(This thread is closed to everyone save for Flare and myself for now (and maybe for the whole time) this is gonna be dicy enough without others involved XD Let's just say I have a weird feeling about this).
After Siltharyn had made her good-byes, she had begun her decent down the Mountains. It was hard going, between the simple fact that she now had another mind within her own, the very fact that said conscious mind was wrapped around her neck as a demonic collar didn't help either. Then, there was the simple fact that Siltharyn was under mental and emotional shock. The physical shock wasn't helping either quite honestly. Blood still dripped a bit from Siltharyn's deeper wounds, such as the one from her shoulder. She really didn't notice any of it, not even the burning after effects of Rishcath's blood on her body. No, the reason she didn't know this was the burning question in her mind of 'why'.
Why had he done it? Rishcath could not use the energy he got out of her for himself. The two participants could not use it unless someone outside of the pair of them helped place the energy into their bodies such as Barbannis did. So what did he hope to gain? Another question was far more complicated. For Siltharyn, she wasn't entirely sure who she was, but more importantly, was everything she was experiencing now real? If it was that was a relief, but as of the moment she hadn't gotten a chance to try and rid herself of any unnatural chemicals in her body. There were ways she learned, different medicines and the like that she could get rid of them with. However, she didn't have the time now, not with a passenger.
The passenger she was carrying, was not exactly a 'person' per-se, instead He was a Collar. And said Collar was wrapped around Siltharyn's neck. Subconsciously she couldn't help but expect him to constrict every now and then just because. Siltharyn was terrified of being held by any means, and a collar meant ownership in some ways, like dogs and the like, and she would never be owned by anyone. As it was, she was too busy trying to understand things to pay much mind to the Collar.
Several times down the Mountains, Siltharyn nearly tripped and started to fall, only to catch herself as her heart thudded in her ears. She wasn't not being careful, she just couldn't see past the burning eyes that rested in their sockets. Partially burning from tears unshed and the lack of sleep she had suffered since speaking with Onin (the only real sleep she had gotten for a while). Which was about a day ago. She had been unconscious yes, but hadn't gotten any rest because she had been fighting that. Lack of sleep had made it harder for her to move around on the Mountain side.
You found all that highly amusing I'm guessing. She said absentmindedly to the Collar. She didn't even bother asking. Evil is as evil does and Evil finds everything dark and sinister amusing. If you even get any ideas of things to do to Dejah I swear I'll rip you to bits myself. There was a real threat in that growl of the mind from Siltharyn. The wolf was slowly becoming more and more protective of the ones around her. She couldn't stand to loose any one else.
Looking around, Siltharyn finally realized where she was, on the side of a cliff. Great. She thought to herself, but she slowly edged up to it. Looking down it wasn't that far of a drop. Normally she may not have hesitated. It would have been bone jarring, but not harmful since any damage would be healed right away, but right now? Siltharyn turned and started working her way down the slow way. Picking her way carefully among the sharp rocks so as not to cut open her paw pads, one of the only parts of her that wasn't injured. Looking where she was going was harder then normal. The emotional issues were only mounting as the shock slowly started to wear off. Physically she was still way into shock, but her emotional state was almost always faster to snap back to normal then her physical one. With the wounds she had suffered, Siltharyn was actually telling her body not to heal them at the moment. The physical pain told her mind that this was real and that was what she was grasping on. She was smart enough to know that if this world was real, she couldn't depend on anyone's word that it was real or not. For all she knew, it could be part of an illusion.
Her heart wanted to scream at her, tell her that this was real because Rishcath could not be cleaver enough to come up with such a variety of creatures in this forest and it was to that knowledge that she clung to. Up until coming to Deep Forest she knew that he could have never met a Tyrai, or a creature quite like Onin. Two creatures who were from a completely different realm, their like didn't exist on Tanmari.
Her mind chased itself in circles until she finally got so distracted that she missed a step, and started to tumble down the Mountains. Not even screaming or yelping out, Siltharyn remained quiet outside as well as inside. She was too tired, too troubled to bother. When she came to a stop, she simply laid there, not bothering to get up for a moment. It would be so easy to just stop all of this, but then again I wasn't born a quitter, mother, at least, would be ashamed if I gave up. At least I know she has to be real. A pup cannot be born without a mother. She was thinking to herself, doing her best to shield the thoughts she spoke aloud to herself from the Collar. Siltharyn wasn't enjoying the idea that he seemed to be in her head. It worried her that she didn't know exactly how powerful he was.
Slowly, Siltharyn heaved herself up, wincing at the new bruises that were forming, but grasping onto that pain as a proof of reality. Then again, reality is just based off one's own opinion of the truth, isn't it? She asked quietly into thin air. Siltharyn wasn't stupid, she knew things were far more complicated then what was often told or known. Finally, she started to make her way down the Mountains again, limping badly on her left side from before and from now. Ryvius had done a pretty good job of banging her up and she hadn't fully healed.
Moving her ears to the side, she could hear the River just a short ways off. By now it was about two and a half hours until dusk. Though it would take her another half an hour to get down the Mountain now, not too far, she could probably do it in half that time if it weren't for how banged up she was.
There was nothing for it, she continued to work her way down until she finally felt grass under her paws. Then, it was only a short jog to the edge of the River where she bent down and took a few laps of water. Looking around, Siltharyn sat down and her hackles rose as she spoke directly to the Collar.
So what now? She tried to keep her tone even, but she couldn't hold back all of her disgust for the thing around her neck.
(Flare, I just kinda guessed that when we get a chance for last posts in the Mountains that the Collar would have told Silth to head to the River, hope that's okay with you.)
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The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
RP Season: Summer
This means everything is green, flowers are everywhere, and the shining sun creates a need for shady shelter on the warmest days.
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You never know what you can do, 'till you try.
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((That’s fine, I’ll try to remember ^^))
The wolf was quite an entertaining creature. Her body was racked with pain from her ordeal. She didn’t have to let him in for him to know. The wounds all over her body turned her fine white fur different shades of red. The truth that the shadow creature had told her caused her trouble. What was her life? Not what she’d thought this whole time. What she’d been told was probably something of her nightmares. Nightmares could make us stronger or haunt us forever…
The Collar was silent. She’d blocked herself from him and he had little to say right then and there. He had no concern for her emotional state. Her physical might bring him to wonder. That is what decided whether or not he was going to get back. He was sure though his charge would be after him. There was a mental sigh though because of the light. During the day, Banta was a problem for him. Her personality was sometimes over bearing. If the feline decided she liked her freedom for the moment, then Dejah was not coming for him.
He chuckled to himself, freedom. What a concept! Even if Banta had some influence during the day it was still the half-breed that was there. She would be bound by her own chains and stay. She’d stay put the whole day in front or about that den she couldn’t let go of. The wind spirit may have given her life to give the gargoyle a new hope, but she was still tied to protecting that cave. All the better for him.
He paid little mind to the tired wolf till he was addressed.
You found all that highly amusing I'm guessing.
He didn’t reply. There was the impression of a smirk.
If you even get any ideas of things to do to Dejah I swear I'll rip you to bits myself.
<Heh,> replied the Collar to her words and growl, <Is that so little wolf? Do you really think my slave would let you? She needs me. I am her addiction.> The wolf continued her trek trying to get down. She climbed down careful of the dangers. He knew, could tell where her mind was without being in it. Was everything about her real? Was this a lie? Her life was now.
The Collar laughed. All this silences from her. She was questioning everything she knew. She had to be there was no other possibility. <I assure you Siltharyn, if you have trouble deciding, I am quite real. I am here with you.> A missed step let the wolf tumble down the mountain. The Collar yawned to himself during the ride. It wasn’t his body battered by the rocky landscape.
When she picked herself up, she let a thought loose.
Then again, reality is just based off one's own opinion of the truth, isn't it?
<Experiences and what we believe the truth is,> he said with another ‘heh’, <Your sense of reality has been shattered, no? So it doesn’t matter.> She was limping pretty badly, but once more it wasn’t his problem. As long as the wolf kept moving it was not something for him to worry about. He watched the time as best he could with only another sigh.
The wolf got herself to the river and the Collar remained silent. There wasn’t enough time. Dejah always walked, never in a hurry even if the feline form had wings. There was no way things would get done before she had to sleep. That stupid gargoyle curse interfered in so many ways. The wolfess took a drink and then she did something that made the Collar raise a figurative brow, she sat down. Now this might be a problem…
So what now?
He smiled at the disgust she shared with him. Hating him was welcomed. He wasn’t here to be liked. He was here to get back to his slave. <Such is the question,> he said dryly, <You have taken too long.> His voice was a growl as he blocked himself off to think. They had time to kill before he could get back. Perhaps he could rely on the healer’s good nature. She had nothing that would pose a threat to his slave’s frozen form, which he knew of, if he was to take her there. She’d been pretty close before after Banta had made things more difficult. He would have to give her the directions, there was no scent to follow…
He debated to himself. If she did anything as stupid and did succeed in destroying his slave he’d be stuck with this creature. There was a wince in his mind. He despised Siltharyn on some level. Being round her neck for years would be testing. She was too use to free will…
Slowly he let himself be heard again starting with a laugh. That would be perfect, <In the direction of the Lost Fields, do you remember that meadow where Arthaios left?>
The wolf was quite an entertaining creature. Her body was racked with pain from her ordeal. She didn’t have to let him in for him to know. The wounds all over her body turned her fine white fur different shades of red. The truth that the shadow creature had told her caused her trouble. What was her life? Not what she’d thought this whole time. What she’d been told was probably something of her nightmares. Nightmares could make us stronger or haunt us forever…
The Collar was silent. She’d blocked herself from him and he had little to say right then and there. He had no concern for her emotional state. Her physical might bring him to wonder. That is what decided whether or not he was going to get back. He was sure though his charge would be after him. There was a mental sigh though because of the light. During the day, Banta was a problem for him. Her personality was sometimes over bearing. If the feline decided she liked her freedom for the moment, then Dejah was not coming for him.
He chuckled to himself, freedom. What a concept! Even if Banta had some influence during the day it was still the half-breed that was there. She would be bound by her own chains and stay. She’d stay put the whole day in front or about that den she couldn’t let go of. The wind spirit may have given her life to give the gargoyle a new hope, but she was still tied to protecting that cave. All the better for him.
He paid little mind to the tired wolf till he was addressed.
You found all that highly amusing I'm guessing.
He didn’t reply. There was the impression of a smirk.
If you even get any ideas of things to do to Dejah I swear I'll rip you to bits myself.
<Heh,> replied the Collar to her words and growl, <Is that so little wolf? Do you really think my slave would let you? She needs me. I am her addiction.> The wolf continued her trek trying to get down. She climbed down careful of the dangers. He knew, could tell where her mind was without being in it. Was everything about her real? Was this a lie? Her life was now.
The Collar laughed. All this silences from her. She was questioning everything she knew. She had to be there was no other possibility. <I assure you Siltharyn, if you have trouble deciding, I am quite real. I am here with you.> A missed step let the wolf tumble down the mountain. The Collar yawned to himself during the ride. It wasn’t his body battered by the rocky landscape.
When she picked herself up, she let a thought loose.
Then again, reality is just based off one's own opinion of the truth, isn't it?
<Experiences and what we believe the truth is,> he said with another ‘heh’, <Your sense of reality has been shattered, no? So it doesn’t matter.> She was limping pretty badly, but once more it wasn’t his problem. As long as the wolf kept moving it was not something for him to worry about. He watched the time as best he could with only another sigh.
The wolf got herself to the river and the Collar remained silent. There wasn’t enough time. Dejah always walked, never in a hurry even if the feline form had wings. There was no way things would get done before she had to sleep. That stupid gargoyle curse interfered in so many ways. The wolfess took a drink and then she did something that made the Collar raise a figurative brow, she sat down. Now this might be a problem…
So what now?
