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haunting past - Athena - Oct 10, 2017

Backdated to about 9/15. @Ash is welcome anytime to pop in as he is not far. For @Drestig. || Approximately 15-20 miles west of WRF, Early Morning, Foggy, 35°F (1°C) 
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The phantom rarely strayed from her mate's side, however, that morning she sought to find a good hare to bring back to him for the two of them share for breakfast. Leaving him at the tree where they had taken refuge under that night, she placed a soft kiss against his forehead as she padded off into the dawn fog. The lands felt so familiar underneath her paws, though they were also so foreign with the years that passed by since the last time she set foot in these parts. The hair at her nape felt the to constant stand on end as if she was being haunted by every figure of her past. Athena knew her overactive mind as going to worry her more than her actual past, however, she couldn't fight the feeling that someone she knew was nearby.


Shoving any thoughts of the past in the back of her mind, she focused on finding breakfast. The Moon as quickly rewarded with her patience as a fat hare scurried through the forest floor. The older woman was quick to make work of her opportunity as her jaws were soon filled with the warm, metallic blood from her kill. Ash would be happy to wake up to breakfast this morning and the phantom as going to be on her way back to her if it wasn't for the feeling that she was being watched.

Pausing mid-step, her one-eyed gaze looked around cautiously her neck bent over her throat. Just in case. Old habits died hard. Dropping the hare then as the fog was still thick within some parts of the forest, she swore she could see a dark figure off in the distance. "Who goes there? Show yourself, I can see you." Not very well, but she wasn't out of the game of life just yet. 


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RE: haunting past - Drestig - Oct 10, 2017

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He’d woken up before sunrise, unable to fall back asleep despite feeling like he’d hardly slept at all. Not wanting to disturb the rest of his family, still blissfully dozing in the den, he’d slipped out into the foggy morning, hoping a brisk stroll would help him relax. The king of Wild Rye Fields seemed to be in a perpetual state of exhaustion these days, never feeling rested no matter how much he slept. At first he had thought it was just exertion from the trip, but after a month back home, he still didn’t feel better. Of course leading a pack was no breezy task, and neither was being a father of three, surprisingly rambunctious, pups. But he’d managed well before going, hadn’t he? He certainly couldn’t remember being this exhausted all the time; And I know I didn’t sleep this much! There was the obvious explanation: that he was getting old. There was no denying that the Avalon was growing on in years, the quickly spreading greying around his muzzle and down his belly spoke clearly enough of that; As did the ache in his stiff joints provoked by the cold morning air.



But there were other things that might be adding to his increased stress. They had lost two members while he was gone, their youngest and among the most recent joiners. Disappeared without a word, like so many other pack mates throughout Drestig’s time in Relic Lore. Not that the normalcy made their betrayal hurt any less. Especially Rosalind, Darrah’s daughter who had raised many more questions than she answered, and was now gone without the two of them having ever discussed the whole thing thoroughly. The dark man sighed; So tired..! On top of their losses, it seemed like the older members weren’t quite as active as they used to be, perhaps just as tired as their leaders. The alpha noted particularly @Askan's scent being more stale than usual, as he crossed the western border.



The churning thoughts made it impossible to relax, and he’d given up on going back to sleep entirely, heading into the woods southwest of the pack, wandering rather aimlessly, simply for the sake of moving. That was until the scent of hare hit his nostrils, and he figured he might as well get something useful out of this sleeplessness. The animal was easy enough to track down, and soon the old man was racing through the underbrush in a hectic chase. He pushed with everything to catch up, and was almost ready to pounce when a shooting pain through his shoulder stopped him mid-stride. The rabbit continued on, probably celebrating its brief escape when another wolf took it by surprise. Meanwhile, Drestig was gasping and gritting his teeth at the cramp contorting his leg; Damn it!



Mind dominated by the pain, he completely missed the hare’s quick end at somebody else's teeth. It was only when the spasms began to wear off, and the other called out through the fog that he even noticed her. His head shot up, ears and tail instinctively rising in alert, though he winced slightly as he squared his shoulders. Up ahead, the white woman was well masked by the fog, looking almost like she was a part of it, a ghostly apparition. Except she had spoken, with a distinct and faintly familiar voice, and her face stood out more clearly, thanks to the broad, pinkish streaks across her muzzle. The dark man’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, and it took a moment before he was able to talk, calling out in disbelief: “Athena?” Stepping slowly towards her, it became clearer and clearer that she wasn’t a ghost - as much as it felt like it - and it was indeed her. And he had no idea what to say.


