Let her go

@Lachesis only; Dated 12-23-2013; After Lachesis' journey and helping Domina; After HK pack hunt

How could he have been so stupid? He had everything he wanted, a home where he felt actually at home and a best friend who made him feel things that he had no idea what they meant. But he had left his other family behind. He had left his friend friend, Capella. He had left his sister whom he loved with all his heart, Adsila. He left Silver, who cared so much for him and his Uncle Aeo who would never stop protecting him. He just hoped that they were always alright. How could he be so stupid? Lach and Ana loved him so much, he had scorned them and hated them. But he was bias, he had left for the same reason that they had. They hadn't felt like it was their home, he left because Pitch Pine Trail was not its former glory.

His black fur weaved through the trees of the place they stood. It reminded him so much of his birthplace, the scary forest called Spectral Woods. Spectral Woods where his family came together, where he met Aponi, where he broke down when he saw Ana and Lach. Spectral Woods where he and Adsi had first met their first friend named Capella. Soon Capella had become an aunt to them, where he met Mama Ana and where she first started to care for him and his sister. Spectral Woods, where Uncle Ace, his da and Auntie Pella had saved him and Adsi from the demon man who had threatened to take them.

Now that was all over, his brown eyes filled with sadness. What have I done wrong? I lost all my family, and most of it was my fault. Sadness ripped through his heart, he looked up at the moon. He was family sick. He missed them all so much and he had no idea what else he could do. He raised his muzzle to the sky and howled his sorrows away. His apology to everyone he had done wrong was mixed in. Only hate the road when you’re missing home. Only know you love her when you let her go. And you let her go. His lip trembled as he cut his howl off.

He looked at his paws, his eyes shut tightly and his mind lost into thoughts of what could have happened. He had to accept that he had screwed up; that he was no longer worth of being a wolf of the Trail had it still existed. He was a Nomad now, and he had to learn to accept it. Never to touch, never to keep. ‘Cause you loved her too much and you dived too deep. He looked up into the dark forest, even though it was lighter than Spectral Woods, it was filled with too many memories. He felt like his former home was here, like he was born on the grounds that he stood on. He collapsed onto the ground and looked at the forest flood. He took a deep breathe. He had to gain control of himself before he was found by a Pass wolf. They might question him and his loyalties.

He couldn’t afford that.He couldn’t afford to lose what he had left everything for. Perhaps if he hid his pain, it would just disappear from his mind. He drew in a deep breath and held it as long as he could. Probably a good ten to fifteen seconds until he gave into the brains demand for oxygen once more. He stayed somewhat calm and looked at the forest in front of him again. He wanted some solitude for a little while.

HOLLOWHEART keep

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(This post was last modified: Dec 24, 2013, 04:43 AM by Karpos.)

<b style="font-family:georgia; color:#909892;"> He wandered blindly, oblivious to where his over-sized paws were taking him as his thin body swayed with each step. While it had only been a few days since his return it felt like months had passed. He was broken; completely and utterly lost without his blue-eyed companion. If she was dead or alive he didn’t know – all XIX knew was that she was gone, and he didn’t know if she would be coming back. The mountain had swallowed her, claiming the china doll and leaving the ghost alone. So alone. A whine stumbled off his tongue, brows narrowed as he continued stumbling forward, boney shoulders hunched over. The state he was currently in was similar to the one that had consumed him after Shade’s passing; only this time it was unbearably worse. Sleep was evading him, constantly teasing him as his eyes drooped shut only to instantly snap open as thoughts of Anastasia swarmed his mind. The few seconds of sleep he managed to catch were filled with the screams of his former companion, her voice desperately calling out his name. He had abandoned her and allowed the mountain to take her. He should’ve stayed… searched longer… screamed louder… Without warning his body shuddered, causing the yearling’s step to falter as he pushed through the trees. XIX didn’t know where he was, nor did he care. He just wanted to be away from her scent; away from the memories… he couldn’t stand it anymore. His stomach burned furiously with hunger but he couldn’t bring himself to hunt. The only thing he cared about was Anastasia and now she was gone. His once luxurious coat, which had fluffed out since the arrival of winter, was now mattered and patchy. Scratches and bruises littered his body from tumbling down the side of the mountain but the ghost couldn’t be bothered to fix himself up. There was no point. Due to the constant screaming of his thoughts the world around him was muted; therefore, the howling of the shadow prince went by unnoticed, along with his familiar scent. He was lost in himself, unable to resurface as he pressed on to put as much distance between Cut Rock and himself as possible.

