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{Ill} Why was everywhere he went so creepy? The lanky yearling had begun to grow used to his new home within Spectral Woods, as the strange mist inhabiting the area was no longer bothering him. However, the territories surrounding the woods held the same eerie demeanor; tall trees looming over him, placed so closely together that it made it nearly impossible for him to venture through them. But the boy was determined, and wanted to see as much of Relic Lore as possible. When he had first arrived, the ghost had been tempted to leave immediately upon entering the lands – he had missed his family and felt guilty about the disappearance of his brother. Now that he was bound to not only Anastasia, but also Capella, XIX couldn’t abandon them. This was his home and until he had a good enough reason to leave, he would remain here. Due to his awkward, long legs Lachesis was running into many problems as he tried to maneuver through the Copse. Tree trunks and low branches forbid him from moving forward and directed him away from where he wanted to go. The normally calm yearling was growing frustrated, brows permanently furrowed as he struggled to explore the area that was desperately trying to keep him out. The heavy layer of branches caused the forest to be shrouded in darkness, only a few spots of sunlight managing to penetrate to the ground, illuminating the path that XIX was taking. Although the area was intimidating, the nervous boy was intrigued by the beauty hidden beneath the protection of the tall trees. He wondered how many wolves before him decided to make this trek and battled their way deep inside the woods – and how many got lost trying to find their way out.

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" Why am I even here, damnit! "

Ill had begun to panic, feelings of claustrophobia seemed to dance around him like vengeful ghosts. He had heard of someone he needed to see and by traveling through a fern he could get there. Unfortunately, Ill's sense of direction was not that sharpest, and he cursed himself while continuing to wander the unforgiving copse. Time seemed to be slipping by him at a almost sickly pace. While the thought of turning back and retracing steps sounded like a great idea, the young male honestly didn't know if he could at this point. Better to to keep on and hopefully reach the end where a new plan could be made...hopefully.

The worst though was the silence. Never had the anxious male been in a place so dead. No birds chirped from high perches, no creatures ran around and underneath his legs, even the sound of running water was drowned out by some strange aura. He shouldn't be here and he knew it. Though it may have been seen as a challenge to any mentally stable wolf, Ill was in fact not and did not enjoy testing his paranoid nerves to new levels. Closing his eyes only seemed to kill half of the anxiety brought on; below the harsh silence, somewhere in the background, droned eerie noises and calls he had never heard before. He had swore from far off someone had echoed his name.

With the feeling of electric jolts melting his very spine, the now panting male broke out in a sprint. If he kept running, he would trick his mind that whatever was following him from behind could be outrun and that it would keep him, indeed, safe. But there was nothing trailing behind, or was there; he never dared to look back. The thought of some sort of creature was too imaginary for a sixteen month old such as himself, but the possibility was what kept him going. The farther and longer he ran, the more the seemingly beautiful twists and curves of leaved branches became more like teeth that reached out to snatch him. At this point, the last thing on his mind was alerting someone of his location; all he wanted to do was get out of here.

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WORD COUNT : 387

NOTES : sorry it took so long!

(This post was last modified: Jun 20, 2013, 09:49 PM by Ill.)

no worries! :3 This had Lachesis’ worst idea yet. Why did he think a forest with this appearance would be pleasant? Cursing himself, the boy carried on forward, desperate to find his way out of thick foliage. He had managed to find his way into this mess and was determined to find his way out as well. The Copse was definitely his least favourite territory in Relic Lore thus far, but he had to experience every little bit of his new home. The ghost was also on the hunt for a potential home for him and his packmates – of course, they wouldn’t be able to travel until Shade’s litter was old enough, Lach wanted to scout out an area that might be suitable for the pack’s home. This place, however, was not going to be that home. The lanky yearling could not imagine any wolf calling the Copse their home – unless they were similar in size to a fox and were capable of manoeuvring around the many trees that made up the forest. Being made up of mostly legs, trekking through the territory was extremely difficult. I t was the commotion of another that finally caused the pear-eyed boy to stop, his brows narrowed as he surveyed his surroundings, ears focused on the sound in the distance. It was far too large to be possible prey – the trees would also make it extremely difficult to attempt a hunt, and Lachesis would probably end up getting caught on a branch if he tried. Once the scent finally reached him, the boy realized it was another wolf in the same situation he was in. They had both made the mistake of entering the deceiving forest and this other male was probably just as lost as he was. XIX could be wrong, however, as this stranger might already know where the exit was. The boy remained paused, waiting for the stranger to close the distance before them, before he called out into the tangled forest. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; color:#446819;">“Hey!” A pause, ears focused on where the sound was originating from. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; color:#446819;">“Are you lost, t-too?” His stuttering was improving since he had joined Shade’s group of wolves, which made life a little easier when it came to meeting new wolves. Most saw his stutter as a weakness and, like Reaper, would pinpoint that weakness and try to break it down further.

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This whole time Ill's only thoughts were of the wolf he was traveling to meet and the forest laid out in front of him. So when the stranger called out to him from behind, legs beneath him seemed to spring up into the air. He had always been this tight bundle of nerves, growing up in his parent's den made him this way. It wasn't normally in his nature to be crept up on, Ill didn't know this land what-so-ever, and what was worse was the constant attention he had to give his ghastly surroundings.