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RE: haunting past - Athena - Oct 12, 2017

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The fur on the back of stood on their ends as her fiery one eyed gaze searched the fog for whatever or rather whoever was out there. Perhaps, it could also be her mind playing the usual trickery on her, crafting imaginary apparitions for her heart to race over. However, her intuition grounded her pale legs to the forest floor. There was something out there, a pair of eyes gazing at her as she stood there. It didn't take long before the figure she swore she saw to move within the haunting fog, but rather her voice scaring it away, the figure moved closer towards her. A white paw took a single step back, countering its movements forward. The once seasoned warrior was no longer in any shape to fight willingly

The figure called out her name in a questionable manner as they must be unsure if it was truly her. Sometimes, she wished she wasn't here, but there was no going back now. Not when she had @Ash. For Athena, though, even as the male drew closer towards her, her mind couldn't place a name upon him. He was familiar, but within her many years spent within the Lore, there were too many faces that she's crossed to remember. Didn't help with her occasional memory loss. 

"Yes?" She answered back, her movement stationary whether the familiar stranger decided to come closer or not. As long as he didn't come too close. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure who you are?" She admitted, her one eyed gaze firmly planted on the dark male.


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RE: haunting past - Ash - Oct 13, 2017

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The man and his wife had been traveling in the lore for around a moon now. They had yet to encounter anyone from their past, a situation in which Ash was thankful they had not gotten themselves into as of yet. Despite their peaceful reunion –  and eventual confession of their retuned love for one another – the duo still needed their alone time together. This did not stop Ash from worrying about the petite woman, even though she was fully capable of taking care of herself.


Athena had snuck away to do a little hunting on her own, not problem for the Hervok man. It left him a moment in time for himself. The graying man took the time to reflect on the time since they had returned to the lore. The guilt that he had tried to keep buried underneath all of his layers was finally making its ugly appearance. He had been gone for so long. What exactly did he expect to return to? He would not expect anything less for them to be angry at him for not returning after so long. It was about time he was reunited with his family.

It had been some time since his white lady had gone out on her hunt and the mossy eyed man was worried. Ash was quick to pick up his mate’s scent, tracking her through the Larkcall Lowlands. Really, they were not that far from Secret Woodlands. They just needed to go through the final stretch. As his mate’s scent grew stronger so did another – the one of pack. The russet gray-hued man increased his pace, finally laying eyes upon his mate before switching towards the sights of another familiar figure. Flashes of his past. Gent and I were quite rude to him over his knowledge about my sister. Maybe he knows a thing or two now. He would have to trend lightly.

The Hervok man walked up on Athena’s blind side, not wanting her to feel unprotected in this unforeseen situation. The Guardian’s lips parted and a simple name passed, “Drestig.”

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RE: haunting past - Drestig - Nov 30, 2017

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He’d developed quite a skill for forgetting over the years, burying the painful memories so deep, it was like they never happened in the first place. His family’s death, the fight with Galley, all hidden away in the darkest corner of his mind. But he could never manage to forget Silver, no matter how hard he’d tried in the beginning. Eventually he had moved on, but it had taken a long time and effort, uprooting from Oak Tree Bend, and Jessie’s support. Without Jessie, he doubted he could have ever gotten this far. But the memories of his first mate was still there, bittersweet feelings and images, flashing through his mind every now and then; Mostly good ones now, but still painful. Seeing Athena though, brought that time back to him, every detail vivid in his mind. And he stood frozen, staring straight at her but not really seeing, as gruesome images flashed before his eyes, invisible, icy claws tightening around his throat.



Her question was almost lost to his ears, a mere whisper against the roar of rushing blood. The old man shook his head, first lightly and then more intensely, trying to shake the strangling memories. “Sorry I-I…” He stammered, blinking to get the scarred face back in focus; She doesn’t remember..? Of course, their meeting had been brief, mostly polite introductions. He’d been there for her, as she made her goodbyes before coming with him to the Bend. To her end. It occurred to Drestig that he had the opportunity to lie, if she didn’t remember who he was, then he didn’t have to be the one to tell her…



But then another voice broke into his thoughts, somberly speaking his name as a russet figure drew up beside the pale woman. The dark man blinked again, furrowing his brows, now it was his time to be confused. “That’s right…” He drawled, looking the other wolf over through squinting eyes. Yes, he remembered, he’d met the burly man on his journey north, in the field along with Gent; Not exactly a pleasant encounter… What was the name again? Something Hervok, Nina’s brother; Red-pelt..? That was all he remembered. What a nice little gathering they were, squinting and frowning, trying to remember one another. Seeing no other option, Drestig turned back to Athena, clearing his throat before explaining: “Dreatig Avalon’s the name, we met once. I… was Silver’s mate.”

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