RonsoStryder x Tamiko-chan
Reno x Whisper
Reno x Whisper
The forlorn wolf ambled down a well-worn trail that weaved and snaked through the open valley. His pink tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth, hanging with no care or even awareness. White, tattered ears flickered side to side while his ocher orbs kept steady upon the ground as there was no need to look up nor even a desire to meet or look into the eyes of another. He always remembered that it was best to only talk to those he knew but, for years, that had been no one; Reno had always found pleasure speaking with himself softly or musing up at the sky and speaking to either the clouds or, in his logic, his deceased family.
"Reno find Cellen," he mumbled to himself with a low, loose british accent as his checker banded tail swayed behind him in a lowly manner. "Reno needs Cellen."
Cautiously glancing upwards as the young adult was stumbling within the boundaries of the woods, Reno tucked his tail underneath him and flattened his ears against his skull.
Where was he going? Was this even the right direction?
The crimson faced wolf had been following what seemed to be a familiar scent of his lost brother but, sadly, he had followed the "scent" many a time and had gotten himself into trouble. The last time he followed the trail only directed him into foreign territory and face to face with a wolf who wasn't so remorseful in forgiving those who trespassed. As a result, Reno was delt several deep gashes upon the muzzle as a reminder to stray away from other wolves and packs.
He winced slightly as the scars seemed to recollect and revive their pain. The sting of claws and teeth were too painful and, thus, gave birth to his fear of other wolves and creatures. Reno was shy, yes, but he's capacity to fathome and understand others was limited and short.
But that wouldn't stop him from finding Cellen.
Wrinkling his muzzle as he lifted his head upwards, Reno shook his head while his small, unusal growt of hair underneath, a small beard or a goatee, wibbled. He was tired and exhausted from walking so far from the East. As a small clearing, secluded with trees and a small river came into view, the brown wolf stumbled into the small safe haven and flopped onto his stomach.
"Reno rest here," he sighed as he curled his checkered tail about his body. Drawing his head onto his forepaws, the crimson faced wolf flickere his eyes and drew them closed seeking what rest he could take hold of.
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Life had been one big blur. It was all just a surreal blur in her mind. And the headaches! They simply wouldn't leave her alone and they appeared to be the only company she received. It wasn't exactly a beneficial relationship, but she handled it; she had to handle it or else she'd simply rot. And, though there wasn't much purpose for her anymore, she felt that rotting was not the way to go.
So she wandered on, aimlessly and with no real destination. She rested when she needed and ate whenever she had the chance to. Since those chances were few and far in between, she had grown rather thin.
It was now that she was a true loner, a wolf without a purpose. She belonged no where, had no friends and no family. Or at least she thought she did. Being as she had hit her head and forgotten nearly her whole life, she didn't know of the dramas she had gone through nor the friendly faces she had met. Instead, she only knew the loneliness that plagued her now.
Sighing to herself as she thought over her current situation, the green female merely padded slowly through the brush. Where was she going? Not even she knew. All that she did know was that she needed a drink or she might just collapse from dehydration.
Continuing along with that thought in mind, Whisper eventually came to a river after following the fresh scent of water. And she wasn't the most observant of wolves, so she completely missed the male that rested not far from her. All she noticed was the lapping waters and her parched throat.
Without even a single glance around her, she rushed to the river and drank noisely. When she had finally replenished her body's water supply, she sighed and plopped down onto the ground, still not noticing Reno.
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Drifting in and out and in between sleep, Reno's tattered, whit ears perked upwards as bushes rustled and withered leaves scattered with a hallow sound as footfall brushed them aside. His drowsy eyes flickered open as he peered towards the banks of the river. A sharp, unfamiliar scent wafted heavily within the air; a scent that brought the alarm of danger and uncertainty. Ocher orbs widened as the wolfess drew out from the brush and stumbled towards the river, plunging her maw into its frigid depths and soothing her thirst.
Another wolf?
His bitten and torn ears flattened against his skull as a soft whine escaped from his maw. Reno never did like to be in the company of those he didn't know and, with a painful reminder of what could happen if he was in another unfamiliar territory, feared that he would be maliciously attacked again.
