Skeletal Hill when i see stars thats all they are

For @Neha

The agouti Vuesain wasn't sure why his paws led him back to the Lore. Perhaps it was the guilt that threatened to rip apart his soul or the loneliness that was destroying him though he refused to let anyone into his life. He was a nomad at heart. He didn't need anyone to help him or save him. He was self-sufficient never depending on anyone for his own survival, he kept that securely in his own paws. Granted, he was a master thief, easily stealing food from packs he passed by, even earning himself a few scars after some close calls. Still, his paws led him back to his birthplace, though the Vuesain never seemed to find it home.

With the dense tree cover overhead, the Vuesain man trekked further through the Lore, not sure what his next move was going to be.

 

(This post was last modified: Feb 24, 2018, 04:03 AM by Aleister.)

 

With a grimace flickering across her once pretty face, chocolate eyes narrowed into slits. Her entire body ached, her muscles burning with protest. She supposed she deserved this, but that blonde bastard more so. Some wolves were just intolerable. The old Neha would have given him an earful and walked away, but not this time. After it was all over, she saw little point in lingering in the forest of bones. It only made her feel more depressed, more worthless.

She headed out, away from the heart of this gloomy place with no real destination in mind. She didn't care either. She almost could have collapsed right there amidst the bones and let fate take its course. But pushed on by some unseen guidance she didn't understand, the Vuesain kept moving. She had options....she always had. There was Ember in Aurora Heights with open arms. And there was her birthplace, Fallen Tree Cove, where her mother was once again. Yet she refused all of them, convinced in her own mind that she belonged nowhere. Head downcast, she wasn't watching where she was going and stumbled into something...or more like someone, with a pained grunt. Her legs buckled and she crashed to her stomach, weakened.

 

Neha can often be found close to Aleister's side and therefore may appear in any of his threads.

Mindlessly wandering as he seemed to do frequently, he didn't have a sense of direction or pull towards any one place. Instead, the Vuesain zig-zagged through the thick forest, his mismatched eyes looking up towards the darkening night sky above him as he trekked further through unknown territory. Letting his paws take him, he didn't realize how close he was getting to the past he avoided at all costs. It was creeping closer and closer to him as the fur along his spine stood on end at the sights around him. The ghosts that lingering within these forests were enough to scare him away.

Though before he could retreat from these somber lands, something or rather someone ran into him as he round around a tree. "Hey! Watch--" Before he could finish, whoever blindly ran into him crumbled to the ground at his feet. His nose lowering to inspect the stranger after he took a few steps back to build some distance. The bloody wolf looked like hell or rather they just walked through hell and were back. "Hey, you okay?" He asked sofly, his head lowering to look at her a little closer. Was she even awake?

 

A lynx has left behind the remains of a deer. +5 Health

 

With a groan she attempted to lift her head from the ground. She was winded and everything around her felt as if it were spinning. As she peeled open her eyes, met with that same scenery of snow, dead leaves and bones, the ground seemed to teeter one way and then the other. Despite laying perfectly flat on the ground, something had thrown her equilibrium off. Hopefully it would correct itself in time.

What she did not expect to hear was a voice. A masculine one, checking if she was alright. Which plainly, she wasn't. The natural beauty of her pale golden agouti fur was hidden under layers of dirt and grime, disheveled from lack of proper grooming. Her almost petite stature appeared even smaller than usual thanks to the considerable amount of weight she had lost. Any more and one would just be able to see her ribs. Fresh blood, both hers and that which was not, stained her fur. Her first reaction at hearing the masculine voice was to raise her hackles, her lip curling defensively. Had the bastard come back to finish her off? Fine...she would welcome it at this point. But as her gaze fell on the set of paws at her side, she realized she was dealing with someone different entirely. Blinking in confusion, she slowly looked up to meet his face. In wide eyed shock, she stared into a mis-matched gaze of yellow and blue. Her ears pressed back, flat on her crown. "W-who...Sachiel...?" She managed in a weak, hoarse whisper.

 

Neha can often be found close to Aleister's side and therefore may appear in any of his threads.

Wow, she looked like hell, he thought as he inspected her further, noticing her thin frame and missing fur. She was in rough shape and from the looks of it, just got out of a fight with another as cuts littered her body as well as another's blood that mixed in with hers. Who would attack someone in this shape? Obviously from the looks of her, she couldn't be much of a match for anyone in healthy shape, but he couldn't know what went on back there where she had come from.

As she groaned and attempted to lift her head up, he lowered himself down upon towards ground with her, tucking his legs under him as he peered back at her. After a few moments of rest, the female lifted her head to peer at him once again as her ears pinned against her skull. His ears mimicking hers, what was wrong? Did he do something? She struggled to speak, but a name came out of of her maw, one truly unfamiliar to him. However, as he peered into her face, her features (despite the blood and dirt) seemed to grow more familiar. Though he couldn't place a paw on it.

Shaking his head, "No, I'm not Sachiel. I'm Aleister."

 

 

The longer she looked at this dark agouti male, the more prominent the tickle of a memory became. Those mismatched eyes... The colors were perfect. But their placement was like looking at a mirrored version of her son. And when this stranger confirmed with a shake of his head that he was not Sachiel, she slowly began to realize. Wide brown eyes slowly filled with recognition and understanding. The final peice of the puzzle slipped into place when the mystery wolf stated his real name. Aleister.

Weakly, she drew her head back in shock, as if to get a truly clear look at him. To be sure she hadn't gone mad, that her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. The last time she had seen him he wasn't even fully grown, and she had yelled at him. But his eyes, those marking were still the same. He had filled out, grown larger. Matured. "A-Aleister?" Her voice cracked with a pathetic whine as her entire body was stricken with the shivers. "Is...that really you?" Her voice nearly dissipated. In her sorry state she did not have the energy to do much. With what little she had, the fallen Princess threw herself forward, into and against the body of her blood brother. Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed into the fur of his neck, while somewhere amongst the multitude of scents in her fur, lay her true identity, alive and well. Two long lost siblings were reunited at last.

 

Neha can often be found close to Aleister's side and therefore may appear in any of his threads.

The Vuesain man had been gone for so long, too long really. He hadn't seen his siblings in years, they weren't even yearlings yet when he last laid eyes on his litter-mates. The fault was solely upon Aleister's shoulders as his nomadic heart took over when he was only a mere child, taking him away from his homeland and outside of the Lore for years. The agouti attempted to return, but found his wandering paws won over, taking him right back away from his family that he didn't realize needed him. He had missed so much.

He couldn't even recognize his own sister's face as she laid upon the snow covered ground in a heap of exhaustion. Aleister still didn't recognize her until she repeated his name, her voice ringing in his ears. The soft voice bringing back all the childhood memories he tried to forgot and bury. She whined then making his heart squeeze with sadness and guilt. Nodding, he struggled to find words. "Yes- its me," he answered before she threw herself closer to him, burying her head into his neck as she sobbed against him. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't believe his sister was this rough looking woman who shouldn't be out on her own like this, on the brink of death.

Without thinking, the Vuesain curled his head around hers protectively as she sobbed into his fur. His own mismatched eyes filling with sadness and concern. What had happened?