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Her words lingered in the air, waiting for Lachesis' answer and when he did the dark women found herself slumping at his gloom response. She could understand he was upset, she could understand him wanting closure, she could even understand how devastating it was to lose his closest friend, but she could no longer sit around and entertain his depression. He would have to shape up, those who cared about him needed him to get better and she could understand him needing time but at least he could act like what others were saying were helping him. Watching him grow sadder made her sad herself, and this probably rubbed off on others he'd conversed with in the pack; he needed to get himself back together, she needed him to.

With the male so close to her she felt the weight of his skull on her shoulder, enjoyed his warmth and the show progress they were making but she could see the effects that losing his friend had done. She could only hope for a slither of happiness from him at this point and with her lips pouted, ears erect on her skull, she turned toward the male with wide eyes that were still filled with sympathy but growing warmer with impatience, "You have nothing to be guilty about Lach." she started, her voice flat, ears suddenly falling back, "You did everything you could to find her, you were a great friend to Anastasia, I'm sure she'll be happy to hear you searched high and low for her, she paused a moment, her bi-colored eyes searching his face a moment or two before she continued on, her voice gained emotion that before had left "but what of the rest of us? What about the friends who are still here? she paused a moment more for added affect as her posture changed from offensive to more defensive, "what about...what about...m..mme?" she needed him to be strong and get out of his depressive state, it was affecting everyone whether he knew it or not. Did he care enough to turn around for his friends?

(This post was last modified: Apr 20, 2014, 10:26 AM by Bastet.)

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His head was buzzing.

Lachesis did not know what to think, or say. Everything hurt. His limbs were still quivering, and the yearling wasn’t sure if they’d ever stop, and his thoughts were racing. He wanted to believe the words spilling from Bastet’s maw, but the voice in the back of his mind screamed for him not to. Guilt, along with pain and sorrow, was all he felt. He didn’t recognize what any other emotion felt like – he was consumed by his grief and unable to break free. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to break free anymore…

“I j-just wanted to f-find her… and to bring her b-back,” he mumbled in response to Bastet’s words, his pale eyes narrowing as he struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. “It was st-stupid to go… we should’ve known better. I should’ve known b-better…” His voice trailed off as his throat tightened; his chest hurt. As the dark female spoke once more Lachesis glanced over at her, his eyes glazed over as he digested the words that spilled off her tongue. She had a valid point – what about the ones who weren’t lost on the mountain? There was Bastet, Capella, Maksim… the other River wolves… he was their healer; they depended on him. He was letting them down by being so withdrawn and reclusive. How was he supposed to treat them if he refused to see them?

‘what about… what about… m…mme?’ Her stammering voice caused his pale gaze to flicker to her mix-matched eyes, his brows narrowing softly in a concerned expression. “I’m s-sorry,” he breathed, unsure of what else to say. “Y-you’re r-right.” XIX added in an exasperated tone as his ears fell to the back of his skull. “I’m t-trying. It’s just so fucking hard.” The slender, timid yearling rarely swore aloud – only ever in his thoughts – but it was the only way to accurately describe how he felt.

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Yeah so this was...different. I wasn't expecting this thread to take a turn like this, I think Bastet may secretly be in love lol

The warmth of her comrades head on her shoulder was welcoming, she wondered momentarily if he felt as safe and secure if her company as she did his but denied the question access to his ears, instead she remained at his side, like that of a rock, and allowed him the opportunity to get it all out. He needed this, an outlet, and Bastet was proud that he was finally considering the fact that he had to move on, if not for himself than for Anastasia, she was sure the woman would not wish to see her friend in such a permanent position. Surely, she did not, and it took every ounce of her not to turn toward him and selfishly demand that he forget her, as though she did not exist; that was not her place, whether she chose to forget Anastasia was solely her own decision. She would not ask for the male to totally dismiss her from his life, no matter how frustrating it was to see him suffer at her hands when she no longer roamed the lands--she couldn't help wondering, how had she gotten him to trust her so readily.

When he spoke a final time she moved, by means of getting a better look at him, and allowed her eyes to lock on his a moment or two longer than usual before she attempted to speak though words would not come. There was little let to say to console the broken boy and yet Anastasia had left him in their care to pick up the pieces, she only hoped for his sake that she hadn't disappeared on purpose otherwise his pain would have been for nothing, his mourning for nothing, and his isolation would have been for nothing. No she would not think that way, of what little she knew of Anastasia, if she knew anything at all, had been positive, she had been a pivotal impact on the alabaster male and Bastet was sure that his mourning over her loss was not in vain--but why then did she suddenly grow anxious?