Shifting his shoulders as his blood tarnished wing design shifted, appearing as if he was seeking to retreat into the skies and away from this place, Reno ducked his head low and threw his paws over his eyes. The last thing he wanted was to be hurt agian; to bleed and howl for help but only to find that his call for his family and Cellen went unnoticed and unanswered.
If only he had wings! Perhaps like a bird or some sort of winged creature, Reno could hide away from the world and find Cellen more easily. But only his wing markings, like that of his brother, kept the imagination alive that maybe, someday he would be able to fly.
Such a hopeful and abstract imagination he has.
Trembling with the fear tha coarsed through his veins and curent mindset, Reno braced himself as he could only fear for the worst.
"Reno no want fight. Reno leave, just don't hurt Reno," he called out, the loose british tongue rolling out of his mouth with ease as his paws still kept cover over his eyes.
"Reno tired of being hurt."
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Whisper mumbled random sayings to herself as she lay there, still unaware to the other wolf so close to her. But things weren't all fine and dandy with her. Ribs were in plain sight as she took in a deep breath then slowly let it back out. The dirt so close to her nose bothered her senses and made her sneeze and wheeze uncontrollably. Finding herself uncomfortable once more, she shook her head then rolled onto her stomach, ears folding back slightly.
Now, being not as young as she used to be, she had a bit of a hearing problem. She was going deaf, but slowly it seemed. So at first she didn't hear Reno's words. But the last bit she did catch. Tired of being hurt? At first she thought that maybe she was only hearing things. She had, after all, been alone for quite some time. Maybe that loneliness was finally driving her mad. But then the wind shifted and she smelled an unfamiliar scent, male too. This alarmed the female greatly, being as she didn't know who was agressive and who wasn't, and she was in no shape to defend herself.
Slowly, she turned her head towards Reno. He was in a defensive position and looked rather beaten, but that didn't matter to her. He had scars, and that means that he had gotten into fights and was strong enough to live through them. That alone was enough to make her jump and take the most pathetic stance.
Whisp whined to herself, her ears folding completely back against her skull. Her tail not only tucked between her legs but also pressed firmly against her underbelly. She was crouching so low that her stomach almost touched the ground, and her head was just about level with her belly.
"Please... I-I don't want any t-trouble."
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The crimson faced male blinked several times, looking upon the green female whose conditions were poor and disheartening. White ears seemed to fall back as his tongue slid back into his mouth, brows furrowed in a perplexed and confused expression.
Trouble? Wasn't it he who had asked not to be beaten up or hurt again?
Slowly, Reno withdrew his paws from his face and wrinkled his gashed muzzle. Hesitant ocher eyes drew towards the wolfess across the banks of the river as his tail slid from under him and curled aside him. He whined, as he crawled towards the river, carefully and cautiously approaching as he slunk towards her at a safe distance upon his stomach.
Within a foot of the river, Reno shifted his forepaws and let his shoulders slump down as he was trying to find the courage to speak or at least comfort the wolfess. Why was she scared of him? Did she experience pains too?
"Reno not want trouble either," he spoke softly, a slight studder as he rested his head upon his paws once again and sighed softly. "Reno is just...looking for Cellen. That's all." Smiling with a grin as his checkered tail thumped beside him, his overall composure changing and becoming more relaxed, the crimson faced wolf blinked several times and glanced upwards once again.
"Reno no meant to scare you. Reno never hurt anyone."
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Despite all the reassurances of the male, she still felt uneasy. Ever since she had lost her memory and she had been plagued with these deathly headaches, she hadn't been quite right. It was now hard for her to trust anyone. Not knowing her past gave her a sense of lost knowledge and time, and, naturally, ignorance led to fear. So when Reno tried to come closer, she shook her head and pressed herself firmly against the bushes, her side now towards him as she glanced nervously at him.
"W-well, I know no Cellen so.. y-you can just l-leave me alone. I don't want to g-get hurt," she murmured, her hear racing enough so that she could hear it in her ears.
Yet then his tail began to wag and Reno said that he didn't mean to scare her and that he had never hurt anyone. He sounded sincere enough, but she still wasn't completely convinced. He looked and sounded innocent and harmless, but could she trust him.
