Blackberry Fields Rabbit logged

He had eaten for once and by now, the food had reached his belly, and the juices in his stomach had begun to produce, beginning their quest to turn food into energy. His body felt the effects, too, as Skittles looked more docile and quiet than before.

He listened and said very little, pondering all that she had said. Would it really be possible to trust others so blindly and faithfully? How could she accept never ever moving up in any rank and always being in the same muck and mire? Although his pack supposedly promised upward mobility, he had soon learned that those ranks were closed to him, barred by the other's hatred of his awkward goofishness. Her security and faith in herself was alarmingly great. How could she not care what others thought, or if they did pick on her? Her attitude seemed to say that it simply wouldn't ever happen simply because she was confident it wouldn't. If only all of life worked that way.

"He'll just show up. Like magic.", he rolled onto his side and then his back, allowing his legs to dangle up in the air. He pawed at the empty atmosphere with lazy strides, and then ceased, hugging his back legs, and rocking slowly. "I'm sleepy.", he murmured as his body swayed with the momentum. He eyes slid to a close, and in a matter of seconds, he had fallen asleep.It was probably rude to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation, but he had never been one to follow any conventional social norms.


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(This post was last modified: Apr 22, 2013, 04:44 PM by Skittles.)

The strange male seemed to have calmed down quite a lot since eating, and if Minka wasn't mistaken his eyelids seemed like they were beginning to droop. She wouldn't put it past him to fall asleep well they talked, he had done many other strange things in the time that she had been with him, definitely stranger things. The fae smiled, perhaps this was all she could have done, fed him a meal so he was full enough to get some needed rest, if so that meant she had done her part in helping this strange rogue, hopefully he would find his friend soon.

The thought of this wolf being alone was still troubling though, hopefully he would come back to him soon, as this rogue was obviously not capable of taking care of himself on his own. He was right however, black was a very common colour and she could not possibly ask every wolf if he knew this man, especially since she had been unable to get the rogue to tell her his name. The search for his friend would be fruitless, it was hopeless she knew and the thought was despairing. Minka hated feeling like there was nothing she could do, and yet it seemed that was exactly where she was.

The wolf told her that his friend would show up like magic and the fae sighed, "I stopped believing in magic long ago, I learned you have to make your own fate happen or it never will, nobody is coming to save you but you." It was true, this was the exact reason why she had left her birth pack, she was tired of waiting for somebody to come save her, so she saved herself.

When she turned to him to hear his response he had fallen asleep, and Minka gently touched her muzzle to his, sort of like a goodnight kiss a pup might receive from his mother. Then she whispered softly, "Sleep well stranger, I hope you find your friend soon," with that she stood and bounded from the field. She stood on the edge of the clearing, turning back to once more look upon the strange rogue that had made her question her own believes for whatever reason, which had made her believe even more strongly in what she thought was right. Then she turned and disappeared into the trees, not knowing what her own fate was, let alone the fate of this odd stranger.

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