The Wildwood taking back yesterday

<b>ooc;</b> slightly recycled post, eheh. for michi and her Junai! <3

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Honijo was tired. He wasn't old, not nearly old enough to be <i>tired</i>, and yet still... hell, his legs ached. Maybe it was something to do with all this walking, or maybe he was just too damn big to move with any measure of grace anymore. Either way, the male needed a break. With a hefty sigh, Honijo took a sidestep into the brush and busied himself for a moment by circling round and round a particular springy collection of moss before plummeting his butt to the ground, panting hard. The trees offered perfect shade from the rays of burning sunshine trying to penetrate the forest, but the male was positive they would hold and shelter him completely. For now, he just remained silent with nothing but the sound of his pants and the wisps of a breeze tangling through the maze of foliage and unsettling his thick grayish fur.

Yellow eyes looked up high, noticing a bird staring down at him with interest. <b>"Well hello to you too, stranger. Nothing here to see. Carry on."</b> Honijo grumbled to himself, returning his shaggy head to rest upon his slowly cooling paws as the bird finally made a squawk, opened its wings and took flight. He remained like that for a good several minutes, letting his thoughts plague him and trying his hardest not to think of the fire and its taken prey. Rihael and Lani were gone, complete, dead. The word bothered the wolf to no end, just the intense finality of it. Honijo would never let on exactly how much this would effect him and definitely never to his nieces and nephews. He would not be the one to baby and help them along the way with this trying coming of age obstacle; instead he would watch from the sidelines. After all, Honijo was ever so curious as to how they were faring. The boys were stronger, he had to admit. At first it was almost insulting to see their quarrels with each other; however his amusement piqued from it in good time. Indru had come out on top, as of course he knew he would, and was now the new leader. Honijo's only fear, now, was the untimely prospect of being demoted to nothing but a lowly Omega, something of little importance. He deserved so much more than this. So much more.

Perhaps it was the biggest scandal ever that he did not return to join the others in their happily ever after, but it had seemed the only thing to do. Honijo had felt alone standing there all alone, the only true adult in his eyes left of the pack. It had been time for him to take his leave, and so after wishing each and every one of them good luck, the male ahd filtered through the trees and disappeared. Only now was he beginning to realize just what he had done, lying here alone surrounded by nothing but bramble and bush. Perhaps they thought this a betrayal, however in all honesty, the ties to his family had always been Lani and Rihael. Without them, he was lost. Alone. And so he would continue off alone and hope that the children took care of themselves, hope that they could understand. Honijo Ithil was a wolf all his own, and it was time to start anew. With a soft gust of air, he remained still for another few moments, aiming to just catch his breath before continuing on, and perhaps enjoy the last piece of familiar scenery, of <i>home</i>.

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(This post was last modified: Aug 03, 2010, 02:15 AM by Honijo.)

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you get my crappy posts, hurray! ♥

http://a.imageshack.us/img716/1881/lalamr.png); width:450px; text-align:center;"> I WANT TO GO WHERE SOUL MEETS BODY       The Wildwood brought with it a familiar sadness, a vast emptiness that could not be quelled even by her rather selfish, childish nature. She could not glare, could not snarl, could not muster a single profanity to shout at the surrounding trees. All was silenced aside from her pawsteps, hitting the ground lightly, her movements slow and careful. Undecided, she silenced the urge to go to Hidden Tree, to see and feel the burnt remains and relive the experience... Such a silly idea. 'Stupid and masochistic.' The pull, an almost spiritual tug, remained but was forcibly ignored. Perhaps another time, a time when she had grown into something so much more... together than what she was now. They wouldn't be happy seeing her like this, not at all. She angled her body deliberately away from the old pack dens, opting to wander, to distract herself by something else in the wildwood, something that might induce some sort of reaction out of her.       It was upon stepping through low-hanging branches and surprisingly alive bushes, her mood turned like milk gone sour, eyes widening and promptly narrowing in the span of only a few seconds. She watched the old man where he lay, rather imperious in her stare, the tip of her tail and the corners of her mouth twitching. Silent, she watched him, uncertain as to what to do or what to say, caught up in a flurry of emotions. Her thoughts, most peculiarly, remained incoherent words and phrases, strung together to create little more than nonsense. Profanities dominated her consciousness, a hundred insults just for him. 'Traitor, abandoner, coward, selfish bastard...!' Her jaws parted, attempting to create understandable speech. Instead, her lips and tongue and jaws moved stupidly, foolishly, and she ended up grinding her teeth. She wanted to say something, to make him hurt just as he had made her hurt. But what was there to say? He had always been cool, so cool and collected... 'Indifferent. Apathetic.' Minutes—one, two, perhaps even three?—passed before she finally—hallelujah!—managed to speak something coherent: <b style="color:#333E4B; font-family:georgia;">“The rogue life looks like a frickin' riot.” 'As if.' No, sarcasm was perhaps wrong in this situation, for surely something more serious belonged in a reunion... She decided, however, that it hardly mattered; she lacked a filter for her words and what had came out was all that she could manage for the time being. Something, she supposed, was a hell of a lot better than nothing.