"I-I'm sorry... I just have to be care-careful, you know?" she said softly, calming herself down a bit, even though she still held the nervous omega position.
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Did she not like him? He didn't know. But watching her as she scooted back and far from him as he proceeded towards the river in search to soothe his own thirst, Reno kept his gaze upon the ground as he drifted his muzzle outwards and dipped it into the cool waters. He drank slow, letting the welcomed refreshment quench and soothe him as the journey from the east had been long and tumlutious. But he was not welcomed here and nor did the female even want him here.
That was one thing that was easy to understand even for a slow thinker like himself.
Lifting his muzzle upwards from the river as his maw and small tuft of red goatee dripped sopping wet with water, Reno scooted away from the river and also gave the wolfess distance.
"Reno knows," he replied with a soft sigh, thoughts and recollections of the past seemed to flood his current train of thought. Those thoughts never did cease; they were always haunting him, always lurking at the back of his mind. Why were some wolves so vicous and bloodthirsty?
"Reno wasn't careful and Reno got attacked by wolves. Reno doesn't understand why some wolves are nice and some are mean."
Each wolf was an individual; each wolf was unique. Reno knew that but why some wolves would kill and attack one another just...didn't make sense. His maw settled with a small frown as his white ears flickered and swiveled.
"Did wolves hurt you too?"
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Whisper let her ears lift up a little as she listened to the male's words, or at least tried to. She was a bit hard of hearing, so she had to strain constantly just to make sure she didn't have to ask him to repeat himself. So, managing to catch everything that Reno said, she was surprised to hear him say that he was attacked by wolves. Probably some agressive ones that simply had nothing else to do. It was such a shame.
Whining, she loosened her posture and crawled towards him a little bit. "S-some wolves feel the need to... kill or-or hurt because.. I th-think it's because they feel weak and they f-feel like they need to.. prove themselves or s-something l-like that."
When he asked if she had been hurt by other wolves, she perked her ears slightly and looked off to the side. Should she tell him that she didn't know because she for some reason couldn't remember her past?
Taking in a deep breath, she settled down on her stomach and watched the ground with dull eyes.
"I don't know. I... I can't re-remember."
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Yellow ocher orbs glimpsed upwards, watching as the female slinked towards him a little upon her stomach. Listening as his white, bitten ears perked upwards, the crimson faced male nodded as his tongue slid out from the side of his mouth.
"Reno don't like wolves who kill and hurt other wolves," he growled as the fur upon his back bristled slightly ears folding as he snorted a sharp breath through his nostrils and thumped his tail behind him.
Wolves that felt as if their dominance was best asserted by attacking an individual or even killing him were no better than the scavengers that roamed the forest grounds. Once any predator or creature acquired a taste for blood, it was more than evident and pure truth that a fueling for bloodlust and power were soon to follow. Reno had seen it; The young adult had seen the darkness that clouded those wolves eyes and took wroth upon their souls. That ever present feeling of darkness always seemd to surround the individual and Reno couldn't help but shiver whenever he came in contact with such a foul and twisted wolf.
Blinking several times as he shook his head, Reno settled his gaze back upon the green female.
Can't remember?
"It's okay," he smiled with a warm grin, "Reno can't always remember either."
Furrowing his brows slightly, the crimson faced wolf tilted his head slightly.
"What your name?"
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Whisper slunk back and away from Reno again as he growled, her ears pressing down against her skull once more. She knew that it wasn't towards her, but that didn't stop her from being frightened by it anyhow. Growling meant anger and threats, and she didn't like either of those.
But when he said that it was okay that she couldn't remember, she felt as if the growling moment had passed. Nodding slightly, she unfolded her ears and crawled back towards him. She just hoped that she wouldn't talk about anything that would make him upset again. She definitely didn't like him growling like that. The scars littering his face and such only made the nightmare worse for her, so she tried to not think about it too much.
"But.. I can't remember a-anything," she stammered, looking up at him for a few moments. She knew that something had to have happened to her to make her not remember, but she didn't know what it was. She wondered if maybe it happened to others also.
