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A wanderer - Hollow - Oct 03, 2012 Hollow had been walking for he didn't even know how long, exhaustion and hunger pulled at his odd lurching gait created solely because of his condition, he stopped and sat beside a tree, put his head down,sunlight dappling his black coat, he closed his blue eyes with that strange ring of green in the right one. His mind was on fire, from the time he had set out from his birth home he never stopped, he was too young to cope with their loss, until now he had literally relied solely on stealth and care to live this long. Soon his racing thoughts came to halt, yes his heart was wounded from his terrible journey, and the hardships he did not know he was still too young to face, he was here now, wherever here was. He liked the feel of it, it was more of an inviting place for his guarded heart, a place of healing maybe. He threw his black head back and howled into the air his voice sang a song of great sorrow for his lost parents and kin, and his aching heart and stomach from his long and taxing journey. he was tired now and he let his drop first to his chest then to the ground. Hollows eyes closed for a moment and when he re-opened them he sat bolt upright his mind hit him with a hard realization and his heart almost left from his chest. It was an end, the loss of his parents, he knew they had loved him, had he known he would be slaughtered by the rouges with them he would have stayed, but he went to play alone that day. It was an end to his parents, to his siblings, to half of his heart. But it was also a beginning for here stretched before him was a new land and a new heart lay somewhere deep in the soul of the woods that he may hope to one day find, he threw his head back once more to howl a song of hope. A wanderer - Djinn - Oct 07, 2012 [dohtml]
A wanderer - Hollow - Oct 07, 2012 This was a little off from what he had hoped to find in these strange lands, his thoughts wrapped around his instincts had cleared and he realized with a jolt, he'd been too obvious and hadn't thought of any unwanted attention, the black wolf that had approached him was slightly, less receptive than he had hoped. Deep in his mind a tiny voice seemed to remind him, You have to prove your worth to the wolves who dwell here already, show them you wont not one to be so easily frightened off, then he spoke with a sort of southern twang to his voice. "You are surely observant, I don't have much age on my side, attention yes of sorts, I don't seek trouble but information, this place, what is it?" He tried to sound as if he was just casually asking a question, yet he hoped the bad tempered she wolf may be less inclined to remove his fur if he made it clear he was new to the land. His mind continued to fight for something that didn't sound sour, he needed to at least make a good impression upon whomever he found seeing as a fight with a chipmunk would be a terrible battle in his weekend hungry travel weary state. So with at least a slight hope in his head he raised his ears and locked his Blue eyes with the opposites yellow orbs and added hastily. "I don't mean to intrude on your land if you are a pack wolf, or loner like me, I hope that there's no trouble in my being here" There was something in this wolf he seemed drawn to, maybe the dark hardness of her voice, or the way this voice seemed to speak directly from a broken soul. much like mine? But whatever the reason this wolf had Hollow's attention and if the wolf could read others as well as she seemed she could look into his blue eyes with the strange green ring in the right and see his facade A wanderer - Djinn - Oct 08, 2012 [dohtml]
A wanderer - Hollow - Oct 09, 2012 It was a direct question, where is your mother? but it almost hurt to hear what he didn't want to think about he knew he would have to answer that, and maybe reveal more of his nature,young naive he knew, afraid yes but brave.He checked himself, she didn't smell of wolves as she had said. he felt his eyes traveling across her black pelt,much like his she was certainly more experienced and hardened than he. He felt the words to the core of his soul as they came from him without hesitation. "Dead, my father, sister and brother too. Murdered by rouges while i went to play alone away from our old den, the moment I saw them dead I ran and since that day I haven't stopped." His mind broke, Images flashed through his mind, his mothers body, throat torn out, Still protectively lying in front of his siblings who fared the same, and his father teeth bared in a final snarl of defiance at his murderers the long treacherous journey through the mountains dodging other wolves, bears and everything else, the scavenging eating rotted meat to stay alive until he could hunt. Then this place, the wildwood. "Please, I don't want the "Oh you poor thing" bit I've had that too many times I do not need to be fussed over anymore" He raised his tail,to match hers, not in challenge but to show he was equal, acknowledged her angry cold wisdom, and to show he hadn't let life knock him out just yet, He stood there, still as stone, letting her judge. He didn't want the memories but he knew he would have to relive the nightmare with everyone he met. He spoke his name which sounded strange, he hadn't told anyone his name since he left his home. "My name is Hollow." A wanderer - Djinn - Oct 12, 2012 [dohtml]
A wanderer - Hollow - Oct 13, 2012 Hollow read the motions of the wolf, he knew he would have to retract his stance to an extent in order to avoid a conflict, he would not shed his own blood for foolish pride. He lowered his tail just so to a relaxed position, he studied her, weighed her somewhat cryptic words. His mind turned over and over,wondering weather or not he should just keep moving. But he saw no obvious direct threat of attack from that hard yellow stare, only memories. His momentary fear faded almost at once as he spoke. "It is life, is it not? Curious thing, that haunts us, gives hope and then takes it away. I guess we're nothing to it" Even as the words found their way out of his muzzle they shocked him, he hadn't realized his own thought of it, that it was uncaring of its participants, that it would leave him to die, that if it felt so it could put the thought into the opposites mind to rip his throat out at any second. Strange he thought looking past the wolf to the trees his thoughts beginning to chain together, that life has so easily taken my home and family, left me alone, maybe just so I can die here. But on the other hand maybe it was so that he may meet this wolf to open his eyes, to shake him from the strange dream he had lived in in his journey. He felt his eyes return to her face for a moment and almost by accident he opened his mouth again. "But we create our own story and make it ours. Thank you Djinn, you've helped more than you know." He knew the loner would never care that she had helped him, this wolf could care less about a wolf as young as he, she was a hard one, cold and callous uncaring, but wise in a strange almost insane way. It was odd no doubt, the meeting with this wolf, that she may say the simplest thing and it open his eyes so. He knew though that he would remember it, it would make him stronger to accept the cold uncaring wild, knowing in the end he meant nothing to the trees or the wind, and so far not even to the living wolves that walked the land. A wanderer - Djinn - Oct 18, 2012 [dohtml]
ooc// augh, sorry about the wait and about this awful post :x A wanderer - Hollow - Oct 19, 2012 ooc don't worry about it, i was just waiting to wrap up anyways ive got a pretty short post too. As Hollow stood there watching Djinn disappear he thought, of hope, she in a strange cynical way had given it to him, there was a way that she spoke that almost said, I don't want to kill you, that made his heart and mind reconnect the way he meant them too, now in telling his short story his pain began to well up but he knew that everything could turn out right. She in very strange and harsh way had done good for him, by shaking him out of it, he pondered a moment longer before walking in the opposite direction, with purpose, he felt as a wolf again moving silently, stalking through the trees head low eyes bright and alert . His pace quickened, until he was racing silently through the trees, he knew things would not be easy but he would last the dark wolf had given him something that she knew not, hope. He wanted to see her again sometime as a wiser male, stronger and more of an equal, and to see if she ever found something to still the tempest that seemed to constantly boil over within her. She could be a good wolf but maybe he was wrong and naive he thought as he raced through the woods and away. |