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He heard her move even before the sarcasm broke through his silent reverie. “The rogue life looks like a frickin' riot.” Head snapping up, Honijo took in the appearance of his niece, Junai. She looked like she'd just swallowed something unpleasant, saffron eyes to match his own staring down at him with a look of almost disgust, contempt, anger? Surely she shouldn't be angry with him... But then again, he supposed when he really thought about it, it made sense. Slowly, the great male untangled his limbs from the nestled grass he had been making his bed out of, flexed out his stiff joints as an enormous yawn swept through him, opening his jaw to reveal a set of fine pearly whites. Honijo shook his coat of the debris littering him and spun to face her, bright eyes analyzing her quietly as his head tilted to the side. <b style='color:#bba85b'>”Those are some pretty harsh words to speak to your Uncle, Junai." He said her name with a gruff tone, apathetic, as if he was condescending and calling her out for some terrible mistake she had made. But then there was also something familiar about the way he said her name, a name he hadn't had to scream out or yell for in what had to be weeks. In a way, Honijo thought of all the Tainn children as his own. He had never had any children of his own, never been remotely interested in a female enough to court one and eventually start a family with. This all seemed so depressing when he actually thought about it. So much of his time, so much of his life had been dedicated to his family, to his sister and Rihael. Was it so difficult to imagine that he needed to start anew, break free from the chains that he had been dragged by for so long, for what had to be the greater portion of his life? Not that he regretted those years in the slightest, oh no. Training and teaching and (although he would never admit it) loving the Tainn line was something that was so ingrained into his mind, it would take time and practice to rid himself of this programmed function. Or maybe he wouldn't bother to swipe himself clean entirely. Junai had always been a rather difficult one. She was sharp and witty with her points, something Honijo hadn't the skill nor desire to outmatch. So instead, the older wolf simply remained stationary in his surroundings, the empty stretch of green behind him his backdrop of their once home. If this interaction were to take place several months ago, everything would have been the same. Nothing would be different about this simple encounter. However so much had changed and there was nothing he could do about it. Pushing himself to his full height and exhaling in a way that puffed out his barrel chest, Honijo spoke again to her, this time with a voice much quieter and nurturing. <b style='color:#bba85b'>”I'm afraid you caught me at a bad time. I was napping, something I apparently need every now and then. And you... what brings you here, Junai?"

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rattled the windows and the tiny regrets and the tiny glass houses that i tried to forget.

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He looked up at her words, evidently shaken from some deep and philosophical musings that she couldn't care less about. It was almost disappointing, such attentiveness—there was no turning back. 'No regrets. No chickening out.' The idea of defying him, of speaking against him and insulting him struck Junai as surreal; regardless, she approved entirely, eyes alive with a fiery light of distaste, an immature hate that was more girl than woman. In any case, Junai supposed this option was far better than him sleeping through her insults—that would have not only been aggravating, but rather embarrassing. Though, the fact that he was yawning, as if bored, prior to any possible rant she wished to scream at him was a little insulting; leave it to her dear uncle to steal away some of the ferocity from any tirades Junai had planned.

Rude? Junai snorted, hardly caring to be polite or ladylike in his presence. Didn't he see what a hypocritical piece of shit he was? Her chin rose, pale eyes looking down upon his bulky form, evidently unphased by the power that such a beast held. If nothing else, to get into a physical brawl with her uncle would be an interesting challenge that had a low likelihood of success. (Which was, perhaps, the reason the idea was so enticing.) No matter, she kept her cool for now, condescending and confident, her head tilting partially to the snide for her to sneer, “Oh, pardon me, I was under the impression that you were like any other loner prancing through these woods.” 'Worthless, meaningless.' Hadn't he felt the same upon leaving? The frail ties binding them had been cut when he had left and she found herself unwilling to even attempt to mend them. They had never been really close to begin with, in part because he was an uptight prat and in part because he had always seemed far more concerned with Indru and Ruiko. She supposed she had loved him to an extent, cared and cherished while he remained and his departure had hurt more than she was willing to admit. Had they not been good enough for him? Was some fake family better than a real one? 'I'll be replaced.' Perhaps that was the most infuriating thought; she didn't know with her mind in a constant knot that was unmanageable, a blockade that she could not move past. She was stuck, caught between wanting to drag him back to Swift River and wanting to chase him out of the entirety of Relic Lore. Love, hate, love, hate—they clashed and she was torn, if only partially and if only for a moment.

Men had a way of being completely and utterly infuriating. Could he not take her insulting him a little more seriously? She wanted a shouting match or else she simply felt stupid being so angry. How could he be so calm about this? How could he deal with leaving his family? She almost envied him and his freedom and yet she despised him for it. “I lived here once, isn't that reason enough to pass through?” Not necessarily right there, but still; it was only natural that she wished to visit the ashen remains of her former home. If only she could bring herself to do something so hard, so emotionally wearing. She wondered if, perhaps, that was why he was here, too. Wasn't he supposed to move on, cleanse himself of their presence, and a whole load of other spiritual crap? “And you? Shouldn't you be elsewhere?”

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