stick with those who stick with you

<b style="font-family:georgia; color:#8182A3;"> Guilt continued to rip through Karpos as he looked up at the stars in the sky. Tears, he had to hold back the tears. Although he felt like it was home, he knew what home was and Hollowheart Keep was it, he could not just let his past fly by him without a notice or care. He was too far deep. I’m holding on. I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking, maybe six feet ain’t so far down. The words, those words, had almost carried him off a cliff after his father died, but there were no cliffs around there. His black legs wobbled slightly as he pushed himself up and continued to go farther beyond the territory of Hollowheart Keep. He kept his eyes shut and blocked out all the noises and scents. He was literally wandering blind like some helpless pup that had not yet learned to see. That was, until the shadow prince tripped on something…or someone. It was Lachesis. He jumped up and tilted his head to the side, through the very muzzle suppressing his rasping breathes and sobs, he called out weakly. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#8182A3;">"I-U-Uncle… I’m s-so-sor-sorry." The words were stuttered and he took steps back, still fearful that Lachesis hated him for all he had done. Why is he here? Is Aeo or Ana with him? Maybe is Capella with him? No, he is here alone. But why? His brain racked for a conclusion and he looked at what appeared to be a broken uncle. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#8182A3;">"U-Uncle, w-what h-happened?" He stuttered in confusion, his eyes held his own pain and nothing else happened. His state, it reminded Karp, of when his father had died. Has something happened to someone else? Has someone else died? He asked himself, still trying to find the answer. Whenever he came close, it slipped away.

i just kind of went with what you posted about karp tripping over lach, leme know if it's not okay <33

<b style="font-family:georgia; color:#909892;"> Was this what dying felt like? Every breath he took it felt as though his heart was being ripped from his chest. His eyes stung as tears froze to his cheeks, the frigid air nipping at the exposed water as it rolled down. Unable to control the shaking of his limbs the boy struggled to carry forward, his large paws stumbling over themselves as he maneuvered through the snow. Everything was so white. In order to keep it from hurting his bloodshot eyes XIX had to keep his muzzle directed toward the ground. His large, pointed ears were permanently fixated to the back of his skull, almost as if they were frozen in position. He was so cold; so alone. He didn’t know what to do. Where to go. Perhaps if he wandered far enough he’d run into his blue-eyed china doll. Maybe she had found her way down the mountain and was somewhere nearby. Or on the other side… Had she reached Pitch Pine Trail’s former roaming grounds? While it was a lovely thought the zombie knew how utterly unrealistic it was, but it was much butter to think of than imagining his companion frozen at the top of the mountain. He shuddered at the thought, head shaking numbly as he slumped down into the snow in hopes that it would make him disappear. He could easily just bury himself in the snow and wait for everything to be over; wait for the world to close in around him and fade to black, as opposed to all this blinding white. Moments after he had flopped down his thoughts were disrupted by another practically running him over, causing a raspy yelp to fall off his tongue. The sound hoarse due to lack of use, Lachesis barely recognized his own voice as it tainted the air. Although the shape of the wolf and the voice was familiar Lachesis was unable to put a name to the pup before him. His bloodshot eyes wandered up and down the little shadow, unable to focus. Why was this wolf sorry? Did they know about what had happened to Anastasia? Had they caused her to disappear? Monster, thief, demon… They had stolen her, stolen her away… “U-Uncle, w-what h-happened?” What hadn’t happened was the real question. Who was Uncle? Was that his name? He already had two names, what was a third? The zombie shivered involuntarily, eyes falling away from the child as a frown cut into his maw. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#909892;">“G-gone, gone. G-gobbled her up…” The words fell off his tongue with ease, although they only made sense to the broken yearling.