He said moving on had been hard, she could understand that, but she wanted nothing more than for him to feel bliss, and happiness, and owed the male this promise for having saved her life those many months back, and as she stared into his eyes, wishing to will his pain away, her heart fluttered within her chest. Jealousy had always been an evil characteristic of hers, for she was an impatient creature for things she felt she justly deserved, and as she stared into the lovely eyes of her partnner, no matter how painful they seemed, she knew in that moment of no better way than to quell his pain.

She leaned in slowly, her heart racing loudly in her ears and yet she ignored her subconscious having instead allowed her heart to go on auto pilot, and as such she felt the warmth of his cheek upon her tongue before she would reach his mouth, giving a few quick licks until the nervousness dissipated long enough to give her tongue more power. His musk was tantalizing as she finally moved from his mouth and to his neck to nuzzle him lovingly, a whine escaped her maw as though the pain he felt radiated from her own body--the warmth she felt grew more intense. She blamed mating season, she blamed loneliness, and she blamed Lachesis for giving her the courage to take that first step--she wanted him and yet she knew she could not have him, his heart would not be hers but it felt good, in that moment to pretend. Lachesis his name echoed like that of a distant voice in her head as she waited his response...

(This post was last modified: Apr 28, 2014, 10:18 PM by Bastet.)

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So much had changed since Anastasia’s disappearance. When he and his blue-eyed dove had left for the mountain he had been confident and well-versed, his stutter completely absent from his speech as he grew more comfortable in his new home. However, when he returned, Lachesis was a shell of his former self. As they days passed Nineteen had grown more and more withdrawn, isolating himself from his packmates and attempting to self-medicate. Although Capella’s comfort soothed him most days, it was still difficult for the healer to cope with Ana’s absence. He wanted to move forward, just as Anastasia would have wanted him to, but he worried that it would cause him to lose hope. Lachesis desperately wanted to believe that his former companion had survived the treacherous weather atop the mountain they had climbed together – he refused to believe that she didn’t survive.

What was most difficult for the thin youth was allowing his packmates to help him through his pain. XIX was grateful for Capella’s constant aid, even when he desperately tried to shut her out. Since Maksim allowed her to join Cut Rock’s ranks the female had not left his den; he would not allow her to. Even though he frequently shut her out, and often shuffled to the other side of the den, he still needed her. Often her presence was enough, but he was getting better at opening up to her and allowing her to comfort him.

It seemed as though Bastet, the loner that Lachesis had nursed back to health many weeks ago, was attempting to do the same. She, like Capella, wanted to see XIX move on from his pain and focus on bettering himself. He wanted that too, but he was also content wallowing in self-pity. Lachesis felt as though he deserved the pain that consumed him – he had left Anastasia to freeze on the mountain, after all. He could’ve searched longer, yelled louder… he had given up so quickly… he didn’t deserve to survive…

His thoughts were shattered as Bastet’s movements distracted him. Stunned, the boy remained still as she nuzzled into him, her maw traveling from his own down to his neck. Unsure of how to act, and confused by her actions, the youth kept still. He cared for the shadow female, perhaps as much as he cared for Anastasia, but he didn’t know how to act; what to do. Lachesis had never been good at displays of affection; he didn’t know what was right or wrong. He wanted to respond to her peculiar actions, perhaps return the favour, but he was too stunned. Like the awkward teenager he was Lachesis only responded by nuzzling the spot between her shoulders, a soft crease appearing across his maw as he attempted to digest what had just happened. He didn’t know what to feel, how to act, or what to think.

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He was still as she worked to mix her scent with his own, and when it was finally as strong as she wanted she purred similar to a kitten when she felt his own maw against the spot between her shoulders, his touch was warm and gave her pleasure the same way food would during winter. She craved his attention, she yearned for his touch to never end and only when the silence built uncomfortably between them did she finally pull her head back to look him over. He did not look as she did, in fact he seemed more confused than accepting of her touch and a whine of worry escaped her maw as concerned eyes searched his face wondering in that moment what was going through his head, "Did you not like it?" she wondered aloud, do you not like me? she would not allow her emotions to take her that far, no she would retain her composure and only when he answered her would she decide how she felt.