"O-oh? My name? It's Whisper," she said softly, glancing down at her paws. She wanted to ask him his name, but she wondered if she should. Finally, she just decided she should.
"What's y-yours?"
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His maw frowned, angry at himself that he had scared and made the wolfess uncomfortable. Wincing as if an invisble invalid inflicted pain upon him, Reno blinked several times and intook a deep breath. Wrinkling his muzzle as his black and pink spattered nose released the air from his nostrils, Reno relased and rested his head between his forepaws.
The crimson faced male listened and, after a few moments, rose his head upwards and centered it upon his two paws. "Reno thinks sometimes we must not remember things...best not to remember things we have forgotten. If you can't remember then do new things to remember." Clenching the ground with his right paw as he could feel the texture of the soil and grits underneath his paw, he chuckled.
"Why waste time to remeber when you can have fun?"
Merrily thumping his tail aside him as he nodded his head from side to side, the young adult looked towards the wolfess and smiled.
"Reno," he replied with an upbeat yip. "Reno likes Whisper."
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Whisper tilted her head in confusion at the other. Despite the scars on his face and the fact that he had been visciously attacked at some point in his life, Reno seemed relatively carefree and happy. She wondered why she couldn't be like that. She didn't even know if anything had happened to her in her past, and yet she still was the most untrusting wolf. She almost felt ashamed.
Sighing to herself, she rested her head on her paws and merely stared blankly ahead. "Yes.. I supposed your r-right," she murmured, her tail curling around her hind legs.
Yet when he said his name and said that he liked her, she couldn't help but raise her head and blink at him. She had never met a wolf that lost its nervousness so fast. How could Reno have so much trust in others when so much had happened to him? The female simply couldn't understand. But she was just glad that he liked her and wasn't mean or agressive.
"I like you too, Reno," she said, a small smile beginning to take over her features. Even her tail began to uncurl and wag slowly, brushing the dirt from side to side.
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Though he had wandered alone all his life, forlorn and distant from his family and Cellen, Reno had always tried, no matter in what situation, to continually look upon his life as half full and never half empty. It was truth that the crimosn faced wolf was a rather strange sort and wasn't the brightest of them all but, still, Reno tried to keep happy and tried to be brave when he could. All he could do was to make others happy and, in his simple logic, he'd be happy too.
The brown wolf smiled as his white ears swiveled and rested at ease. "Reno thinks it's best to live life rather than think it. If you think, you'll never live."
His ocher eyes glimpsed towards her as the posture and composure of the wolfess seemed to change. She was smiling and her tail seemd to be more casual as it swayed behind her.
"Is Whisper with a pack? Or is Whisper alone like Reno?"
From what he could tell, there seemed to be no other wolves present within the area or at least from what he could tell from no other scents present. Though he was alone as well, Reno never did like seeing other wolves alone and dismantled from a pack. He had a big heart and the young adult always tried to help as best he could but, sometimes, he never could solve everything.
Maybe he could help her?
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"That's a good way to look at it, I think," she mumbled, glancing off to the side for a moment as she thought it over. That was actually a pretty good way to try and go about life. It made sense in her mind, and she felt that maybe she should start thinking a little more like Reno. It seemed to keep him happy and such.
Nodding to herself, she let her posture ease up more and more. The more they talked, the more she felt comfortable. To her, someone who wanted to attack wouldn't go through the trouble of talking and such. If they wanted to attack, they'd simply attack. At least that was her logic.
When he asked if she was in a pack or not, however, she felt a little nervous again.
"Oh, no.. I don't have a pack. I don't know if I ever have," she murmured, glancing down at the ground again. She then glanced to her side, where her ribs were clearly visable. "I'm... alone." All alone in the big, dark world.
Looking back at Reno, she folded her ears back again. "What about you?"
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A rather goofy grin slid across his maw as he nodded his head. Simple concepts were always better understood since they didn't require so much thought but, many times, they seem to be overthought or pondered upon too studiously. "Reno likes simple thinking," he chuckled softly as he tilted his head upon his paws and blinked his ocher eyes several times.
