Liar, liar, liar, cut your tongue, and die in a fire. The phrase had been conjured in his dreams by faceless voices lit with smoke, white flames, and a cowering tawny silver wolf he wanted to hurt so badly. So much he shook in his sleep, his heart thrummed much to unnaturally, and he would wake to pain in his own paw by his own teeth. Damn him. Triell could certainly not curse him enough. How many times had he gone, left and returned? Too many, he bitterly though, licking his thick black hair across his limb where it had smarted.


When he was a child he had remembered he had went without him, back to the Lore and Triell had surely thought he had been left...thought his little heart would explode from the panic and pain. His heart must be strong he decided for it should have died long ago. Maybe, it did? Surely, it was not what it once was. It must be dark, and hard like stone. He wasn't sure, he still loved, but he was sure he hated more.


A flick of his tongue over his jowls he continued his jaunt along the river. He was tired of the nightmares that ate him, and he often tried to avoid sleeping except in the sunlight. The sunlight could give him a false sense of safety that he wouldn't fall to those dark dreams. Sometimes he had to sleep at night, because he was trying to do so much in the warm day. Marsh was Leader now and doing a fine job Triell was wanting to make up for all the wrong. It was a lot to be two wolves when he was only one. A growl rumbling in his chest he suppressed the pathetic thought, and let his nose tell him about the Grove. There was many creatures in there preparing for the harsh winter, and many a memory he could hold onto. He had after all had his first hunt here with Cori. He did not want to conjure up her face either. Looking upon her was looking upon a wounded creature he could not help mend. It was something that cut to deep, deeper than the other wounds.


A bit of a groan he shuffled long Marsh's line, merely backing it up here and there. Everyone should know the pack's strength, and leave no room for doubt. When Triell padded quicker he was sure he caught something else to the air. He paused in his walk, a bit befuddled. Aiyana? Wasn't she the little lady of the night. Did she have trouble sleeping to? The pain was more tangible, and he could feel his chest wanting to fill as if he was sucking in water to drown. Damn he hated that feeling, he would have rather been in real water, letting it suffocate him than this. It was so much easier to fight.Triell put his mind to the task of seeking her out, breathing deep the fall night.

A twist and turn he was sure he saw her own dark coat, the clip of white she had. Sometimes he had a hard time looking at her, as if she could be his pup, his sister, or a miniature of his mother. Sometimes he wished he was blind, would that make the pain easier? He would not see it? Pain, pain was strange thing, he would likely never escape. A raise of his tail he scouted to see if her sister was trailing her too, but he did not see Rissa or anyone else. Poor soul, he hoped she was not looking for what she would not find. He had often looked too. Coming round so maybe she would notice his own dark shadow in front of her, he let his voice reach out. "Aiyana Tainn you'll do well not to worry your mother," his voice was gentle, quite soft and smooth with warmth to break all the cold.

If I go crazy will you still call me superman?

Triell was out in the night, quite often. He liked to let the black eat him up, and attempt to take away what he did not want to carry any more. It was true he tried hard to steal away those things from Rissa,Aiyana. They only seemed to come back to them all. What was she doing now? He was not worried Indru would return, though that wasn't exactly the right words to put it. He was worried though something else might come upon Aiyana and that in itself was a thought that could weaken his sanity. The remainder of everyone's sanity.

Waiting...waiting for her to come to him. When his words were brought to life he was sure he felt the recoil...a stop.
The Tainn sought the own cut of her fur, low in the faded grass that danced in the night breeze without a damn care. Sure enough she was staring him down. A paw hanging he meant to step closer, but froze when he saw the lines upon her face. It was odd to almost stare at a miniature form of him because with the fury on her face that was what he saw. What he might have looked like. Then Triell had never had reason to be that angry until he had grown. When his parents had died he had went inside himself, shutting down his world. Not this. With a mask, just a still black facade he let her snap at him, and chew his ass out. That was he was for, right? To take a hit, to let her release her anger upon him. It was what he had needed from Indru once, but that had turned into an argument.