stick with those who stick with you

The scene around them was practically frozen, Karpos stiffening at the words that Lachesis had offered to him. Gobbled her up? He wondered about what could possibly be going on before speaking. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#8182A3;">"Uncle Lachsies, who was gobbled up?" He asked as fear struck his voice. Which one of his assumed to be beloved aunts had been gobbled up and by who? Lachesis was acting like he didn't even know who it was he was talking to and then Karpos realized there was only one fae who was close enough to Lachesis to act like that. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#8182A3;">"Uncle Lachesis, what happened to Mama Ana?" He asked with fear striking deeper into his voice, into his heart. Something had happened to the woman that he called Mama, and it sounded like it was bad. Who gobbled up my mom and where is this wolf? I will personally.... His mind trailed off into an endless rant in his mind about how he would find her as soon as he could. But he stopped, sitting next to his uncle and trying to reassure him. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#8182A3;">"Wherever she is, she must be fine Uncle, mama Ana is a strong wolf." He tried to fill Lachesis' mind with good thoughts about how she was probably safe. But the truth was, even though he had no idea what had happened to make his uncle this broken, he was terrified. If something had happened to his mama Ana, then would something happen to the others too? What about Adsi and Ace? What about Capella and Aeo? Lachesis was safe for now. But were any of them truly safe?

(This post was last modified: Jan 01, 2014, 05:07 PM by Karpos.)

Look Out!

A young pronghorn has fallen behind its herd and starved in the snow. +5 Health

<b style="font-family:georgia; color:#909892;"> There was a voice on the breeze – one that sounded so familiar, yet the zombie was unable to put a name to it. It reached out to him, attempting to converse with the trembling skeleton, but he was incapable of responding. His throat was clenched shut, pear eyes unfocused as they swam blindly inside his head. Uncle did not want to speak of the blue-eyed doll – she was gone, gone, gone, leaving nothing but a painful memory. But he didn’t want to forget her. She meant the world to him – he had loved her. Forgetting her… he couldn’t… it was worse than remembering her. What if she came back and found out that the skeleton had moved on, putting her memory on the backburner? He couldn’t… he wouldn’t… <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#909892;">“G-gobbled…” he managed incoherently, dry tongue clicking against his teeth as he spoke the single word. Hungry burned furiously within his tongue, his thin legs trembling uncontrollably as he buried his snout in the snow in hopes that he would disappear beneath it. Mama Ana. The name caused the body to shudder, a pain running through his veins as the mere mention of her. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#909892;">“G-gone. M-mountain…” More words, just as incoherent as the first, fell off his tongue. He rested his cheek against the snow, allowing the cold to slowly bring him back to reality. His body still vibrated while his mind raced, struggling to figure out what was happening. Gone. She was gone… <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#909892;">“Went to l-look… F-find them…” Find who? Who had they been looking for? <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#909892;">“G-gone… so much s-snow...” His mind returned to the mountain with Anastasia at his side, the snow swirling around them as they hiked up the mountain. She had called down to him, encouraging him as he followed dutifully behind her. Her voice… it was so faint in his mind… was he going to forget her?

stick with those who stick with you

everything that kills me makes me feel alive It wasn't until Lach spoke that Karp knew his uncle didn't recognize him. The man was in shock because his Mama Ana was gobbled up by the mountains. Gobbled up by the snow and everything he knew collapsed. His mother, who he considered his true mother, was gone and maybe even dead. Karpos caught a whiff of pronghorn in the distance and he knew that his uncle should eat something. It might help him come to his senses about what had happened to Ana and how to deal with it. Karpos followed the scent he knew would lead to a dead pronghorn. The scent of death held the air closely. He tore off a rib and ran back to Lach. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#8182A3;">"Uncle, eat up. It's me, Karpos. Karp who is your nephew." He whispered as he pushed the meat towards the man with his snout. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#8182A3;">"Uncle, who did Mama Ana go after? Who was she following?" He asked in a worried tone; perhaps she had gone after someone she knew or maybe she was tracking down an enemy. The list was endless and it never occurred to Karp that she went looking for him and his sister. The thought that she would seek him out after leaving him just wasn't practical. The black colored prince, or fallen prince as he called himself, waited for his uncle to respond. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#8182A3;">"Uncle, the snow, surely it will pass soon and she will return to us. To you." He tried to encourage his uncle but his hopes weren't up for the challenge.

