Heartleaf Creek I'm GonnA MakE yOU NuMb!

Some time had passed. Time had passed by and so far, the wounds that the young fea had come out here to heal had only gotten worse. After her first encounter out here with a truly horrid male named Kiche, she'd only gotten worse. His was the final straw, the last little nudge that had pushed her over the edge. Where was her hero, Zaratul, the big timber wolf, to help her now? He was oh so far away. He wasn't here to guide her anymore, and he'd been the one male, no, the one wolf she'd truly been able to trust. <br>
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The white fea walked like the wounded animal that she was through the woods. Her mind was truly lost in thought, her eyes where shut, her face aimed at ground and her head low, her ears laid back on her skull. Her paws just short of dragged underneath her, and her tail dragged behind her. Rickalaru was another lost soul lost in the woods. After a steady decline the young fea'd found her rock bottom.<br>
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As she made her way through the trees, she could recall the steps she'd gone through. At first she'd pretended that she was over it, that it didn't bother her, that she was fine. But the anger built up to where that lie could no longer exist. The anger. The ugly anger. Then she'd tried to start healing, but she didn't want anyone to baby her or take pity or feel sorry for her. Now she was in depression, and would give the world for someone to try and nurse her back into function. Rickalaru had become the one thing she'd never wanted to become. Pathetic. <br>
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The trees parted and a clearing formed. Through that clearing ran a stream. But the white fea didn't notice at first. She didn't open her eyes until she stepped into the water. The wolf waded into the water, and it came up around all four of her paws, nearly up to the elbow. And there she stood as she gazed deep into her eyes reflected in the water. Two green eyes, dull, almost all luster had been worn out of them. They where heavy and tired. A face too tired to show emotion. A thin scar underneath her left eye. It was like a bitter pill.<br>
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After a moment, song began to flow from her lips, and to her at least, the words where strangely fitting and maybe even a small be comforting. <b>"I'm gonna make you numb. I'm gonna make you dumb. I'm gonna make your... completely worthless now..."</b> But as soon as the wolf's voice rose in song, her song faded from the wind. Part of her hoped someone had heard. And another part of her just hoped that she'd remain unnoticed.

<blockquote>The puppies were here, but much to little to play with. There eyes were not open yet, and the only thing they needed was their mother. Two boys, and a girl he smirked slightly being reminded that's how his litter had been. Triell, Kinis, and Borlla. He was anxious to see how the little ones would grow, what personalities they might have as they would have their parents. All Triell could do was wait, and he hated the waiting game. Large paws carried him through the grove, and along the river, mxed feelings carried in his chest. A part of him was missing his own mother, the onyx coated lady he hardly knew, and the other was trying to take on his adult role. His first birthday had come, and he felt the need to put childish things aside. He did want to be taken seriously as the man he was now.

It was hard. A switch hadn't been flipped automaticly making him an adult, he looked the part more so now with thick muscle under is sleek black coat, and the heigth of his elder brother. But he still felt like a boy without a real cause. Unsure what to do, he was hoping to run into someone, anyone to take his mind off things. He hadn't seen Adonia, and was tempted to find her. Play a new game, even go on a little hunt. Of coarse it would have been nice to talk to Indru, but he didn't want to bother the new father. And Ruiko? He wasn't sure where he, and Kinis were. He was rather hoping they would come visit. If Borlla was well different, maybe he'd talk to her. He hadn't seen much of his sister either. Part of him didn't want to start trouble.

Clearing his throat, his tail waved half heartily while his nostrils twitched, trying to find a scent to distract his brain. Everything was familiar, and nothing new. He lazily pranced long the damp creek bed, wondering what he should do with himself. Suddenly a voice was on the wind, something about making you numb. Wide ears perked high on his head, and a brow quirked. What? Picking up a quicker gate he stepped, his interest taking him forward wondering if it was his imagination or not.

It was not, a white lady was in the water looking a sad, tried picture of things. <b>"Miss?"</b> He called out, unsure if she really was real or not. She could be a ghost, couldn't she? A sad, mourning spirit.</blockquote>

are you with me through it all?

After a moment, Rickalaru lowered her head to drink from the creek that she stood in before deciding to continue. Had the wolf gone unnoticed, she would have perhaps gone to catch some kind of food, something light like a fish or a squirrel. After that she most likely would have continued to walk until the sun was gone and the moon was high it the sky, and curled up under the nearest bush or shrub and try to hide from the world. Like she didn't exist. That was Rickalaru's state of being at the moment. Yes, she was alive, but barely. Barely a living being, existing on the very edge of the definition of a life form.

Had this wolf been a fea then perhaps she'd have welcomed the interaction alittle more. But instead, it was a male. Her lips pulled into a grumpy scowl and her brow furrowed with anger as her tail tucked into her stomach, a habit that she'd carried around males ever sense that wolf that had forced himself upon her. Normally she would have snapped at the male and barked her words, but she quickly noticed how young he was. He couldn't be much more than a yearling from what she could see.

With a deep sigh, her face softened some to become much less angry, but still grumpy. Her tail however, remained tucked beneath her. With a grumpy voice laced with sorrow, she addressed him. <b>"What do you want, boy?"</b> as she turned and began to walk out of the water so that she stood on dry ground once more.

<blockquote>His presence was clearly not a welcoming comfort to the lady. He tried to stand indifferent as not to upset her further, though he wasn't sure what he'd done in the first place. It was much too late to dissapear, and he'd just treat this as a delicate situation. She could just not want any company, or who knew her mental state.

She took a longer look, and it some how changed her, not by much but just enough for him to have a spark of hope she might not be a helpless cause. Her tone was much like her expression, and he held his tongue silent while she withdrew from the stream. He didn't want anything, therefore he wasn't sure what to reply. Swallowing back as an unthought reaction, his front limbs shfifted.

<b>"Nothing, just wondered if you were okay,"</b> he said in his deepening, more innocent tone. He did well not to look at her directly, not wanting to challange or pry. If she wanted he'd turn away, or let her go. He couldn't make anyone be happy anymore than he could fly.</blockquote>

are you with me through it all?