. Not even me.” She smiled, the end of her tail shifting. “I am sorry your father never knew you well.”
She had a long pause, and thought to herself quietly, her own mind drifting and tangling in the threads of thought that floated around the forest. “Perhaps... you could confront each voice individually, and remove it. But it wouldn’t be an easy task. A voice can be hard to tell from your own. Do you know who you are underneath the voices?”
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:28 pm
He nodded while listening.
"I am nothing but a mere wolf, you are in my mind, I can feel you." He looked at her curiously and continued to listen to what she said. He didn't have any powers, he was a normal wolf with voices in his head!
"I Know who I am, I always know who I am... I am confused though, why are you in my head?" He was getting a little shaken now he had come to realisation that she had got to him somehow.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:34 pm
“Only because it needed help,” Amélie dodged softly, but realized she would not be able to hide from herself much longer. She did not like saying what she could do- as if ignoring it made it inexistant. That everyone could see things she did. She did not want to ever seem powerful.
“Some say I am a witch,” She explained offhandedly. “I am not though. Do not worry, I mean no harm. You are as normal as you wish to be. But you do have a strong mind. Everyone has gifts- and that is one of yours.”
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:43 pm
He was still confused.
"A witch? Strong minded? What do you mean?" He laid back down and licked at his paws. Could he get in her mind? Could he control the voices in his head? So many questions that he wanted answers for. So many.
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