<i>November 7th; Early evening, just after sunset; Clear; Windy.</i>
<i>"How can you admire a spirit that is broken? A wraith but only a shadow of her former self?"</i> she had asked. <i>"What are you doing here, Angier?"</i>
<i>What are you doing here?</i>
The Lyall blinked and he had to stop in his tracks to bring his surroundings back into focus. <i>"What are you doing here, Angier?"</i> Vlarindara's voice echoed from the folds of his memory, unearthly and ethereal. It had taken him some time to fully comprehend where and how far he had mindlessly walked but when he did, he froze. Oh, Elettra would be beyond furious if she knew where he had gone. Jaysyek's scent, the marker she had just refurbished was perhaps only a few hours old, wafted in his direction and for just the slightest moment he considered calling for her. No. He couldn't. He <i>shouldn't</i>. He was certain the timing was absolutely inappropriate for a chat, seeing as she and Borden were probably getting the cubs settled down for the night. His inner voice teased him with the thought that there was a reason why he had somehow wandered back to the north. To the realm of towering cedar trees, a kingdom carpeted with pine needles so generously that a wolf passing through could just barely be heard over the whistling wind. He frowned, remembering how the Hollow matriarch seemed to pity him. Since their meeting, he had done nothing but brooded. Nothing in his appearance or apparent habits revealed anything about his condition getting any better. In fact, it could have easily gotten worse from his lack of appetite and bouts of depression.
He let out a sigh and cast his eyes to the trees around him, scanning the spaces between them for any visual cue that he had been discovered. An upward tilt of his head and a deep breath informed him that no one as around, at least not yet. His forepaws tensed on the frozen ground, his claws digging into the soil. It had taken him the better part of nearly two months to rid himself of everything that emotionally tied himself to Vlarindara but it was no surprise that when he thought of her the ghosts of what could have and maybe even should have been between them, every single thing that brought his heart to flutter, still made him flinch. He shuddered, moving in such a way after that might have suggested he had been ambushed from an invisible attacker near the left side of his ribcage.
Deciding to sit and put an end to the new mannerism he had developed in a matter of days, he managed to grow still by adopting a very rigid posture. For some time he tried to just <i>breathe.</i> When he recovered, he had every intention to return the way he had come. He had no business here after all, and any additional thoughts concerning the Lady Windrunner would only send him back to square one, something he had constantly dreaded these days. To be this close to the very place where Vlarindara had once taken up residence was already sending him spiraling back into the oblivion that occupied the void that use to be a lovesick heart.</blockquote>
(This post was last modified: Nov 09, 2012, 11:58 AM by Angier.)
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