He smiled at the disgust she shared with him. Hating him was welcomed. He wasn’t here to be liked. He was here to get back to his slave. <Such is the question,> he said dryly, <You have taken too long.> His voice was a growl as he blocked himself off to think. They had time to kill before he could get back. Perhaps he could rely on the healer’s good nature. She had nothing that would pose a threat to his slave’s frozen form, which he knew of, if he was to take her there. She’d been pretty close before after Banta had made things more difficult. He would have to give her the directions, there was no scent to follow…
He debated to himself. If she did anything as stupid and did succeed in destroying his slave he’d be stuck with this creature. There was a wince in his mind. He despised Siltharyn on some level. Being round her neck for years would be testing. She was too use to free will…
Slowly he let himself be heard again starting with a laugh. That would be perfect, <In the direction of the Lost Fields, do you remember that meadow where Arthaios left?>
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The River was calmer at this point in the bend and quite honestly, Siltharyn was highly tempted to jump in just to annoy the Collar that was now about her neck. His comment on him being real, what did it really matter? Whether he was or wasn't, she wouldn't trust his word anyway. Besides, should he have been an illusion, for all she knew it could be someone else speaking for him. For something so smart you sure are stupid. She said with a yawn, slowly lowering herself to lay down by the River to watch the approaching sunset. It was still about two hours 'till dusk, but she didn't care. She had all the time in the world right now. I cannot trust your word either way, especially since the illusions that were my life evidently were as real to me then as you are now. So tell me, Collar, how do you tell what is real and what is not? You cannot. All I know is that I live and breath, all I can tell is that I am real from my point of view. Siltharyn's words were more calm then she really was. She was starting to grow a little detached of everything at the moment. Not really paying attention to the being that was fastened around her neck.
When he mentioned she had taken too long, she let out a long, wide, yawn. Mmm well you get on your own four feet and walk down the Mountain yourself next time. She simply said, laying her head on her paws licking her teeth. She waited quietly as he cut her off, she didn't even flinch, didn't care. Instead she closed her eyes for a moment and went through the process of at least killing off the infections in her wounds. She didn't feel like dying, false reality or no. It was when the Collar spoke to her that Siltharyn once more opened her eyes and tilted her ears off to the other side of the River.
I may and I may not. She said quietly, not really interested in giving him a straight answer. Either way, I do not plan to be your best of burden all night long going where and when you wish to go. She stood up and then looked around and made up her mind. She quickly unbelted the pirate mount that wrapped around her body, Healer's pouch, and cloth on her waist and waded into the water. For a time, she shut her mind off completely to the Collar it seemed to work and she didn't care. If he tried anything she'd send a jolt of energy into his very body. He would either do things her way, or nothing would get done at all.
Siltharyn dived beneath the water and shook around, twisting in a circle and washed away Rishcath's blood. The cold water was relief on her burnt flesh, and quite honestly, without this reprieve, even if she agreed to go with the Collar (or more-so take him) to the meadow, she would have probably collapsed half-way there and done no one any good. She moved back up and onto the shore and shook herself out, her fur bristling as her wounds healed over. She wasn't going anywhere if she wasn't healed at least. She was tired of everything. At the very least she could feel good in the body, even if in the soul she was still being ripped in two.
Exhaustion was creeping up on her, and for a moment Siltharyn toyed with the idea of falling asleep, but at the same time... if He could enter her mind completely, what was it He could do?
Mmm, what were we talking about again? She asked knowing full well what it was they were talking about. Oh, right. You wanted me to take you to Dejah. Hmmm let me see here, let me think, seems to me you need her more then she needs you. But I could always be wrong. Siltharyn chuckled softly to herself as she repeated some of the words said to her before, said by someone, well, the words she repeated sent a shiver through her fur.
It was to those recent memories that she clung to and examined to the finest detail to the very way her fur moved when she was relieved, frightened, or hurting. The Collar around her neck felt real and she stopped her paw mid-way from reaching up and touching Him to assure herself that He was really there, for all she could feel Him around her neck, the way his body rubbed against her fur and skin when she moved. It irritated her and caused her to be either frustrated or slightly panicked to feel the band around her neck. For all that He was alive, she didn't enjoy the thought.
Laying down once more in the grass she started to lick at her fur, completely ignoring the fact that she should be moving before she fell asleep. Besides. How do I know that the moment I get you back to Dejah you won't mess with her any more then you probably already have? If she's able to give you up for several hours, I'm sure she could work through her addiction given a little time and some... help. Siltharyn twisted the last word, hinting at the fact that every creature one day finds someone that they care about more then themselves. Siltharyn had no idea about Dejah and Dakota, but it was a natural part of life that she had been taught.
When he mentioned she had taken too long, she let out a long, wide, yawn. Mmm well you get on your own four feet and walk down the Mountain yourself next time. She simply said, laying her head on her paws licking her teeth. She waited quietly as he cut her off, she didn't even flinch, didn't care. Instead she closed her eyes for a moment and went through the process of at least killing off the infections in her wounds. She didn't feel like dying, false reality or no. It was when the Collar spoke to her that Siltharyn once more opened her eyes and tilted her ears off to the other side of the River.
I may and I may not. She said quietly, not really interested in giving him a straight answer. Either way, I do not plan to be your best of burden all night long going where and when you wish to go. She stood up and then looked around and made up her mind. She quickly unbelted the pirate mount that wrapped around her body, Healer's pouch, and cloth on her waist and waded into the water. For a time, she shut her mind off completely to the Collar it seemed to work and she didn't care. If he tried anything she'd send a jolt of energy into his very body. He would either do things her way, or nothing would get done at all.
Siltharyn dived beneath the water and shook around, twisting in a circle and washed away Rishcath's blood. The cold water was relief on her burnt flesh, and quite honestly, without this reprieve, even if she agreed to go with the Collar (or more-so take him) to the meadow, she would have probably collapsed half-way there and done no one any good. She moved back up and onto the shore and shook herself out, her fur bristling as her wounds healed over. She wasn't going anywhere if she wasn't healed at least. She was tired of everything. At the very least she could feel good in the body, even if in the soul she was still being ripped in two.
Exhaustion was creeping up on her, and for a moment Siltharyn toyed with the idea of falling asleep, but at the same time... if He could enter her mind completely, what was it He could do?
Mmm, what were we talking about again? She asked knowing full well what it was they were talking about. Oh, right. You wanted me to take you to Dejah. Hmmm let me see here, let me think, seems to me you need her more then she needs you. But I could always be wrong. Siltharyn chuckled softly to herself as she repeated some of the words said to her before, said by someone, well, the words she repeated sent a shiver through her fur.
It was to those recent memories that she clung to and examined to the finest detail to the very way her fur moved when she was relieved, frightened, or hurting. The Collar around her neck felt real and she stopped her paw mid-way from reaching up and touching Him to assure herself that He was really there, for all she could feel Him around her neck, the way his body rubbed against her fur and skin when she moved. It irritated her and caused her to be either frustrated or slightly panicked to feel the band around her neck. For all that He was alive, she didn't enjoy the thought.
Laying down once more in the grass she started to lick at her fur, completely ignoring the fact that she should be moving before she fell asleep. Besides. How do I know that the moment I get you back to Dejah you won't mess with her any more then you probably already have? If she's able to give you up for several hours, I'm sure she could work through her addiction given a little time and some... help. Siltharyn twisted the last word, hinting at the fact that every creature one day finds someone that they care about more then themselves. Siltharyn had no idea about Dejah and Dakota, but it was a natural part of life that she had been taught.
You never know what you can do, 'till you try.
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<I never asked to be trusted,> he hissed at her,<If I’m not real then, take me off little wolf...> His words were probably lost to her. She was in denial of everything even him. If nothing to her was real right now, then perhaps he’d have to make sure she knew he was real. The idea was disgusting to him. No, she’d believe with other ways then those so drastic and sickening.
She ignored him more and concentrated on herself. He felt the changes in her body, didn’t knew exactly what she was doing, but knew something was changing. Obviously whether or not she believed in this being a false reality and questioning her very existence wasn’t enough for her to give up. Aw, at least she cared enough to want to live or didn’t want to die right then and there. Yes, the wolf dying right then and there might have caused him a great deal of trouble…
I may and I may not.
She didn’t give a straight answer. The wolfess wanted to play…
Either way, I do not plan to be your beast of burden all night long going where and when you wish to go.
Didn’t work that way, but the Collar kept himself silent. A laugh was the only escape from him. He didn’t need her all night. He just needed her for a few hours after the sun fell. His pull was strong enough to bring Dejah across the world, but he knew what was left of her so called guardian was the reason he was still stuck here. As soon as he’d appeared on the mountain with Meali, she should have come for him. But time had passed and time was a great weakness…
A ‘brow’ rose as the wolf stripped down to her fur. She had some plans for the water? Siltharyn’s mind closed to him, not like it was really open to begin with. The wolfess jumped into the water. It was a little chilly kind of like the water that one night…
Hmm. thought the Collar to himself as the wolf danced under the water washing her body of its plague. He might actually be able to use that one of these days all thanks to this wolf. Wolves were such trouble. Dejah should know better, but her mistakes were his gains.
Mmm, what were we talking about again?
She was being smart with him.
Oh, right. You wanted me to take you to Dejah. Hmmm let me see here, let me think, seems to me you need her more then she needs you. But I could always be wrong.
Then she mocked him. Like Dejah, the Collar hated to be mocked. <I could always stay with you Siltharyn,> he whispered. It was on a creepy low note. It was said in such a way with how it voice sounded that it sent a chill up a person’s spine. It didn’t sound anything like a threat. It just sounded like a bit of shared information. If she didn’t help him, then she doomed them both to this quaint arrangement.
The Collar could feel that she was tired. He didn’t know what she’d been through physically. He had a pretty good idea about the emotional stuff, he’d been there for the ending to her…demon vanquish? He moved about her neck, just twisting around it over the thick white fur. Then he stopped, his runes glowing slightly seeing her hand raise. Yes, he thought. He’d scorch her fur with a spark just as he’d done to that dog. All dogs had to learn their place. Her hand didn’t make it, she stopped it. Did she think better of it? The answer was she thought to lay down which is what she did. If she fell asleep things could be fun.
Instead the wolf started licking her fur and the Collar ‘lifted his nose’ in disgust. Animals…
Besides. How do I know that the moment I get you back to Dejah you won't mess with her any more then you probably already have? If she's able to give you up for several hours, I'm sure she could work through her addiction given a little time and some... help.
Another smirk was given, no hesitation as if he knew this was coming. <Almost a day is nothing compared to what we have made it through,> he said, <We were not separated for no reason, oh no wolfie. She is a selfish creature. Instead of risking her own life to go with Meali, she sent me. I can be found, like I have been before.>
There was a dark smile, <Oh, my bad, you don’t know that story, only the ending. Remember the tree in that meadow? There was an image on it made by such help,> The word she used was spat back at her, <When that foul beast left who do you think was there for her? Dear wolfie, I am her help.>
There was a slight pause, the impression of his smile still there, <But then again Siltharyn why do you care what happens in this reality? You don’t believe it is even real.> he said with a snicker.
She ignored him more and concentrated on herself. He felt the changes in her body, didn’t knew exactly what she was doing, but knew something was changing. Obviously whether or not she believed in this being a false reality and questioning her very existence wasn’t enough for her to give up. Aw, at least she cared enough to want to live or didn’t want to die right then and there. Yes, the wolf dying right then and there might have caused him a great deal of trouble…
I may and I may not.
She didn’t give a straight answer. The wolfess wanted to play…
Either way, I do not plan to be your beast of burden all night long going where and when you wish to go.
Didn’t work that way, but the Collar kept himself silent. A laugh was the only escape from him. He didn’t need her all night. He just needed her for a few hours after the sun fell. His pull was strong enough to bring Dejah across the world, but he knew what was left of her so called guardian was the reason he was still stuck here. As soon as he’d appeared on the mountain with Meali, she should have come for him. But time had passed and time was a great weakness…
A ‘brow’ rose as the wolf stripped down to her fur. She had some plans for the water? Siltharyn’s mind closed to him, not like it was really open to begin with. The wolfess jumped into the water. It was a little chilly kind of like the water that one night…
Hmm. thought the Collar to himself as the wolf danced under the water washing her body of its plague. He might actually be able to use that one of these days all thanks to this wolf. Wolves were such trouble. Dejah should know better, but her mistakes were his gains.
Mmm, what were we talking about again?
She was being smart with him.
Oh, right. You wanted me to take you to Dejah. Hmmm let me see here, let me think, seems to me you need her more then she needs you. But I could always be wrong.
Then she mocked him. Like Dejah, the Collar hated to be mocked. <I could always stay with you Siltharyn,> he whispered. It was on a creepy low note. It was said in such a way with how it voice sounded that it sent a chill up a person’s spine. It didn’t sound anything like a threat. It just sounded like a bit of shared information. If she didn’t help him, then she doomed them both to this quaint arrangement.