It was strange, the feelings she harbored for the alabaster male, but she could not even explain the immediate attraction she felt for the younger male. His kindness had drew her in and his vulnerability had kept her in her spot, wanting so desperately to take his pain away. She could not imagine not helping Lachesis, not when he obviously needed it the most, but it bothered her that another had also taken her place and his heart; how could she compete with this new woman that saturated his pelt. Lost in her jealousy she felt a single tear roll down her face, it was an emotion struck tear but one none the less, and she instantly turned from him with a sniffle, her ears pulled back on her skull. How had she suddenly turned this meeting onto herself when it was obvious that Lachesis still needed her to be strong and guide him. She would not speak in that moment, instead she remained sheltered from him while yet another tear fell down her delicate face and she struggled to maintain her composure.

i'm so sorry for the late reply! <3 maybe we could wrap this up soon so we can start another? :)

Displaying affection had always been a confusing, and awkward, subject for the gangly healer. Even with Anastasia, it had been something that XIX frequently struggled with – he cared for her, deeply, but had never been good at showing (or voicing) it. Now, with his closest companion lost on the mountains that separated the Lore, Lachesis found it difficult letting others in. He even had issues allowing Capella get close, a wolf that he had developed a close friendship with since arriving in Relic Lore. Now there was Bastet, who was attempting to show her own affection and get close to the gangly youth, but he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to push her away, just as he was unconsciously doing with Capella, but he also wanted to bring her in closer. With Anastasia gone, Lachesis didn’t want to betray her memory and allow other wolves to get close; however, he didn’t want to upset the blue-eyed dove by isolating himself. He knew that Anastasia would want him to move on – he was just worried that he would forget her in the process.

It was the absence of Bastet’s dark fur against his and her worried voice that broke the long-legged boy away from his thoughts, his pear eyes wide with concern as he met her mix-matched gaze. Dumbstruck, he was unsure of what to say – how was he supposed to respond to that? Anastasia had always been good with words; she always knew what to say and had been there for Lachesis to help him find his own voice. However, the ghost needed to find it himself – perhaps Anastasia’s absence, although both mentally and physically damaging for XIX, would prove to be beneficial for him.

“N-No no, I did!” He started in a hushed tone, his gaze still focused on the female’s face as he studied her silently. She was uniqueness, in both appearance and personality, drew the slender male in. He wanted to know her, and he wanted to grow close to her, but he wasn’t sure if it was in the same way that Bastet wanted him to. A humble wolf, Lachesis was much like Anastasia in the sense that he never wanted to hurt another. He craved the happiness of others, and knowing that he was the cause of making another wolf upset made Nineteen’s stomach churn. He watched as a tear slipped down her cheek; his heart ached at the sight, and without thinking the boy leaned in closer to her, pulling her in with his muzzle as he draped it over her shoulders. “I’m sorry B,” he started, the nickname unintentional as it rolled off his tongue. “I d-did like it – and you. It’s just been so h-hard adjusting. I’m trying… for you, the pack… I am really trying.” The words fumbled from his mouth, a few hesitating before taking the leap off his tongue. He remained where he was, with his maw draped over Bastet, as he waited for a response.

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She sniffled once, twice, three times before her paw lifted to wipe away the steady flow of tears. These were tears of embarrassment and disbelief, tears that she had fought back had lost the fight from the moment Lachesis turned toward her, and suddenly she only wanted to disappear. She could no longer stand his presence and the reminder that she had foolishly believed that he wanted her--was she imagining that all this time he actually cared. Her body pulled away from him quickly, craving the heat from his body and stench of his cologne but she could not allow herself to remain the focus of his torment, not when she had out of nowhere become so weak. How had this meeting turned from Anastasia and Lachesis to Bastet and well...Bastet? She left behind no clues and at this point she had grown clueless about how this meeting how gone south so quickly but it had, and she was no longer enjoying his company, no matter how easily his sweet sincere words worked to draw her back in. "I'm sorry Lachesis...I can't do this, it hurts too much..." and she turned on her toes, feeling a wave of relief wash over her when her back faced him; at least at this angle she could no longer be sucked back in.

She ran from him, it was cowardly of her but it was the only thing she could think to do in order to stop the pain, and when she felt that she had gone far enough, to where his scent no longer burned her nose and excited her heart, she stopped. Her breathing was ragged, not from exhaustion but from the sadness that overcame her from the events that had taken place, in all of a few hours the encounter had changed from helping Lachesis to possibly hurting him further and it pained her. She suddenly felt sick and disappointed in herself but she kept walking, wanting to get as far away from his memory as she could, and when she could muster standing in his presence maybe then she could face him and properly apologize, for now she simply lifted her head to emit a sad howl. She had lost Lachesis, she had lost herself, and now their relationship was shattered and potentially over, at this realization she mourned the loss of her friend and the happiness they once shared and wondered if they could go back to what it once was. Could they move forward?