No, Triell was all ears for her. There was much to be learned by her actions and words...her own torment and fear. Yes, they did make him feel guilty as the guilt was already there. This, this just made it more clear he was not doing the right thing, not helping. Silence, that was all he gave her letting her get every ounce of it out. Even the part of cursing her father to die. There was a part of him that wanted to whine, and plea. Say something stupid, things that wouldn't help. He kept that shut up, pushing it aside. Then he felt his own raw anger, and hatred for his brother. How could he do this? How?!


No, Aiyana was no longer a child. No matter how old she was. Losing a parent, watching one struggle, and losing a brother had forced her to grow up. Triell could not change that. A quiet sigh, he did not take his eyes from the mirrored fiery pair that stared from her mask. With a bow of his dark head, he finally took a step to his niece. He also killed the words I'm sorry. in his head because those wouldn't do either. "Aiyana, you are right, I should be more worried about you and Rissa. It's just...this isn't the first time your mother has been through this, and I promised myself I would do all I can for her. She is both sister, and mother to me." He took a collection of air trying hard to read her own thoughts behind those golden eyes. There was so much she didn't know. Quickly, he let his eyes turn to the darkness, continuing to speak. "But, I should think how hard it is for you two to be here, in all of this, when least I can escape...some things." Triell was still fighting many a thing inside himself. A soft smile drew upon his lips, it was tainted with sadness. "How about I make you a promise. I will take you away from the Grove at your wish. In fact...I could take you somewhere now to my favorite place. I could tell you so many things that help kill the sadness and anger..."

If I go crazy will you still call me superman?

Aiyana what a dark thing she had become, did the inside match the outer? Was this what his life would have been if he had chosen to dwell on what he didn't have? It struck him in a different way, making a flicker of anger surge in his core. She had one parent at least, and many others who gave a tail end about her. Triell contained it, stroked it down, fueling it to the same target. All the more it just made him want to make Indru suffer because they had all been through needless suffering for nothing. It was because of that he did not want to hold Aiyana to her actions and barbed tongue. He suspected in her place he would have done the exact same thing, as he had but to the careless wolf himself. If Indru had not been there would Ruiko have gotten the scolding instead? Probably, he thought, while the tip of his tail twitched waiting for what else she had to say.

She was unimpressed, and it hurt too as if she was his own child rejecting him and all along he was paying the price Indru should have. It was something he had expected being the brother to the traitor, an oldest son of sorts. Triell could bare it, if this spared her mother for the time being so be it. As he suspected his words were useless. One being a hit, and the rest feeding the dark side of the young lady Tainn. Oh Aiyanna. He would like to sooth her mind, and drive it all away. She wouldn't believe in fairy tales, and Triell's deep voice was nothing.


The wolf deep inside him wanted to lash out and reprimand her, but Triell could not take his eyes from her. No, not when she looked from him, and continued his lashing. Half of him wanted to see if she started physically ripping into him if it would help. Part of him was surprised she did not. Was there still that thoughtful, reasonable soul hiding behind the angry monster? It gave him hope for a brighter future, in this moment he saw only pain in need of a remedy. She would take nothing he prescribed.

"Fine, then you don't need me. I can be another dark shadow you curse at for existence. I will not be were I am not wanted," he coolly said back ready to leave. With a raised skull, giving a flick of his tail, he let his eyes penetrate the darkness. He felt too old in this moment, wishing she could have dug into her father with her sharp teeth. She proclaimed what she did need. "If you need life than go find it, and you can see for yourself the rest of cruel world. Know this Aiyana, you are not the only one who was abandoned or has lost a parent. I wish to hell your sire had to take all this because he deserves every cut, and hit. But I am done being your beating post." He gave her a brief stare with a sharp look, and turned away. His pace was nothing face, but he needed to walk away, let something sink into her beside this misery and hate.