The Collar could feel that she was tired. He didn’t know what she’d been through physically. He had a pretty good idea about the emotional stuff, he’d been there for the ending to her…demon vanquish? He moved about her neck, just twisting around it over the thick white fur. Then he stopped, his runes glowing slightly seeing her hand raise. Yes, he thought. He’d scorch her fur with a spark just as he’d done to that dog. All dogs had to learn their place. Her hand didn’t make it, she stopped it. Did she think better of it? The answer was she thought to lay down which is what she did. If she fell asleep things could be fun.
Instead the wolf started licking her fur and the Collar ‘lifted his nose’ in disgust. Animals…
Besides. How do I know that the moment I get you back to Dejah you won't mess with her any more then you probably already have? If she's able to give you up for several hours, I'm sure she could work through her addiction given a little time and some... help.
Another smirk was given, no hesitation as if he knew this was coming. <Almost a day is nothing compared to what we have made it through,> he said, <We were not separated for no reason, oh no wolfie. She is a selfish creature. Instead of risking her own life to go with Meali, she sent me. I can be found, like I have been before.>
There was a dark smile, <Oh, my bad, you don’t know that story, only the ending. Remember the tree in that meadow? There was an image on it made by such help,> The word she used was spat back at her, <When that foul beast left who do you think was there for her? Dear wolfie, I am her help.>
There was a slight pause, the impression of his smile still there, <But then again Siltharyn why do you care what happens in this reality? You don’t believe it is even real.> he said with a snicker.
Status: Ghost
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Oh this was turning out interesting. Maybe a little too interesting if Siltharyn had been in the right state of mind. She continued to go in-between an unnatural calm to severe and dangerous depression. At one point a darkened flash of violence that had been awoken a short time ago. Siltharyn went from licking her fur, to viciously shaking her fur out. She listened to the Collar, what he said. How he could stay with her... that made her start to laugh. To her, that was hilarious. Her laughter lasted for a short while before she started to snicker quietly to herself, white fangs glinting. Oh wouldn't that be interesting? A wolf all too use to free will, a dictating collar? Oh we would make such a pair you and I! I who can't help but heal those who are in need, and you who would try and override that need for your own personal gain. Siltharyn's silent laughter continued for a while as she looked off into the forest. That would be most interesting indeed.
She froze up slightly as he moved around her neck and let off a quiet growl of warning. She didn't know he could shock her, but she knew that she could shock him. This was going to be a very long, long night. Neither of them would give up the dominance over the other. Siltharyn, as a wolf, was use to that dance. Trying not to be the submissive one she kept her mind as closed off as she could to him, yet giving herself enough room to speak to him.
It was as he spoke about Dejah that she simply flicked an ear and kept her real anger behind that barrier. Even more of that violent nature flickered up it was gaining so much more ground inside of her. Her ears flicked a couple of times as her skin twitched. We're all selfish in one way or another. Replied Siltharyn with a slight laugh. Even you should know this. She chuckled a little more and rested her head once more on her paws again laying down. For a moment she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She kept repeating to herself privately. Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep. Opening her eyes, Siltharyn concentrated on one spot in the grass, focused all her mind on that little stem of grass, but she could not deny that her eyes were heavy.
His comment about reality though woke her up and Siltharyn rolled over onto her back, legs up in the air without a care at the moment. 'Experiences and what we believe the truth is', isn't that your idea of reality? She stretched out backwards, her back cracking and popping then resettling. I never said I didn't believe it, I'm just looking at it with realistic skepticism. It could be worse, I could be going crazy instead and then you really wouldn't get anywhere. Siltharyn couldn't make up her mind, but her heart ached to return home, ached so much that flashes of memories whipped forth before she could stop them. She had no idea if they were visible to the Collar, she cut them off swiftly giving herself a bit of memory whip-lash. Goddess she was homesick. For a moment her eyes burned but with a flick of her ears she dismissed the pent up pain that raged inside of her. Her life was a lie? Even now she had a hard time believing it. They where there! The held her, touched her...
But no. It was all a lie. She thought quietly to herself, keeping her thoughts quiet from the Collar. She wouldn't lie, couldn't. Unless it was all an illusion. Part of Siltharyn screamed at her, told her that it was real. There was something she was overlooking that could easily show her that everything was real. Yet she was unable to put her finger on it. Siltharyn decided to finally just rest on her side, breathing in the scent of the fresh grass around her. Closing her eyes as she inhaled all the sweet scents of dusk and the coming night. The scents seemed real, but Siltharyn knew that even the olfactory system could be fooled with certain drugs.
Finally, Siltharyn gave in and started to sort through the types of herbs she must have been fed to make her life what it was. The painful fact was that she still remembered with clear vibrance how her family had died. Siltharyn closed her eyes tightly, keeping her mind away from the Collar as she bit the inside of her cheek. The physical pain pulled her out of her depressive reprieve.
Over all, Siltharyn couldn't make up her mind what she wanted to do. Part of her ached to retrace her steps, go to see if her home was real or fake. Go back to see if at least the land she remembered was really there. Home. She thought quietly to herself. Was it all really there?
The wolf bared her teeth for a moment, so tempted to howl out in her frustration, only her self control stopped her from it. There were creatures out there, others, she knew, that would come after her. She didn't know who all were out there. Onin's old warning moved through her mind. There were those who would be after the sword at her waist. Looking around, Siltharyn knew she wasn't in a very safe area, she was out in the open by the River. Sighing, the wolf heaved herself up and stumbled on her paws, trying to shake the sleep from her body.
If either of us are to get anywhere I have a feeling it would be better for me to find someplace to speak with you safely. To say the least, this isn't my only trouble right now. She didn't bother telling him what else was going on in her life, there was no reason. Oh, she had the feeling that he'd find it all too humorous. Looking around, Siltharyn found a brush thicket that was empty on the inside. It had probably been used by a deer one night to hide from predators, and now, Siltharyn did the same thing.
Laying down with a soft thump of her body hitting the grass, Siltharyn lay her head on the ground as her eyes moved this way and that, her mind, moved this way and that... only a lot faster.
Confusion is hell.
She froze up slightly as he moved around her neck and let off a quiet growl of warning. She didn't know he could shock her, but she knew that she could shock him. This was going to be a very long, long night. Neither of them would give up the dominance over the other. Siltharyn, as a wolf, was use to that dance. Trying not to be the submissive one she kept her mind as closed off as she could to him, yet giving herself enough room to speak to him.
It was as he spoke about Dejah that she simply flicked an ear and kept her real anger behind that barrier. Even more of that violent nature flickered up it was gaining so much more ground inside of her. Her ears flicked a couple of times as her skin twitched. We're all selfish in one way or another. Replied Siltharyn with a slight laugh. Even you should know this. She chuckled a little more and rested her head once more on her paws again laying down. For a moment she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She kept repeating to herself privately. Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep. Opening her eyes, Siltharyn concentrated on one spot in the grass, focused all her mind on that little stem of grass, but she could not deny that her eyes were heavy.
His comment about reality though woke her up and Siltharyn rolled over onto her back, legs up in the air without a care at the moment. 'Experiences and what we believe the truth is', isn't that your idea of reality? She stretched out backwards, her back cracking and popping then resettling. I never said I didn't believe it, I'm just looking at it with realistic skepticism. It could be worse, I could be going crazy instead and then you really wouldn't get anywhere. Siltharyn couldn't make up her mind, but her heart ached to return home, ached so much that flashes of memories whipped forth before she could stop them. She had no idea if they were visible to the Collar, she cut them off swiftly giving herself a bit of memory whip-lash. Goddess she was homesick. For a moment her eyes burned but with a flick of her ears she dismissed the pent up pain that raged inside of her. Her life was a lie? Even now she had a hard time believing it. They where there! The held her, touched her...
But no. It was all a lie. She thought quietly to herself, keeping her thoughts quiet from the Collar. She wouldn't lie, couldn't. Unless it was all an illusion. Part of Siltharyn screamed at her, told her that it was real. There was something she was overlooking that could easily show her that everything was real. Yet she was unable to put her finger on it. Siltharyn decided to finally just rest on her side, breathing in the scent of the fresh grass around her. Closing her eyes as she inhaled all the sweet scents of dusk and the coming night. The scents seemed real, but Siltharyn knew that even the olfactory system could be fooled with certain drugs.
Finally, Siltharyn gave in and started to sort through the types of herbs she must have been fed to make her life what it was. The painful fact was that she still remembered with clear vibrance how her family had died. Siltharyn closed her eyes tightly, keeping her mind away from the Collar as she bit the inside of her cheek. The physical pain pulled her out of her depressive reprieve.
Over all, Siltharyn couldn't make up her mind what she wanted to do. Part of her ached to retrace her steps, go to see if her home was real or fake. Go back to see if at least the land she remembered was really there. Home. She thought quietly to herself. Was it all really there?
The wolf bared her teeth for a moment, so tempted to howl out in her frustration, only her self control stopped her from it. There were creatures out there, others, she knew, that would come after her. She didn't know who all were out there. Onin's old warning moved through her mind. There were those who would be after the sword at her waist. Looking around, Siltharyn knew she wasn't in a very safe area, she was out in the open by the River. Sighing, the wolf heaved herself up and stumbled on her paws, trying to shake the sleep from her body.
If either of us are to get anywhere I have a feeling it would be better for me to find someplace to speak with you safely. To say the least, this isn't my only trouble right now. She didn't bother telling him what else was going on in her life, there was no reason. Oh, she had the feeling that he'd find it all too humorous. Looking around, Siltharyn found a brush thicket that was empty on the inside. It had probably been used by a deer one night to hide from predators, and now, Siltharyn did the same thing.
Laying down with a soft thump of her body hitting the grass, Siltharyn lay her head on the ground as her eyes moved this way and that, her mind, moved this way and that... only a lot faster.
Confusion is hell.
You never know what you can do, 'till you try.
Art and Silth © Me
The Collar just stared at the wolf when she started laughing. He was glad she found the idea amusing. She didn’t know what she’d be getting into.
A wolf all too use to free will, a dictating collar? Oh we would make such a pair you and I! I who can't help but heal those who are in need, and you who would try and override that need for your own personal gain.
He sighed again. She did not know what she was talking about. The Collar smiled, <Not necessarily,> he told. It was truth who said helping someone couldn’t be for personal gain? The wolf growled at him when he moved around her neck. He’d stopped for a moment and chuckled. <That bother you?> he asked shifting around her neck some more. He had yet to coil tighter about her, not yet anyway.
She closed herself off to him, but her physical movements proved different. Maybe she was a little irritated.
We're all selfish in one way or another. Even you should know this.
The Collar kept quiet though he had the urge to smart off with an ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’. Her head went back across her paws. Eyes closed and deep breath filled her lungs. Go ahead little wolfie, he chided silently, Go ahead and fall asleep. Instead she rolled over.
'Experiences and what we believe the truth is', isn't that your idea of reality? I never said I didn't believe it, I'm just looking at it with realistic skepticism. It could be worse, I could be going crazy instead and then you really wouldn't get anywhere.
<I know what my reality is though,> he said, <You are the one questioning your reality. As for crazy, eh you couldn’t be any worse then some of the others.> There was a wave of incoherent images to him that got cut off. He figured it out that she was remembering something and obviously didn’t want to share. It was quiet and he was left to himself. There was a sigh, stupid time…
[Time,
Time,
Time, see what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.]
The wolf moved suddenly lifting his attention slightly. She’d caused herself physical pain. If she had asked, he would have done it for her. Pain to make her feel real? Yes, he could do that if she’d only ask. There was a moment where she lost herself, moving between different options no doubt. Her teeth bared to the air. Whatever her thought she’d stopped before she went through with anything. Interesting.
Up to her paws she got. He wondered briefly how long she would last.
If either of us are to get anywhere I have a feeling it would be better for me to find someplace to speak with you safely. To say the least, this isn't my only trouble right now.
<Good to know,> he said, though she didn’t go into details about what she was dealing with. The Collar really didn’t care either. So he didn’t give her the laugh she’d planned while she moved into a bush. Once more she laid down. He smiled, <Go asleep Siltharyn, I’ll keep watch for you.>
((Hazy Shade of Winter just seemed to fit right there, it really doesn't have anything to do with the post))
A wolf all too use to free will, a dictating collar? Oh we would make such a pair you and I! I who can't help but heal those who are in need, and you who would try and override that need for your own personal gain.