Doing the only thing he could think of, Ill broke out into a sprint. Electric shocks from every one of his nerves pushed him forward as trees and branches became blurs clawing out to him. He didn't know if this stranger was a threat or not, but to be backed up into a corner, a haunted, dark, scary corner, was a instant death wish. The scared wolf hoped after his flee he could retrace his steps later and eventually find his way out.

Moving faster, faster yet, a few yards separated the two lost strangers. Just as he got the brief taste of freedom, something sharp stabbed up and into Ill's chest. Instant panic; he tried to look down, thinking that this wolf had caught up to him and attacked him from underneath. But looking down had only got him stuck more, brambles and vines twisted around him, pain as sharp as thorns stabbed into his sides. Why couldn't he of stuck to the fen, so safe and so quiet? The panic attack now moving full circle, Ill struggled to get a grip on his sanity.

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WORD COUNT : 185

NOTES : WHEW

When the stranger didn't respond Lachesis should have left. It was evident that the other wolf did not want to be bothered and the boy did not want to cause problems by chasing after him. A frown creased his dark lips as he remained where he was, claws digging into the ground as he tried to decide what to do. Although he enjoyed the company of Anastasia and his new friend Capella, the ghost still preferred to be on his own. Typically, he liked to avoid other wolves – XIX knew it went against the lessons that his blue-eyed companion had given him, but he couldn’t think properly when he was in the presence of another. He was torn away from his thoughts when he heard the other wolf moving frantically from his position within the Copse, brows narrowed as he pinpointed the male’s location. XIX could tell by the sound of the wolf’s movements that he was scared – he was tearing through the tangled mess, desperately trying to evade the lanky yearling. A laugh almost spilled from his throat as the thought lingered for a moment – usually Lachesis was the one being scared, not the other way around. Composing himself, the teenager took a hesitant step toward the stranger, unsure of whether or not this was the right thing to do. What if the other male was violent? Or what if he wasn’t the only wolf lurking the Copse? Perhaps there were others, hiding just downwind of the ghost, waiting to plan their attack. No, he was being paranoid – the forest was closing in on him, making it difficult for the boy to focus. It wasn’t until he heard a loud crash that the boy fully committed to his decision, pace quick as he closed the distance between himself and the stranger. While he ran stray branches nipped at his coat, his paws struggling to get a strong grip on the ground beneath him. By the sound of the crash it sounded as if the male had gotten himself stuck, and even if the stranger had run away from him, XIX couldn’t leave him stuck in the middle of this dungeon. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; color:#446819;">“C-calm down!” XIX gasped out once he had finally reached the darker male, his brows narrowed as he assessed the situation. If he had not freaked out in the first place he wouldn’t be stuck right now, but the snowy male was far too kind to say those words aloud. He remained several tail-lengths away from the inky yearling, ears pinned against the back of his skull to show that he was no threat. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; color:#446819;">“If you k-keep thrashing about you’re going t-to make it w-worse!”

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Blind rage enveloped him like a hot blanket, in full panic the thoughts within his head were resorted to small loud words like " RUN " and " ESCAPE ". Suddenly, through it all, he could here the call of the voice behind him. All his eyes could focus on was the blurry image of a white wolf from behind, his behind fully exposed. Ill struggled to get to his feet, the needle sharp thorns and snags tearing deeper into his coat. When the ghostly figure drew closer, his head jerked back in a attempt to meet his foe face to face. Lips flared back and the panicked ashen wolf snapped ferociously at the air.

It had not occurred to him that this could of been the other wolf from before, in such a fit thinking straight was near impossible. " It's a ghost....from the copse " he thought to himself. He knew he should of never had traveled alone in a place like this. He didn't know where he was going, knowing that he had not gotten his panic and episodes under control. The possibility of dying, or even being eaten by this creature in back of him, because being eaten by ghosts seemed so reasonable at the time, scared Ill into a greater state of fear. It had been a long time since he had his last episode; each time being greater and more louder then the next.

Lungs collapsed and bloated rapidly; gasping for no apparently reason besides fear. Struggling once again, he tried to break himself free.

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WORD COUNT : 276

NOTES : WHEW

The lanky yearling was beginning to grow frustrated with the dark wolf – he understood the anxiety radiating off the stranger, but his continuous thrashing was making it difficult for the ghost to help him. The more desperate his attempts became, the harder it was for XIX to help him. He had to supress a growl from erupting past his lips, although he did not stop a frown from creasing his licorice lips. All the gangly yearling wanted to do was help the stranger, as that was all Nineteen ever wanted to do – whether it was a stranger or a friend, the boy wanted to help everyone. The words that had spat from his maw did nothing to calm down the dark male’s movements, and his breath quickened with each passing moment.

What was wrong with this wolf? Why wouldn’t he allow Lachesis to help him? The alabaster male pawed impatiently at the ground as his pear gaze frantically searched for a way to help the stranger escape the branches that ensnared him. “Stop moving!” He finally shouted, the stutter lost in his frustration. A growl curled around his words, tone commanding as he took a step forward to grab hold of a branch with his jaws. Twisting his head back and forth, the yearling struggled to snap one of the branches that gripped the male’s pelt. With a final tug the branch broke, and XIX moved on to another one to try and loosen their hold so the dark male could wriggle free.

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