It was pleasing to finally speak to another wolf rather than the clouds, sky and the hidden stars. How long had it been since he'd been able to talk to another wolf? Too long to be truthful. But nevertheless, Reno was still thumping his tail and bobbing his head to the side.
He always did enjoy the company of others but, before he could feel relaxed, he'd have to feel secure and feel as if he could freely speak with another and not worry if there was a wolf with awaiting jaws that sought to wrap around his neck.
White, tattered ears drew upwards as his maw opened slightly, pink tongue lolling out of his mouth. Whisper was alone as well? His ears swiveled back as he whined softly.
"Reno has no pack. No family. Reno is looking for Cellen, Reno's brother." Furrowing his brows as the long forgotten and pent up pains bubbled to the surface, the crimson faced wolf intervened and let his optimisim take control.
"But Reno is searching for him. Reno think's he's alive and came to look for him."
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Whisper listened as Reno spoke. His voice was soothing to her in a way, and she found herself growing more and more relaxed. It was a nice change for her, being as before she was always jumpy and nervous where ever she went, fearing that someone would randomly jump out and attack her. But with Reno here and talking to her, she didn't feel that way. It was nice.
"I like simple thinking too," she mused aloud. "It's.... simple, for lack of a better word," she said, folding her ears back in slight embarassment. Yeah, she sounded really smart there.
Luckily, the subject was changed when the male started talking about his brother Cellen and how he was looking for him. Having never heard of such a wolf, she was sad that she couldn't help Reno out in any way. She sure seemed helpless at this point. She couldn't hunt, couldn't even help a good wolf find his brother. It was bad enough that she was losing her hearing and couldn't smell so well, and now this!
"I don't have any brothers or sisters. Oh, well, I did, at one point. But they all... died... a long time ago, I think," she said quietly, her gaze lingering on the ground. "But I hope you find yours really soon. It's good to have family."
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With his tongue slightly hanging from the side of his mouth and softened, ocher orbs settled upon her, Reno nodded his head and let his checker banded tail sway, thumping and sweeping behind him. Whenever he was given the chance, Reno liked to be in the company of others who weren't so threatening and, now, the young adult felt comfortable.
"Reno only have Cellen," he commented as his brows furrowed, thoughts drifting within his train of thought, "and Reno won't lose Cellen again."
How long had it been since the two brothers had last seen each other?
Too long.
Reno had been apart for almost a year now and, in some cases, many wolves would lose hope and their kindling dreams and unceasing yearning to be reunited dwindle; withering and fading like that of a forgotten memory. But, as for Reno, he wouldn't give up.
He couldn't.
The memories of the past still lingered fresh within his mind, coaxing him, urging him onwards. He couldn't stop, he couldn't give up: Reno needed to be reassured, he needed someone to help him carry his burdens and to stand beside him. Reno missed the support his brother offered to him and, lately, he'd been a wandering vagabond.
Flickering his white, tattered ears to the side, the slow wolf blinked as he peered up into the eyes of the green wolfess.
"Whisper should come with Reno," he softly spoke as his orcher orbs glistened with both trust and an undying outlook of hope." Whisper should leave this place behind and come with Reno."
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Whisper looked at the other wolf with a strong admiration. He had such a strong sense of hope that it almost made her feel bad that she lived the way she did. Why couldn't she be more like him? If he could do it, she could too, right? How hard could it be to be hopeful?
"That's a good thing to say," she replied, glancing down at the ground again. "They say that if you want something bad enough you'll get it. Maybe you will find Cellen very soon." At least she hoped so. This Reno wolf definitely seemed like he deserved to be reunited with his brother. After all, he had come all this way and faced dangerous wolves just to search for his brother. That was strong determination, and Whisp admired it.
But when he said that she should go with him, her heart nearly froze mid-beat and all of her good feelings melted away. Go with him?
"Oh, I really couldn't. It's very kind of you, b-but I'd just be a burden. I c-can't hardly hunt a-and.." she fumbled for words. She liked him and thought that he was a nice wolf and all, but she just couldn't see herself going anywhere with anyone. Besides, he'd probably just get tired of her after a few days and tell her to go away. Rejection was her worst fear.
"Really... I'll just slow you down."
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