He sighed again. She did not know what she was talking about. The Collar smiled, <Not necessarily,> he told. It was truth who said helping someone couldn’t be for personal gain? The wolf growled at him when he moved around her neck. He’d stopped for a moment and chuckled. <That bother you?> he asked shifting around her neck some more. He had yet to coil tighter about her, not yet anyway.
She closed herself off to him, but her physical movements proved different. Maybe she was a little irritated.
We're all selfish in one way or another. Even you should know this.
The Collar kept quiet though he had the urge to smart off with an ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’. Her head went back across her paws. Eyes closed and deep breath filled her lungs. Go ahead little wolfie, he chided silently, Go ahead and fall asleep. Instead she rolled over.
'Experiences and what we believe the truth is', isn't that your idea of reality? I never said I didn't believe it, I'm just looking at it with realistic skepticism. It could be worse, I could be going crazy instead and then you really wouldn't get anywhere.
<I know what my reality is though,> he said, <You are the one questioning your reality. As for crazy, eh you couldn’t be any worse then some of the others.> There was a wave of incoherent images to him that got cut off. He figured it out that she was remembering something and obviously didn’t want to share. It was quiet and he was left to himself. There was a sigh, stupid time…
[Time,
Time,
Time, see what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.]
The wolf moved suddenly lifting his attention slightly. She’d caused herself physical pain. If she had asked, he would have done it for her. Pain to make her feel real? Yes, he could do that if she’d only ask. There was a moment where she lost herself, moving between different options no doubt. Her teeth bared to the air. Whatever her thought she’d stopped before she went through with anything. Interesting.
Up to her paws she got. He wondered briefly how long she would last.
If either of us are to get anywhere I have a feeling it would be better for me to find someplace to speak with you safely. To say the least, this isn't my only trouble right now.
<Good to know,> he said, though she didn’t go into details about what she was dealing with. The Collar really didn’t care either. So he didn’t give her the laugh she’d planned while she moved into a bush. Once more she laid down. He smiled, <Go asleep Siltharyn, I’ll keep watch for you.>
((Hazy Shade of Winter just seemed to fit right there, it really doesn't have anything to do with the post))
Status: Ghost
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Her growls only increased as he moved around her neck some more. I wouldn't do that if I were you. She said carefully, her body building up energy deep inside of her as she lay there. Her ears lowered against her skull as her teeth bared. The wolf growled faintly, tiredly. She didn't have the patience for this at the moment. She lowered her head back down and twitched an ear. Damn, did actual collars feel this itchy? His body pushed against her fur and caused her neck to warm up. It wasn't so terribly bad... if she had been use to it.
There was nothing for it really, just putting up with him wasn't going to be easy when she was so tired, but still she fought it off. Tried to keep herself awake. She was failing miserably. Her eyes opened and closed several times as her body started to fall into slumber. I won't.. but her thoughts were fuzzy, she wasn't even able to concentrate enough to keep the Collar from hearing her. It was only her determination that kept her awake. <Go asleep Siltharyn, I'll keep watch for you.> She heard him say into her mind. She tried to shake her head, but all she was able to do is twitch her ears slightly. Her eyes had closed a short time ago and her breathing grew deeper. No, I can't... She thought drowsily, her mind having a hard time keeping awake. Sleep, I... can't. Her eyes closed and her breathing grew even deeper and her mind finally relaxed and the Healer took a deep breath and every scent that came from that breath entered her mind in extreme clarity. Her mind worked its way through ever scent, identifying plants that she could use for different aliments, some that were poisons. All this information was open to the Collar to view, but her mind went deeper and deeper...
Heal me...
He stood before her once again, his name on her ghostly lips. 'Makento'. But she couldn't utter a single word, not a single phrase. He stood over her, reaching down at her with his hand, dripping blood, his eyes gone from his skull. Heal me... Siltharyn screamed in her head, her mind was being torn apart, pushing her further and further into her dream state. The black memories of Makento driven, thankfully, beyond anyone's reach into the safety of the back of her mind. Siltharyn fell through that darkness, the word 'sister' filling her dreams while an enlarged version of Makento stopped her from falling.
"Too important to be harmed."
....
She was back in Tanmari where she had been born and raised. She was young, younger then she was at the moment, maybe 8 years of age while her father was showing her the basics with a blade. She moved through the paces but as she did, everything started to get darker and darker. Looking up, the younger version of Siltharyn was no more, and she looked up at her 'father'. But it wasn't her father, it was Rishcath.
"My little girl." He whispered in a familiar voice. "I'm so proud of you." The younger version of Siltharyn could not see the truth and "Mancal" held his "daughter" in a fatherly embrace while Rishcath's eyes shone out from the golden orbs Siltharyn once looked to for comfort.
No! No! Don't you see?! It's been there all along! Siltharyn tried to shout out, but she was a captive within her own mind. Her legs and ears twitched with the pent up fear and anger, it was then that the violence rolled over her. It fell in waves upon waves, breaking upon her as she remained motionless. No. Siltharyn tried to push it away as the dark and the blood swamped over her. Siltharyn lay in her dream state on an empty landscape, curled up as much as she could, her fur soaked in blood; dead bodies all around her.
No. She said quietly to herself as her memories tried to overpower her. No! I wouldn't, I couldn't... Siltharyn looked down at her hands, her claws were longer, sharper then they normally were and were filled with stringy flesh; dripping blood.
"We must help each other out here, aid our desires, our needs... I need your healing aid... But the question remains, what do you need of me?"
"Tell me, my-" there was a pause and the sound of grating metal, "- my sister, what would you have your brother do?" Siltharyn shuddered at the voice, shivered.
"Oh poor, poor Siltharyn... You need not fear me, you need not put me away in your mind" once more a pause, "I am here my sister, you will help me and I will help you... We will succeed what my master was planning before... before he was defeated" Siltharyn shuddered, trying to hold her legs as close to her chest as she could. She could still remember how she felt, how crazed she felt at that point.
It was then in her subconscious that she heard the story Rishcath had said to someone else, someone she couldn't remember. She had 'heard' it in a way because of the fact that her systems had only been partially shut down, and sometimes with so much energy floating in the area, words became more then just mere words...
"She may not look like much." Whispered words into her dream state as Siltharyn awoke to find herself completely dry of any blood. "But she is a living decedent of the first Healer. The legend on Tanmari is that the Goddess brought down a single creature to heal all wounds and bring back the dead during the first Great War. This is a fairy tale though, for I was there when it first happened." The voice she knew, the story, the words she couldn't really focus on.
"The hope of good, the tool of evil." The words drifted into her mind, and Siltharyn fell into the deepest of slumbers. She wouldn't remember any of this dream, this part of it with the words of Rishcath, but they were there, and they were buried deep within her subconscious.
There was nothing for it really, just putting up with him wasn't going to be easy when she was so tired, but still she fought it off. Tried to keep herself awake. She was failing miserably. Her eyes opened and closed several times as her body started to fall into slumber. I won't.. but her thoughts were fuzzy, she wasn't even able to concentrate enough to keep the Collar from hearing her. It was only her determination that kept her awake. <Go asleep Siltharyn, I'll keep watch for you.> She heard him say into her mind. She tried to shake her head, but all she was able to do is twitch her ears slightly. Her eyes had closed a short time ago and her breathing grew deeper. No, I can't... She thought drowsily, her mind having a hard time keeping awake. Sleep, I... can't. Her eyes closed and her breathing grew even deeper and her mind finally relaxed and the Healer took a deep breath and every scent that came from that breath entered her mind in extreme clarity. Her mind worked its way through ever scent, identifying plants that she could use for different aliments, some that were poisons. All this information was open to the Collar to view, but her mind went deeper and deeper...
Heal me...
He stood before her once again, his name on her ghostly lips. 'Makento'. But she couldn't utter a single word, not a single phrase. He stood over her, reaching down at her with his hand, dripping blood, his eyes gone from his skull. Heal me... Siltharyn screamed in her head, her mind was being torn apart, pushing her further and further into her dream state. The black memories of Makento driven, thankfully, beyond anyone's reach into the safety of the back of her mind. Siltharyn fell through that darkness, the word 'sister' filling her dreams while an enlarged version of Makento stopped her from falling.
"Too important to be harmed."
....
She was back in Tanmari where she had been born and raised. She was young, younger then she was at the moment, maybe 8 years of age while her father was showing her the basics with a blade. She moved through the paces but as she did, everything started to get darker and darker. Looking up, the younger version of Siltharyn was no more, and she looked up at her 'father'. But it wasn't her father, it was Rishcath.
"My little girl." He whispered in a familiar voice. "I'm so proud of you." The younger version of Siltharyn could not see the truth and "Mancal" held his "daughter" in a fatherly embrace while Rishcath's eyes shone out from the golden orbs Siltharyn once looked to for comfort.
No! No! Don't you see?! It's been there all along! Siltharyn tried to shout out, but she was a captive within her own mind. Her legs and ears twitched with the pent up fear and anger, it was then that the violence rolled over her. It fell in waves upon waves, breaking upon her as she remained motionless. No. Siltharyn tried to push it away as the dark and the blood swamped over her. Siltharyn lay in her dream state on an empty landscape, curled up as much as she could, her fur soaked in blood; dead bodies all around her.
No. She said quietly to herself as her memories tried to overpower her. No! I wouldn't, I couldn't... Siltharyn looked down at her hands, her claws were longer, sharper then they normally were and were filled with stringy flesh; dripping blood.
"We must help each other out here, aid our desires, our needs... I need your healing aid... But the question remains, what do you need of me?"
"Tell me, my-" there was a pause and the sound of grating metal, "- my sister, what would you have your brother do?" Siltharyn shuddered at the voice, shivered.
"Oh poor, poor Siltharyn... You need not fear me, you need not put me away in your mind" once more a pause, "I am here my sister, you will help me and I will help you... We will succeed what my master was planning before... before he was defeated" Siltharyn shuddered, trying to hold her legs as close to her chest as she could. She could still remember how she felt, how crazed she felt at that point.
It was then in her subconscious that she heard the story Rishcath had said to someone else, someone she couldn't remember. She had 'heard' it in a way because of the fact that her systems had only been partially shut down, and sometimes with so much energy floating in the area, words became more then just mere words...
"She may not look like much." Whispered words into her dream state as Siltharyn awoke to find herself completely dry of any blood. "But she is a living decedent of the first Healer. The legend on Tanmari is that the Goddess brought down a single creature to heal all wounds and bring back the dead during the first Great War. This is a fairy tale though, for I was there when it first happened." The voice she knew, the story, the words she couldn't really focus on.
"The hope of good, the tool of evil." The words drifted into her mind, and Siltharyn fell into the deepest of slumbers. She wouldn't remember any of this dream, this part of it with the words of Rishcath, but they were there, and they were buried deep within her subconscious.
You never know what you can do, 'till you try.
Art and Silth © Me
((This is kind of long))
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Threatened the wolf. The words made the Collar giggle. What was she going to do? Bat an ear at him? That was all she was being successful in moving. He was un-phased by her growl and display of teeth. He could feel the growl and he was too tight to for her to somehow get her teeth between him and her. She was loosing this war letting him see and hear everything. She analyzed their surroundings sharing valuable information about the plants in the area. Hmm.
Then the wolfess went under. It was sudden like someone being drug under water. He assumed this was just as haunting to her from what he watched. An eyeless humanoid bleeding, almost dead uttered one single phrase.
Heal me.
The Collar sat watching as he was pushed back from the wolfess’ mind. He saved her saying she was too important to be harmed. His sister? Only words, the first two said being the most important. Hadn’t something long ago been mentioned about choices? You have no choice do you wolf? he whispered to himself, not looking for an answer as the vision shifted.
They were on a different planet. The wolf saw herself younger with her father, but that couldn’t be. She was practicing the blade as everything shifted. Siltharyn switched places with herself as the mood darkened. Her father switched to the shadow she had sent away. This was her shattered truth. She couldn’t do anything as he spoke to her. Couldn’t call out as he held her. What a nightmare for her and yet her fear left her too paralyzed to fight back. Once more everything switched as she was flooded with her own emotions.
He stood there on a battle torn landscape, just one of the shadows. He saw the wolf curled in on herself covered in blood and surrounded by bodies. Had all these fallen at her claws? It looked that way.
No! I wouldn't, I couldn't...