i suuuuucccck :c <3333

<b style="font-family:georgia; color:#26664D;"> Feeling infinitesimal the broken skeleton desperately wanted to disappear into the snow surrounding him. He prayed for it to cave beneath him and devour him, just as it had Anastasia. Why had he survived and not her? Why had it been him to make it down the mountain, and not the blue-eyed china doll? She was pure; innocent; the stark white dove among the demons of the world. And now… she was gone. Gone, gone, gone… The single word haunted his thoughts, consuming him… He did not notice the brief disappearance of the other as his pear eyes were clamped shut, willowy body shivering against the snow. It was the scent of meat that temporarily broke XIX from his trance, his snout turning toward the pup as he spoke once more. That word again, Uncle, followed by another familiar word… no, not a word. A… name. Karpos. His tongue flicked within his mouth as he mentally tasted the name while searching his memories. As recognition finally settled in his pear eyes widening as he allowed his vision to focus on the former prince. How could he have forgotten his nephew? Would he forget Anastasia just as he had forgotten Karpos? His gaze flickered down to the meat that the boy had shoved toward him, mouth salivating at the scent. Shuffling closer the ghost took a careful bite from the chunk of pronghorn, his limbs still quivering tremendously as he struggled to focus his attention on the child. As Karpos’ voice broke through the snow once more Lachesis flinched at Anastasia’s name once more, ears flattened against his skull as he chewed slowly. The question had caused XIX to pause suddenly, eyes widening as he met the mocha-coloured gaze of the boy. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#26664D;">“You,” he said quietly after swallowing the meat, his pear orbs falling away from the former Pitch Pine pup. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#26664D;">“W-we were l-looking for you and your s-s-sister. I sh-should’ve stayed… l-looked harder.” While Karpos had offered his uncle some encouraging words XIX was unable to digest them. He desperately wanted his blue-eyed dove to return from the mountain but the snow was increasing with each passing day. If she was still on the mountain the chance of her surviving was slim… as much as he didn’t want to believe it, or think that death was a possibility, it was something he would have to come to terms to… But not yet. If he allowed himself to believe that she was dead he would forget her, and Lachesis couldn’t do that. He could not forget her. <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#26664D;">“Gone, gone, g-gone…” The words fell off his tongue before he could stop them before he reached forward once more to rip off a piece of meat, a frown set across his maw as he chewed slowly.

stick with those who stick with you

So do I <333333

everything that kills me makes me feel alive

Karpos gulped when he heard the news. It was him that his adopted mother had gone after and a sudden guilty feeling flooded through him. Had others of the pack found her and told her that he was lost or something? Was she after Adsila too? He did not know the answers and he cared too much for his uncle to ask him more of the sister he had lost. They were close like that; brother and sister was a good way to describe them. The fact that his uncle was that broken concerned him greatly. He felt terrible for screaming at them both in their last encounter and he sunk to the ground. It was like when his father had died; he was too broken to speak.

He simply stared at the ground as he thought about his Mama Ana. She was almost his everything. She had made him survive; she allowed him to thrive in what was now the fallen kingdom of Pitch Pine Trail. He raised his muzzle to the sky and howled away his sadness. The mountain snow would gobble her up as Lachesis pointed out. Her death was almost guaranteed. He knew; he had been on the mountains maybe a week or two prior and the snow was taller than him. There was a reason the mountains were blocked with snow; there was a reason he couldn't go to the other side to find Adsila. This reason had practically killed the only family he knew to have left. All he had now were Uncle Lachesis, Princess Aponi and his own sister.