Wild Cherry Orchard Faceless

This is set directly after <a href='http://relic-lore.net/index.php?showtopic=3293' target='_blank'>this thread</a>. He has just woken from the dream. All welcome!

<blockquote>The darkness that slept around him had slowly started lifted, the first glimpse of morning was all around him. He had not gone back to sleep since the dream that was too vivid for him to think of, it hurt to much too dwell and yet he had thought of nothing else all night. The faceless wolf haunted him, like the ghost of his father who had yet to show his face. He couldn't push her out of his mind, but every time he tried to recall the brief glimpse he had gotten, his head denied him access to the memory with a sharp sting to the brain. Her voice was forgotten, replying her words and laughter he inwardly heard his own drawl. Her scent was gone, make believe and her warm touch left him hours ago. He was cold now.

A groan from his stomach took his mind away from his deep thoughts. He supposed he should get something to eat- it had been a few days after all and his shoulder, whilst still very sore, could perhaps better the strain of a hunt now. Carefully, and with a protest from his sore joint, he rose to his tall height and slipped out of the small cave he had found to rest the night in. The snow must have fallen against last night, a fresh, crisp blanket covered the land as he left the cave mouth. Bare tree limbs were covered in a good four inches of snow, piled too high that it might topple with the lightest breeze. The ground outside the cave was untouched, no one had been near his chamber... not that they would of found him sleeping of course.

His leather pads touched the snow without grace. He didn't care about breaking the beautiful, glittery substance. He just cared about breakfast and heading towards the mountains. He wasn't sure why, but when he had been searching for a place to sleep the night before, he had sat within a clearing and simply looked upon the mountains that loomed over the lands. Something had called to him, not a voice or a song, but something within him stirred and told him that was the way he had to go. He was determined to follow that instinct. It was going to be a long journey, but he was no stranger to days of no sleep, no food or even knowing where the hell he was going. He was however, a stranger of late to the absence of his father. <b>"Will you show yourself. I'm fed up with this game."</b> he hissed to the air, but received no response. He didn't want to believe his father had abandoned him again, he had been the only thing to keep him sane on his journey from the darkness. He didn't remember anything from before he had reunited with the image of his father, his life was a black void or it had been up until that nasty crack on the head, when images, voices and even random memories and dreams had started to come back to him. Slowly and they made no sense, but he couldn't ignore them. Likewise he couldn't ignore the pang in his gut. He needed something to eat.

With a sign, he moved away from his "motel" and headed towards an area he had never been before. The orchard must have been pretty in the spring and summer months. In the winter it looked bare, and the long spindly fingers of the trees above looked sinister rather then lovely. It was quiet here. Peaceful to some. The trunks themselves were rooted to the floor in a manner that made a path, a fence made of wood to guide him through as he began his hunt for food. He couldn't catch anything large, a rabbit or hare if he was super lucky, but with the cold biting as his injured shoulder, he didn't think anything of that size... or even that had been alive recently would be on the menu. Good thing he wasn't a proud guy because scraps and leftovers would never be beneath him. Especially when he was this hungry.</blockquote>

Day by day snow was now starting to heavily coat the ground. At every twist and turn would be tiny signs that wildlife was starting to go into hibernation. Not being able to completely form the pack or joining one would cause seriously problems now, and it was almost the time of the year when depending on others and them depending on you would be hardest. This winter, Nina Reinier may as well of joined Willow Ridge instead of going through with her plan. She knew that the remains of Copper Rock Creek needed her the most and she would do anything in her power to pull them through their rough times, but now she was slowing starting to become tired. She was pushing through it all though, and she would remain strong for them, just like she always had. Perhaps a visit to her dear brother would make it better.

Her paws were now unconsciously taking her to the last place she had seen her brother, when all four of her dear close family had fought, Nina had slightly hurt herself in the process of breaking them up, but the injury was worth it. Her leg was now healed…at least for the most part it was. She could do pretty much everything, except run at a decent pace. It was good enough for her though. Before all she had been worried about was being able to walk normally again, and now she could do so much more. Berried smashed underneath her paws as she walked forward, her head held high and proud as she scanned the trees surrounding her, the poisonous berries beneath her paws hissing with every step.

Nothing was stopping her until a voice called out into existence. Her tail immediately went stiff and the hair along her spin started to bristle. There was danger…she knew that voice, but any memory of it had vanished from her mind, and it would seem that today would not be a good day for the wind to be in her favor. Every blood cell in her body was telling her to take off and leave this mystery wolf be, but curiosity would always get to rule over her and her paws picked up their speed as she entered the clearing to where she had heard the voice. Her one good eye instantly zoned in on the black form in front of her.

It was the monster she had met when she had first entered the land…the first wolf she had ever encountered in Relic Lore. Her eye was filled with hate, but she masked it immediately as she addressed the ugly male, "Rhysis." Her voice was cold and business like, her head lifting slightly. Her tail remained neutral though…these were not her lands, and she wasn’t sure if she would have any lands to call her own. She stood silently though, taking in her now returned enemy. Why did he have to have returned?

It seems when you're around, my life is complete.