Siltharyn tried to reassure herself of this dark deed. All were capable, but this was a dream. Fragments of what has been and what the imagination throws our way. He didn’t know the wolf enough to know really what was real, what had happened. A voice again rang through her dream. His guess it was the creature named Makento. It spoke more about brother and sister. He needed her for her healing and wanted to know what she wanted. Probably wasn’t healing him…
"Oh poor, poor Siltharyn... You need not fear me, you need not put me away in your mind” "I am here my sister, you will help me and I will help you... We will succeed what my master was planning before... before he was defeated"
There was a pause between the sentences. The Collar thought to himself about the words that caused her to curl into a tighter ball. This Makento was real, this ordeal had happened at least her forced help to him. Something else struck a cord with him. This creature’s master? What plan? Had he been defeated here in Deep Forest? Did this deal with this forsaken place? It could cause him some trouble if it did…
She went deeper still letting pieces of her subconscious rise. The Collar watched with interest.
"She may not look like much." "But she is a living decedent of the first Healer. The legend on Tanmari is that the Goddess brought down a single creature to heal all wounds and bring back the dead during the first Great War. This is a fairy tale though, for I was there when it first happened."
The Collar would have to remember this as he chuckled through one of his own thoughts, Alien werewolf… He kept himself silent as to not interfere in her sleep, however his thoughts wondered. Fairy tales were always based on some form of truth no matter how skewed they became later. If Siltharyn really was decedent of this great healer for this world Tanmari why was she here? What part did that Rishcath have in this? Had he actually been keeping her safe from something worse?
"The hope of good, the tool of evil."
Oh? thought the Collar…
After the sun had been resting for some time and all was dark time rang through. Like always there was the ring of a fall away bell that meant it was time. The large feline statue shattered to pieces in a flash of orange. Stone fell to the ground in stabs, flakes and dust. As the gargoyle stepped from the mess a clawed hand went to the half-breed’s throat as she looked to the dark sky. Her finger tips went over the smooth skin of her neck. Two stone sleeps had repaired her neck and all other wounds. There was no evidence that she’d ever been bit by a large canine. The bite from the Collar about her left arm was also gone. She looked as good as new, only one scar dressing her whole body. It was down her back from right shoulder to tail. It would never disappear no matter how many stone sleeps she slept…
Her hand rubbed her throat, the fingers drawing over the skin with a wisp like touch as she moved. The same hand lifted up, a finger hooking her bangs as she moved them behind a pointed ear. Orange orbs were still at the sky, never wavering from where they were looking. In truth they weren’t seeing the sky. They were looking pass it, not seeing anything. She felt what she needed to see. Felt the darkness that had been planted within her mind after her first year of life. Felt the darkness that had grown with her. It was the comfort of the darkness that unlike everything else had always been there.
He was like a drug to her. The gargoyle’s body longed for Him and part of her mind ached to feel His presents again. To feel the stability of knowing He was there. To feel nothing other than the dark confines of His mind. In a sense it was love. It was the only love she knew making it so. Sythe’s warmth and companionship hadn’t lasted long enough. The fire demon had been torn away without any word. Who had been there when all was said and done? Who had been there when she came back feeling her first heart break? Who took the pain away?
The Collar was there. The Collar had been there. He took away her pain. He made her feel needed. He made her feel…nothing…
It made her sick to think about it as she kept moving, but carefully she chose her thoughts. The half-breed was very careful. She knew that any thought out of place would put Him on alert when He bit into her flesh again. He couldn’t know her ideals of pain and emotional pain. That she secretly wanted to think about leaving Him to the poor soul that got stuck with Him. She couldn’t really secretly think about it, but rather masked the idea in the thought of being left in pain without Him.
However she couldn’t leave Him where He was for more then one reason. The Collar knew her secrets. He knew everything about her and Banta too. He knew her better then she knew herself. Well that was debatable…
The main reason for finding Him, for getting Him back was this; she wouldn’t let another suffer as she had… no as she did. He was her problem, nobody else’s. Already she’d felt Him switch hands. She couldn’t explain how, but she had felt an uneasiness wash over her. She’d felt Him get closer during the day and though she hadn’t gone to Him, she’d felt the urge to. Strange how much poison He was in her body…
Eyes had fallen to the ground as she jogged through the trees. The urge to run and get to Him as fast as possible ate at her mind. She refused to give into it no matter. It was when she came upon the river she slowed down. A breath was taken just because as her horned head looked around. Where? she thought. A flash of red from a bush signaled her. There was no hesitation from the gargoyle as she got over. Clawed hands moved part of the plant out of her way to see. An invisible pain shot through her chest at what she saw. Siltharyn…
Crouching down, fingers reached out sliding between white fur and black leather. The Collar released almost instantly as claws wrapped around him. Claws lifted and he slide off without any trouble. Orange eyes looked down as the other hand went over the back of the wolf’s neck as if to make sure…
The gargoyle let go of the air in her lungs as she got up stepping back. She left no trace except that breath in the air. The Collar started to wrap around her arm to make it up to her neck. He moved only to find his tail end clasped in powerful claws.
<What is the meaning of this?!> he growled at her his body lifting up so the forth piece could stare at her like a snake. He was met with the intense stare of orange orbs.
What did you find out? growled the gargoyle in order to fight off a pleading ‘why’.
<Let me on and I’ll show you.> he replied. Dejah kept staring at Him. Her hand lifted with the Collar in it.
She took him to her left arm, Tell me from there. she told Him. The Collar was quiet for a moment.
<Very well,> there was a darkness to his voice as he wrapped his body around her arm, making the thick band under the deltoid…
Dejah fell to her knees biting her lip as pain rushed through her whole being as he forced everything into her mind with a shock. Her left hand dug into the ground as her right held around the Collar as he bit into her flesh. She saw the Collar and Meali had been stuck in another realm for a time. It’d been the reason he’d disappeared. Images of Ryvius, the large metal being that’d bought Siltharyn. As thought the shadow’s only use for Meali had been to get the healer to act. He had done a number on the unipeg for something. Some hidden power?
Energy of the Spirit is harnessed
There were names also. Onin and Barbannis? Who were these two? The gargoyle watched the fight between the wolfess and her shadow. Listened to what was said, the wolf’s life was a lie? She banished the dark beast to some realm when all was done. The Collar had switched over to her when she had helped the unipeg. Dejah was not told of anything Siltharyn had said. The threat to rip him to pieces or what he’d said about her needing him. The wolf’s retort was definitely X-ed.
Then there were the dreams. Dejah’s eyes opened to slits at the pain subsided. Her hand had blood on it from that leaking out of the Collar. Black locks shadowed her face as she watched the images behind her eyes. Another name and another creature. Makento…
Heal me.
Eyes widened slightly at this.
<You should see if that works when she wakes up,> whispered the Collar as she listened to the little story that’d been told.
"The hope of good, the tool of evil."
Dejah’s face didn’t change as she stared into the air once more not seeing anything. You didn’t get my information, she said to him, But this? What am I going to do with this?
The Collar lifted a brow as she asked the question, <Advantage?>
The gargoyle stood up, turning to her back to the bush to watch if anything was coming, hand still about the Collar, I have no desire for power Demon, she said turning her head slightly, But I can’t let… Her thoughts drifted.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Threatened the wolf. The words made the Collar giggle. What was she going to do? Bat an ear at him? That was all she was being successful in moving. He was un-phased by her growl and display of teeth. He could feel the growl and he was too tight to for her to somehow get her teeth between him and her. She was loosing this war letting him see and hear everything. She analyzed their surroundings sharing valuable information about the plants in the area. Hmm.
Then the wolfess went under. It was sudden like someone being drug under water. He assumed this was just as haunting to her from what he watched. An eyeless humanoid bleeding, almost dead uttered one single phrase.
Heal me.
The Collar sat watching as he was pushed back from the wolfess’ mind. He saved her saying she was too important to be harmed. His sister? Only words, the first two said being the most important. Hadn’t something long ago been mentioned about choices? You have no choice do you wolf? he whispered to himself, not looking for an answer as the vision shifted.
They were on a different planet. The wolf saw herself younger with her father, but that couldn’t be. She was practicing the blade as everything shifted. Siltharyn switched places with herself as the mood darkened. Her father switched to the shadow she had sent away. This was her shattered truth. She couldn’t do anything as he spoke to her. Couldn’t call out as he held her. What a nightmare for her and yet her fear left her too paralyzed to fight back. Once more everything switched as she was flooded with her own emotions.
He stood there on a battle torn landscape, just one of the shadows. He saw the wolf curled in on herself covered in blood and surrounded by bodies. Had all these fallen at her claws? It looked that way.
No! I wouldn't, I couldn't...
Siltharyn tried to reassure herself of this dark deed. All were capable, but this was a dream. Fragments of what has been and what the imagination throws our way. He didn’t know the wolf enough to know really what was real, what had happened. A voice again rang through her dream. His guess it was the creature named Makento. It spoke more about brother and sister. He needed her for her healing and wanted to know what she wanted. Probably wasn’t healing him…
"Oh poor, poor Siltharyn... You need not fear me, you need not put me away in your mind” "I am here my sister, you will help me and I will help you... We will succeed what my master was planning before... before he was defeated"
There was a pause between the sentences. The Collar thought to himself about the words that caused her to curl into a tighter ball. This Makento was real, this ordeal had happened at least her forced help to him. Something else struck a cord with him. This creature’s master? What plan? Had he been defeated here in Deep Forest? Did this deal with this forsaken place? It could cause him some trouble if it did…
She went deeper still letting pieces of her subconscious rise. The Collar watched with interest.
"She may not look like much." "But she is a living decedent of the first Healer. The legend on Tanmari is that the Goddess brought down a single creature to heal all wounds and bring back the dead during the first Great War. This is a fairy tale though, for I was there when it first happened."
The Collar would have to remember this as he chuckled through one of his own thoughts, Alien werewolf… He kept himself silent as to not interfere in her sleep, however his thoughts wondered. Fairy tales were always based on some form of truth no matter how skewed they became later. If Siltharyn really was decedent of this great healer for this world Tanmari why was she here? What part did that Rishcath have in this? Had he actually been keeping her safe from something worse?
"The hope of good, the tool of evil."
Oh? thought the Collar…
After the sun had been resting for some time and all was dark time rang through. Like always there was the ring of a fall away bell that meant it was time. The large feline statue shattered to pieces in a flash of orange. Stone fell to the ground in stabs, flakes and dust. As the gargoyle stepped from the mess a clawed hand went to the half-breed’s throat as she looked to the dark sky. Her finger tips went over the smooth skin of her neck. Two stone sleeps had repaired her neck and all other wounds. There was no evidence that she’d ever been bit by a large canine. The bite from the Collar about her left arm was also gone. She looked as good as new, only one scar dressing her whole body. It was down her back from right shoulder to tail. It would never disappear no matter how many stone sleeps she slept…
Her hand rubbed her throat, the fingers drawing over the skin with a wisp like touch as she moved. The same hand lifted up, a finger hooking her bangs as she moved them behind a pointed ear. Orange orbs were still at the sky, never wavering from where they were looking. In truth they weren’t seeing the sky. They were looking pass it, not seeing anything. She felt what she needed to see. Felt the darkness that had been planted within her mind after her first year of life. Felt the darkness that had grown with her. It was the comfort of the darkness that unlike everything else had always been there.
He was like a drug to her. The gargoyle’s body longed for Him and part of her mind ached to feel His presents again. To feel the stability of knowing He was there. To feel nothing other than the dark confines of His mind. In a sense it was love. It was the only love she knew making it so. Sythe’s warmth and companionship hadn’t lasted long enough. The fire demon had been torn away without any word. Who had been there when all was said and done? Who had been there when she came back feeling her first heart break? Who took the pain away?
The Collar was there. The Collar had been there. He took away her pain. He made her feel needed. He made her feel…nothing…
It made her sick to think about it as she kept moving, but carefully she chose her thoughts. The half-breed was very careful. She knew that any thought out of place would put Him on alert when He bit into her flesh again. He couldn’t know her ideals of pain and emotional pain. That she secretly wanted to think about leaving Him to the poor soul that got stuck with Him. She couldn’t really secretly think about it, but rather masked the idea in the thought of being left in pain without Him.
However she couldn’t leave Him where He was for more then one reason. The Collar knew her secrets. He knew everything about her and Banta too. He knew her better then she knew herself. Well that was debatable…
The main reason for finding Him, for getting Him back was this; she wouldn’t let another suffer as she had… no as she did. He was her problem, nobody else’s. Already she’d felt Him switch hands. She couldn’t explain how, but she had felt an uneasiness wash over her. She’d felt Him get closer during the day and though she hadn’t gone to Him, she’d felt the urge to. Strange how much poison He was in her body…
Eyes had fallen to the ground as she jogged through the trees. The urge to run and get to Him as fast as possible ate at her mind. She refused to give into it no matter. It was when she came upon the river she slowed down. A breath was taken just because as her horned head looked around. Where? she thought. A flash of red from a bush signaled her. There was no hesitation from the gargoyle as she got over. Clawed hands moved part of the plant out of her way to see. An invisible pain shot through her chest at what she saw. Siltharyn…
Crouching down, fingers reached out sliding between white fur and black leather. The Collar released almost instantly as claws wrapped around him. Claws lifted and he slide off without any trouble. Orange eyes looked down as the other hand went over the back of the wolf’s neck as if to make sure…
The gargoyle let go of the air in her lungs as she got up stepping back. She left no trace except that breath in the air. The Collar started to wrap around her arm to make it up to her neck. He moved only to find his tail end clasped in powerful claws.
<What is the meaning of this?!> he growled at her his body lifting up so the forth piece could stare at her like a snake. He was met with the intense stare of orange orbs.
What did you find out? growled the gargoyle in order to fight off a pleading ‘why’.
<Let me on and I’ll show you.> he replied. Dejah kept staring at Him. Her hand lifted with the Collar in it.
She took him to her left arm, Tell me from there. she told Him. The Collar was quiet for a moment.
<Very well,> there was a darkness to his voice as he wrapped his body around her arm, making the thick band under the deltoid…
Dejah fell to her knees biting her lip as pain rushed through her whole being as he forced everything into her mind with a shock. Her left hand dug into the ground as her right held around the Collar as he bit into her flesh. She saw the Collar and Meali had been stuck in another realm for a time. It’d been the reason he’d disappeared. Images of Ryvius, the large metal being that’d bought Siltharyn. As thought the shadow’s only use for Meali had been to get the healer to act. He had done a number on the unipeg for something. Some hidden power?
Energy of the Spirit is harnessed
There were names also. Onin and Barbannis? Who were these two? The gargoyle watched the fight between the wolfess and her shadow. Listened to what was said, the wolf’s life was a lie? She banished the dark beast to some realm when all was done. The Collar had switched over to her when she had helped the unipeg. Dejah was not told of anything Siltharyn had said. The threat to rip him to pieces or what he’d said about her needing him. The wolf’s retort was definitely X-ed.
Then there were the dreams. Dejah’s eyes opened to slits at the pain subsided. Her hand had blood on it from that leaking out of the Collar. Black locks shadowed her face as she watched the images behind her eyes. Another name and another creature. Makento…
Heal me.
Eyes widened slightly at this.
<You should see if that works when she wakes up,> whispered the Collar as she listened to the little story that’d been told.
"The hope of good, the tool of evil."
Dejah’s face didn’t change as she stared into the air once more not seeing anything. You didn’t get my information, she said to him, But this? What am I going to do with this?
The Collar lifted a brow as she asked the question, <Advantage?>
The gargoyle stood up, turning to her back to the bush to watch if anything was coming, hand still about the Collar, I have no desire for power Demon, she said turning her head slightly, But I can’t let… Her thoughts drifted.
Status: Ghost
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
((Yeah, I know I'm mean XD! Awww poor Collar 
he missed out >D oh well, probably better that way XD Poor Silth has to deal with this info her own way.))
The wolf was unaware of the Collar looking in on her dreams, nor did she really remember them. The young wolf fell deeper and deeper into sleep until there were no dreams, she needed the sleep her body had gotten too stretched out. Siltharyn's sides softly rose and fell with rythmic breathing while her ears remained still when they were normally looking for any kind of sound that meant danger for her. There were dangers that Onin spoke to her about that Siltharyn hadn't any knowledge of yet. She knew the Red Knight was after the sword at her waste, but other then that? Onin had mentioned more, some who would want to kill her, so the young wolf was still in the black.
The approach of Dejah went unnoticed as Siltharyn was too deeply asleep and the fact that Dejah's scent reached her nose before anything else. Her mind subconsciously recognized it and didn't alert her. The wolf barely even stirred as Dejah reached down and took the Collar. She moved, shifting her position slightly and itched at her neck a little, but otherwise there wasn't any reaction physically, no major reaction anyway. Though mentally the slight movement around her neck had caused Siltharyn to stir, her subconscious rose back into dreaming as the Collar left her mind. For a few minutes while Dejah got the information from the Collar, Siltharyn's mind started to stir even more, bit by bit.
Her paws were the things that started twitching, she was having another nightmare. Once more she stood before the Hivemind out in the Lost Feilds, the ash and remains of the Hivemind falling around her, a circle around herself, protected by the stone at her neck. The wolf's eyes grew large as she watched in flashes as the small pyre light moved down towards her. Noticing even more how the light rippled up against her fur, the warmth that had flooded her then. Everything went black as Siltharyn remained, standing on all fours in a place that was neither light nor dark.
'No, young wolf... I have my own thoughts. For I am the Hivemind, I wish no memories, feelings of another flow through this mind of empty voidless worlds' Siltharyn remembered all this in vivid clarity, she knew what was going to come. I will give you something instead... Bare forgiveness for this dark mistaken life, for I am nothing more then an endless void, black with all shadow...' Siltharyn felt tears burning at her dream-eyes as she listened once more to the words of a doomed voice. 'I will give you a memory, an essence of our old worlds... It will lie dormant within the back of your mind. Awaiting the time of when it shall be' Siltharyn shivered slightly, remembering that memory was still there, beyond any reach until the right time came.
'Bare the words of the Hivemind young wolf, whether you trust me or not, speak them, speak them when you 'know' it is time... and perhaps then... Perhaps then shall your world, your friends, your life be saved from eternal slumber...' Siltharyn knew the words and said them along with the Hivemind in her mind, whispering to herself.
'Absit omen ad astra, ad lucem, ad vitam aeternam... adsum' Siltharyn closed her eyes as she thought on those words, until she really did know the right time to say them, she would repeat them in her dreams to remember them. 'Speak those words wolf, when the time comes... You will know when it is upon you... You will'
And with that, the dream ended and Siltharyn slowly began to wake up to the scent of blood. Jumping up clumsily she looked around with sleep blurred eyes to see Dejah standing in front of her. Almost instantly her mind when to her neck, but He wasn't there. Looking up, Siltharyn merely flicked an ear as she noticed the Collar was now around Dejah's arm. Why did he insist on being around my neck then? Siltharyn was unsure but she sat back down and shook her head from side to side, trying to get her thoughts in proper alignment.
"Dejah." She said, her voice still thick with sleep. "What happened?" She said, referring to the blood that now dripped down the Gargoyle's arm.
he missed out >D oh well, probably better that way XD Poor Silth has to deal with this info her own way.))The wolf was unaware of the Collar looking in on her dreams, nor did she really remember them. The young wolf fell deeper and deeper into sleep until there were no dreams, she needed the sleep her body had gotten too stretched out. Siltharyn's sides softly rose and fell with rythmic breathing while her ears remained still when they were normally looking for any kind of sound that meant danger for her. There were dangers that Onin spoke to her about that Siltharyn hadn't any knowledge of yet. She knew the Red Knight was after the sword at her waste, but other then that? Onin had mentioned more, some who would want to kill her, so the young wolf was still in the black.
The approach of Dejah went unnoticed as Siltharyn was too deeply asleep and the fact that Dejah's scent reached her nose before anything else. Her mind subconsciously recognized it and didn't alert her. The wolf barely even stirred as Dejah reached down and took the Collar. She moved, shifting her position slightly and itched at her neck a little, but otherwise there wasn't any reaction physically, no major reaction anyway. Though mentally the slight movement around her neck had caused Siltharyn to stir, her subconscious rose back into dreaming as the Collar left her mind. For a few minutes while Dejah got the information from the Collar, Siltharyn's mind started to stir even more, bit by bit.
Her paws were the things that started twitching, she was having another nightmare. Once more she stood before the Hivemind out in the Lost Feilds, the ash and remains of the Hivemind falling around her, a circle around herself, protected by the stone at her neck. The wolf's eyes grew large as she watched in flashes as the small pyre light moved down towards her. Noticing even more how the light rippled up against her fur, the warmth that had flooded her then. Everything went black as Siltharyn remained, standing on all fours in a place that was neither light nor dark.
'No, young wolf... I have my own thoughts. For I am the Hivemind, I wish no memories, feelings of another flow through this mind of empty voidless worlds' Siltharyn remembered all this in vivid clarity, she knew what was going to come. I will give you something instead... Bare forgiveness for this dark mistaken life, for I am nothing more then an endless void, black with all shadow...' Siltharyn felt tears burning at her dream-eyes as she listened once more to the words of a doomed voice. 'I will give you a memory, an essence of our old worlds... It will lie dormant within the back of your mind. Awaiting the time of when it shall be' Siltharyn shivered slightly, remembering that memory was still there, beyond any reach until the right time came.
'Bare the words of the Hivemind young wolf, whether you trust me or not, speak them, speak them when you 'know' it is time... and perhaps then... Perhaps then shall your world, your friends, your life be saved from eternal slumber...' Siltharyn knew the words and said them along with the Hivemind in her mind, whispering to herself.
'Absit omen ad astra, ad lucem, ad vitam aeternam... adsum' Siltharyn closed her eyes as she thought on those words, until she really did know the right time to say them, she would repeat them in her dreams to remember them. 'Speak those words wolf, when the time comes... You will know when it is upon you... You will'
And with that, the dream ended and Siltharyn slowly began to wake up to the scent of blood. Jumping up clumsily she looked around with sleep blurred eyes to see Dejah standing in front of her. Almost instantly her mind when to her neck, but He wasn't there. Looking up, Siltharyn merely flicked an ear as she noticed the Collar was now around Dejah's arm. Why did he insist on being around my neck then? Siltharyn was unsure but she sat back down and shook her head from side to side, trying to get her thoughts in proper alignment.
"Dejah." She said, her voice still thick with sleep. "What happened?" She said, referring to the blood that now dripped down the Gargoyle's arm.
You never know what you can do, 'till you try.
Art and Silth © Me
((Blue something in mind for next time, Dejah doesn’t let her scent reach the air. There’s a thin layer of air between her body and the air around it at all times. Only thing that Silthy could have smelt was the breath she exhaled, it’d smell something like roses then of course the blood. It doesn’t really affect anything this time around, though it’d be the first time she smelt Dejah’s scent so there’s no way she could have recognized it.
As for him missing out, I’m pretty sure he’s had enough, lol))
With her head turned Dejah was able to see the twitching within the bush. She couldn’t make out exactly what was going on, but white would move now and then.
<More nightmares,> informed the Collar, <Her problem.> He gave the impression of a shrug. He wouldn’t say that he was kind of curious about what was locked away in her mind. However, he would rather not have any other information that would make his slave concerned. The gargoyle gave a breathless sigh.
There was a sudden movement from the bush. Dejah’s tail only swayed as the wolf got up. The sound was not that graceful. Tired…
"Dejah." "What happened?"
The wolfess spoke proving it. <Go ahead and ask child,> said the Collar. There was no answer, <There is no better time,>
No. simple and to the point.
<Come on Child, demand her,> he said more forcefully, <Say those two words! Do it!>
I refuse, hissed the half-breed’s mind. Her hand around him dug in. She tried to tear Him away from her flesh, I will call on you Demon when this is done. He hissed at her His runes going alight. As her claws tore Him away He burned His runes across her palm. There was a sucking sound as she pulled Him off her torn into flesh. The gargoyle’s hand fell to her side little streamers of smoke rising up between her fingers. Thick crimson blood oozed out of the thick band of raw flesh around her arm. Her opposite hand was clutched tight around the black leather.
Taloned feet shifted as the half-elf turned slowly around. Her lone wing shifted on her back as she looked at the wolf. Orange orbs stared at her dead on. The rest of the gargoyle’s face was left void of any comfort. ”Your enemies are more interesting then I first thought dear Siltharyn,” she said on her velvet tone. She looked as if she was going to add something but didn’t. The half-breed was considering her words with great difficulty. There were too many mixed emotions to deal with. Her hand with the Collar twitched as if it was going to come up then forced back down. That was the easy way…
She was dealing with being concerned for the well being of the creature before her. Physically the wolfess appeared fine, but she knew healing often hid the underlying problems. The story the Collar had shown her made her want to smirk. This happy creature had had as much of a hell as her or at least now she did. There was anger and possible sadness. If the Collar’s theory was right, then Siltharyn could pose a risk to the forest. An idea caused her eyes to finally divert. She really didn’t want things to come to that.
”You’re lucky He didn’t bite,” she said turning her eyes back as if nothing had happened. That was about as much of an apology for letting the Collar get a hold of her as she could manage. It was something out of her control. Everything had spiraled once she’d been bit by the wolf.
As for him missing out, I’m pretty sure he’s had enough, lol))
With her head turned Dejah was able to see the twitching within the bush. She couldn’t make out exactly what was going on, but white would move now and then.
<More nightmares,> informed the Collar, <Her problem.> He gave the impression of a shrug. He wouldn’t say that he was kind of curious about what was locked away in her mind. However, he would rather not have any other information that would make his slave concerned. The gargoyle gave a breathless sigh.
There was a sudden movement from the bush. Dejah’s tail only swayed as the wolf got up. The sound was not that graceful. Tired…
"Dejah." "What happened?"
The wolfess spoke proving it. <Go ahead and ask child,> said the Collar. There was no answer, <There is no better time,>
No. simple and to the point.
<Come on Child, demand her,> he said more forcefully, <Say those two words! Do it!>
I refuse, hissed the half-breed’s mind. Her hand around him dug in. She tried to tear Him away from her flesh, I will call on you Demon when this is done. He hissed at her His runes going alight. As her claws tore Him away He burned His runes across her palm. There was a sucking sound as she pulled Him off her torn into flesh. The gargoyle’s hand fell to her side little streamers of smoke rising up between her fingers. Thick crimson blood oozed out of the thick band of raw flesh around her arm. Her opposite hand was clutched tight around the black leather.
Taloned feet shifted as the half-elf turned slowly around. Her lone wing shifted on her back as she looked at the wolf. Orange orbs stared at her dead on. The rest of the gargoyle’s face was left void of any comfort. ”Your enemies are more interesting then I first thought dear Siltharyn,” she said on her velvet tone. She looked as if she was going to add something but didn’t. The half-breed was considering her words with great difficulty. There were too many mixed emotions to deal with. Her hand with the Collar twitched as if it was going to come up then forced back down. That was the easy way…
She was dealing with being concerned for the well being of the creature before her. Physically the wolfess appeared fine, but she knew healing often hid the underlying problems. The story the Collar had shown her made her want to smirk. This happy creature had had as much of a hell as her or at least now she did. There was anger and possible sadness. If the Collar’s theory was right, then Siltharyn could pose a risk to the forest. An idea caused her eyes to finally divert. She really didn’t want things to come to that.
”You’re lucky He didn’t bite,” she said turning her eyes back as if nothing had happened. That was about as much of an apology for letting the Collar get a hold of her as she could manage. It was something out of her control. Everything had spiraled once she’d been bit by the wolf.
Status: Ghost
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
The wolf was unable to figure out what her impression of Dejah was at this moment. Her mind was too foggy from only a slight amount of sleep at the moment to even think of the possibility that the Collar had some how gotten into her mind. Her eyes wouldn't focus correctly and when she tried to yawn she nearly fell over side-ways. Shaking her head, Siltharyn sat down and looked up at Dejah while she pulled the Collar from her arm. The Healer let off a soft growl at the sucking sound, that had to hurt. If Dejah had been the kind of person not to be offended by such a thing, Siltharyn would have offered to heal the wound, but the wolf had a strange feeling the Collar would not be removed for long.
Her right leg flinched as she resisted the urge to rub her neck... he had been on there long enough, any longer and... well she didn't really want to think about it.
However, she did flinch as Dejah commented about her enemies. For only a moment did her ears threaten to lower and her eyes grew clouded with pain, but with a single shake of her head, that was all washed away. Instead, Siltharyn simply shrugged and gave one of those non-commital grunt/sighs. She really wasn't going to talk about it, but that didn't mean that she was going to show it. Though, glancing down at the Collar, Siltharyn wondered how much he had told her.
When Dejah mentioned him biting her, she just shrugged again. "If he bit me I'd poison him. That's how it would have worked. I can change blood types when it's demanded of me, and I can alter poisons accordingly." Siltharyn realized she was babbling and shrugged again, not really saying anything. She understood, somewhat, how Dejah worked things. She never outright apologized and she didn't need anyone accepting the apology to know. Turning, Siltharyn felt somewhat awkward and looked back at Dejah, not really noticing how Dejah seemed to avert her eyes.
"Anyway, I should be going..." Said Siltharyn quietly as she got up onto unsteady feet. She nodded to Dejah, as much of a 'good-bye' that the gargoyle would probably expect. Siltharyn didn't want to stay any longer then she needed. She was still confused as to why Dejah seemed so... loyal to her, when she hadn't done anything to earn such a thing.
As the wolfess tried to walk away, she stumbled several times having a hard time staying on her feet because she was so tired. She had hardly gotten five feet before she nearly fell over. She was healed, but she was still exhausted.
Her right leg flinched as she resisted the urge to rub her neck... he had been on there long enough, any longer and... well she didn't really want to think about it.
However, she did flinch as Dejah commented about her enemies. For only a moment did her ears threaten to lower and her eyes grew clouded with pain, but with a single shake of her head, that was all washed away. Instead, Siltharyn simply shrugged and gave one of those non-commital grunt/sighs. She really wasn't going to talk about it, but that didn't mean that she was going to show it. Though, glancing down at the Collar, Siltharyn wondered how much he had told her.
When Dejah mentioned him biting her, she just shrugged again. "If he bit me I'd poison him. That's how it would have worked. I can change blood types when it's demanded of me, and I can alter poisons accordingly." Siltharyn realized she was babbling and shrugged again, not really saying anything. She understood, somewhat, how Dejah worked things. She never outright apologized and she didn't need anyone accepting the apology to know. Turning, Siltharyn felt somewhat awkward and looked back at Dejah, not really noticing how Dejah seemed to avert her eyes.
"Anyway, I should be going..." Said Siltharyn quietly as she got up onto unsteady feet. She nodded to Dejah, as much of a 'good-bye' that the gargoyle would probably expect. Siltharyn didn't want to stay any longer then she needed. She was still confused as to why Dejah seemed so... loyal to her, when she hadn't done anything to earn such a thing.
As the wolfess tried to walk away, she stumbled several times having a hard time staying on her feet because she was so tired. She had hardly gotten five feet before she nearly fell over. She was healed, but she was still exhausted.
You never know what you can do, 'till you try.
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The wolf was groggy. Lack of sleep, the Collar hadn’t touched on the subject of how much she’d had lately.
"If he bit me I'd poison him. That's how it would have worked. I can change blood types when it's demanded of me, and I can alter poisons accordingly."
The wolf babbled. The gargoyle wondered if she even knew what she’d said. Didn’t really matter, ”It’s not that simple…” whispered the gargoyle. The wolfess turned away, but gave a look back.
"Anyway, I should be going..."
The words were soft from the wolf’s lips. She got to her paws and gave only a nod. Orange eyes never once changed their gaze watching. Her burnt hand was the only thing that moved beside her swaying tail as she watched the wolf try and walk. Fingers slipped the Collar between her hip and loin cloth letting it straddle the brown material. The white wolfess with dipped points tried to walk away, but was having as much luck as a drunkard from a pub. That is if your local drunkard could be a wolf…
There was a twitch of fingers at the wolfess almost fell over. She’d find that she could not get to the ground. There was an invisible cushion contouring to her body to keep her up. Dejah shifted her weight walked the few steps Siltharyn’s staggering had put between them. Her talons crunched on the ground as they dug into the dirt. The gargoyle lowered herself to were she was sitting on the heels of her talons. Knees were together with her arms crossed over them. Her ridged tail was out behind her making the stance much more stable. Eyes shifted to the wolf she’d just let herself down to the same level as.
”That is not an option right now,” she told on her fixed velvet tone, ”You are in no condition to walk anywhere alone.” The half-breed’s horned head finally turned watching the wolfess. Her body was still, nothing moving except the blood from her arm. No muscle twitched, no breath left her lips and no beat sounded from her heart. ”I can not stop you from trying to leave, but I can stop you once you do. Your better options, if your mind is awake enough to consider, is to tell me were you plan to go or I will take you to…” she paused, still not sure if she could say ‘home’, ”A place where you will be safe till you are able to once again function correctly.” There was never a threatening tone in her voice. This was how it was going to be…
The gargoyle’s eyes remained on the white wolf. Even under the night’s lighting, her sharp orange eyes and the dark locks that framed her face were sharp contrasts to the pale color of her skin.
"If he bit me I'd poison him. That's how it would have worked. I can change blood types when it's demanded of me, and I can alter poisons accordingly."
The wolf babbled. The gargoyle wondered if she even knew what she’d said. Didn’t really matter, ”It’s not that simple…” whispered the gargoyle. The wolfess turned away, but gave a look back.
"Anyway, I should be going..."
The words were soft from the wolf’s lips. She got to her paws and gave only a nod. Orange eyes never once changed their gaze watching. Her burnt hand was the only thing that moved beside her swaying tail as she watched the wolf try and walk. Fingers slipped the Collar between her hip and loin cloth letting it straddle the brown material. The white wolfess with dipped points tried to walk away, but was having as much luck as a drunkard from a pub. That is if your local drunkard could be a wolf…
There was a twitch of fingers at the wolfess almost fell over. She’d find that she could not get to the ground. There was an invisible cushion contouring to her body to keep her up. Dejah shifted her weight walked the few steps Siltharyn’s staggering had put between them. Her talons crunched on the ground as they dug into the dirt. The gargoyle lowered herself to were she was sitting on the heels of her talons. Knees were together with her arms crossed over them. Her ridged tail was out behind her making the stance much more stable. Eyes shifted to the wolf she’d just let herself down to the same level as.
”That is not an option right now,” she told on her fixed velvet tone, ”You are in no condition to walk anywhere alone.” The half-breed’s horned head finally turned watching the wolfess. Her body was still, nothing moving except the blood from her arm. No muscle twitched, no breath left her lips and no beat sounded from her heart. ”I can not stop you from trying to leave, but I can stop you once you do. Your better options, if your mind is awake enough to consider, is to tell me were you plan to go or I will take you to…” she paused, still not sure if she could say ‘home’, ”A place where you will be safe till you are able to once again function correctly.” There was never a threatening tone in her voice. This was how it was going to be…
The gargoyle’s eyes remained on the white wolf. Even under the night’s lighting, her sharp orange eyes and the dark locks that framed her face were sharp contrasts to the pale color of her skin.
Status: Ghost
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
((Flare I just winged it with that air thing >>; XD Silth fell over, hope that be's okies with you... and yeah, Silth ain't gonna let Dejah do the whole "You do things my way or no way" thing XD I've always wondered what would happen if these two were both stubborn at the same time XD!!! And I've decided it won't hurt for Silth to go to Silvertree the next day 
lol. If others can stretch the time then I can by one more day oh well X3))
There was nothing for it, Siltharyn was not going to be given the peace she so craved this night. The quiet that she wished to throw herself into, to be able to rest in long blades of grass... alone.
As Siltharyn stumbled to the side and nearly fell, she felt something pressing in against her side and was thrown off-balance slightly yelping faintly as her legs left from under her and she landed in mid-air, or so it looked to her. The wolf tried to struggle back up, but her paws couldn't reach the ground at the moment. Instead, she looked up to see Dejah lowering herself to her eye level. Siltharyn still tried to get up and was able to rest on two legs while her other two touched the ground. Ice blue orbs met orange as Siltharyn looked directly into Dejah's eyes. Her face was blank and as passive as if nothing had even happened this night, that she hadn't learned that everything she knew was a lie.
"Leave me be, Dejah." She said quietly in a tone that couldn't ever be described as anything but polite, but demanding at the same time. Siltharyn listened as Dejah explained to her that she wouldn't be going anywhere, but Siltharyn had a whole different idea in mind. She was going to walk on her own four feet to where she wanted to go. The thing was, she wasn't sure if she wanted to go to one place, or another. Unable to make up her mind due to the fogginess. "I'm quite sure I can take care of myself." A slight bit of a wince wrapped around her eyes Not that it really matters in the end anyway. She thought quietly as she knew that there were others out there that would take the all too potent opportunity to attack a tired victim.
Siltharyn struggled to her feet and looked Dejah in the eye, her fur bristling softly as she wondered if Dejah meant she was loosing her mind. "I 'function' just fine as I am right now." Siltharyn too kept her voice steady and even, trying not to become aggressive. Aggressive was dangerous for her... too dangerous. Finally, she looked at Dejah and sighed. "Really, I'm fine. I just need to... think about some," she paused, swallowing to keep her voice even, "things." Siltharyn moved to step to the side of Dejah, taking a step forward and forcing her limbs to keep from shaking, but all her concentration went into the three steps she was now attempting.
lol. If others can stretch the time then I can by one more day oh well X3))There was nothing for it, Siltharyn was not going to be given the peace she so craved this night. The quiet that she wished to throw herself into, to be able to rest in long blades of grass... alone.
As Siltharyn stumbled to the side and nearly fell, she felt something pressing in against her side and was thrown off-balance slightly yelping faintly as her legs left from under her and she landed in mid-air, or so it looked to her. The wolf tried to struggle back up, but her paws couldn't reach the ground at the moment. Instead, she looked up to see Dejah lowering herself to her eye level. Siltharyn still tried to get up and was able to rest on two legs while her other two touched the ground. Ice blue orbs met orange as Siltharyn looked directly into Dejah's eyes. Her face was blank and as passive as if nothing had even happened this night, that she hadn't learned that everything she knew was a lie.
"Leave me be, Dejah." She said quietly in a tone that couldn't ever be described as anything but polite, but demanding at the same time. Siltharyn listened as Dejah explained to her that she wouldn't be going anywhere, but Siltharyn had a whole different idea in mind. She was going to walk on her own four feet to where she wanted to go. The thing was, she wasn't sure if she wanted to go to one place, or another. Unable to make up her mind due to the fogginess. "I'm quite sure I can take care of myself." A slight bit of a wince wrapped around her eyes Not that it really matters in the end anyway. She thought quietly as she knew that there were others out there that would take the all too potent opportunity to attack a tired victim.
Siltharyn struggled to her feet and looked Dejah in the eye, her fur bristling softly as she wondered if Dejah meant she was loosing her mind. "I 'function' just fine as I am right now." Siltharyn too kept her voice steady and even, trying not to become aggressive. Aggressive was dangerous for her... too dangerous. Finally, she looked at Dejah and sighed. "Really, I'm fine. I just need to... think about some," she paused, swallowing to keep her voice even, "things." Siltharyn moved to step to the side of Dejah, taking a step forward and forcing her limbs to keep from shaking, but all her concentration went into the three steps she was now attempting.
You never know what you can do, 'till you try.
Art and Silth © Me
((That was pretty good. It was just something to level her out, like resting in a bunch of pillows. A soft kind of thing that would keep her up. Actually it’s not as simple as ‘my way or the highway’ even if it sounds like it. Lol. I could see this getting interesting if Siltharyn lost her cool. BTW, Dejah is making replying very difficult))
The wolfess put on a poker face that Dejah only watched. It was a bluff…
"Leave me be, Dejah."
The gargoyle showed nothing. The wolf’s voice wanted it of her.
"I'm quite sure I can take care of myself."
Again nothing changed in her elven features. There was no visible laugh or even show of amusement. She obviously didn’t think so, her wording betrayed it. She should not have said the first three words.
"I 'function' just fine as I am right now."
Finally her expression changed. A brow rose noticing the soft bristling of white fur. She’d taken something wrong? Must have for the display. The half-breed thought on her words. They were correct in the wolf’s drowsy state…
"Really, I'm fine. I just need to... think about some,"
The wolf paused.
"things."
The wolf finished her thought. There was no doubt in Dejah’s mind that she didn’t. Siltharyn then moved to try and continue what she’d started. It looked like it was taking more energy then it actually needed. The half-breed stood back up without sigh or shrug at the other beast’s actions. There was a step, but when the gargoyle’s talons grabbed into the ground the sound was not allowed to lift into the air. Her ridged tail swayed behind her. ”As I said dear Siltharyn, I can not stop you from trying,” she said letting her eyes drop. Her hand came up so her other could press a thumb into the brunt flesh. The claw of her thumb traced the symbols, ”It is your choice not to heed my words.”
The claw pressed into the line of one of the symbols almost breaking through the wound. The pain tingled up her arm from her hand. There was a soft smile from her cast in shadow. An idea, but…
Her face melted back to its normal unmoved self. Another step, parallel to where the wolf was heading if her steps came through. Hands fell back to the half-breed’s sides as her orange orbs watched. It was difficult to keep her restraint. She was urged to help, yet letting her mask fall would cause her trouble later. Basically she was fighting her instincts.
Eyes shifted looking around checking the area. Her other senses were just as alert. ”You are welcome to try me, but I will not leave you to this darkness…”
The wolfess put on a poker face that Dejah only watched. It was a bluff…
"Leave me be, Dejah."
The gargoyle showed nothing. The wolf’s voice wanted it of her.
"I'm quite sure I can take care of myself."
Again nothing changed in her elven features. There was no visible laugh or even show of amusement. She obviously didn’t think so, her wording betrayed it. She should not have said the first three words.
"I 'function' just fine as I am right now."
Finally her expression changed. A brow rose noticing the soft bristling of white fur. She’d taken something wrong? Must have for the display. The half-breed thought on her words. They were correct in the wolf’s drowsy state…
"Really, I'm fine. I just need to... think about some,"
The wolf paused.
"things."
The wolf finished her thought. There was no doubt in Dejah’s mind that she didn’t. Siltharyn then moved to try and continue what she’d started. It looked like it was taking more energy then it actually needed. The half-breed stood back up without sigh or shrug at the other beast’s actions. There was a step, but when the gargoyle’s talons grabbed into the ground the sound was not allowed to lift into the air. Her ridged tail swayed behind her. ”As I said dear Siltharyn, I can not stop you from trying,” she said letting her eyes drop. Her hand came up so her other could press a thumb into the brunt flesh. The claw of her thumb traced the symbols, ”It is your choice not to heed my words.”
The claw pressed into the line of one of the symbols almost breaking through the wound. The pain tingled up her arm from her hand. There was a soft smile from her cast in shadow. An idea, but…
Her face melted back to its normal unmoved self. Another step, parallel to where the wolf was heading if her steps came through. Hands fell back to the half-breed’s sides as her orange orbs watched. It was difficult to keep her restraint. She was urged to help, yet letting her mask fall would cause her trouble later. Basically she was fighting her instincts.
Eyes shifted looking around checking the area. Her other senses were just as alert. ”You are welcome to try me, but I will not leave you to this darkness…”
Status: Ghost
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
((Lol. XD Don't worry, Silthy is getting even more stubborn and is like "Look I'm a big girl I can take care of myself!" XD XD so no worries if Dejah is being difficult, the effort seems to be reciprocated on this side as well XD))
Siltharyn didn't really want to say anything to Dejah at the moment, she simply wanted to be alone. Alone to think, alone to hurt, alone to just cry if she needed to! She wouldn't ever show weakness in front of another, not like that. Siltharyn didn't believe there was a problem with being emotional, to show that she could cry, but around the Collar especially, she didn't want him to see her break. "Dejah, please." She asked quietly as Dejah moved. Siltharyn took several steps, her limbs shaking the entire time no matter how much she told them not to.
Taking a few more steps was a little easier, but her head had started to spin by that point and her stomach got upset as the night's events finally caught up with her. Siltharyn wavered on her feet and gagged, stomach heaving to try and rid herself of it's contents, there was one problem: there were no contents. Siltharyn hadn't eaten for twenty four hours at the very least. To put it simply, Siltharyn was not in the best of states, but she'd be caught twice the fool if she would allow someone to take care of the Healer.
I have to be strong! I can't let this beat me! She thought to herself as she paused to fight her stomach and spinning head. I can't... But her mind twisted in on itself. You don't even know if this is all real! Were her thoughts, looking back on what Rishcath had said, but then her mind pushed further back to when her 'pack' had killed itself. She remembered the sickening feel of killing her 'pack sister' but as it turned out it never had happened! Siltharyn's stomach rolled even more as she remembered the scent of blood, the feel of it on her claws, the way her teeth tore through flesh, but none of it, not a single bit of the vivid memory was... real.
The wolf had finally had enough and she stood there, head lowered and body quivering, trying to force her stomach to behave itself, but it would have nothing of it. Staggering, Siltharyn fell in behind a set of bushes. Another thing she'd be caught twice the fool of: letting someone else see her sick. It may have seemed like a silly thing, but in the pact structure, Siltharyn was suppose to be one of those individuals others looked to. She couldn't allow anyone to see herself sick, it was what she was taught...
The sound of dry heaving (and the fact that the one doing it was trying to be quiet) echoed quietly through the air. Her teacher, mentor, father, the one who held her when she was scared, the one who taught her the art of Healing. How could all this be true? It made her sick to know that she had been using Rishcath's training all this time in order to Heal, was it worth it?
That was a question she'd have to settle later. As Siltharyn's stomach finally settled and she drank a mixture of things from her pouch, she stumbled back out and hit the ground fast and hard. Her eyes shut for a short bit, almost as if she had fallen back to sleep, but with a grunt she got herself back up to shaky limbs and started to walk off, or try to, again. "Thank you... for your concern Dejah. But I can take care of myself, I have before, and I will now." Siltharyn stepped past Dejah by five steps.
Siltharyn didn't really want to say anything to Dejah at the moment, she simply wanted to be alone. Alone to think, alone to hurt, alone to just cry if she needed to! She wouldn't ever show weakness in front of another, not like that. Siltharyn didn't believe there was a problem with being emotional, to show that she could cry, but around the Collar especially, she didn't want him to see her break. "Dejah, please." She asked quietly as Dejah moved. Siltharyn took several steps, her limbs shaking the entire time no matter how much she told them not to.
Taking a few more steps was a little easier, but her head had started to spin by that point and her stomach got upset as the night's events finally caught up with her. Siltharyn wavered on her feet and gagged, stomach heaving to try and rid herself of it's contents, there was one problem: there were no contents. Siltharyn hadn't eaten for twenty four hours at the very least. To put it simply, Siltharyn was not in the best of states, but she'd be caught twice the fool if she would allow someone to take care of the Healer.
I have to be strong! I can't let this beat me! She thought to herself as she paused to fight her stomach and spinning head. I can't... But her mind twisted in on itself. You don't even know if this is all real! Were her thoughts, looking back on what Rishcath had said, but then her mind pushed further back to when her 'pack' had killed itself. She remembered the sickening feel of killing her 'pack sister' but as it turned out it never had happened! Siltharyn's stomach rolled even more as she remembered the scent of blood, the feel of it on her claws, the way her teeth tore through flesh, but none of it, not a single bit of the vivid memory was... real.
The wolf had finally had enough and she stood there, head lowered and body quivering, trying to force her stomach to behave itself, but it would have nothing of it. Staggering, Siltharyn fell in behind a set of bushes. Another thing she'd be caught twice the fool of: letting someone else see her sick. It may have seemed like a silly thing, but in the pact structure, Siltharyn was suppose to be one of those individuals others looked to. She couldn't allow anyone to see herself sick, it was what she was taught...
The sound of dry heaving (and the fact that the one doing it was trying to be quiet) echoed quietly through the air. Her teacher, mentor, father, the one who held her when she was scared, the one who taught her the art of Healing. How could all this be true? It made her sick to know that she had been using Rishcath's training all this time in order to Heal, was it worth it?
That was a question she'd have to settle later. As Siltharyn's stomach finally settled and she drank a mixture of things from her pouch, she stumbled back out and hit the ground fast and hard. Her eyes shut for a short bit, almost as if she had fallen back to sleep, but with a grunt she got herself back up to shaky limbs and started to walk off, or try to, again. "Thank you... for your concern Dejah. But I can take care of myself, I have before, and I will now." Siltharyn stepped past Dejah by five steps.
You never know what you can do, 'till you try.
Art and Silth © Me
((Now if Dejah believed that, we wouldn’t have this problem. Siltharyn needs to be more convincing. Lol ))
The wolf was quiet before she’d moved and only spoke two words when she had. The gargoyle decided against crossing her arms as her hands had lifted to do that action. It was a response to the situation, but she fought it pushing her hands back to her sides. The wolfess had been polite; however the half-breed wasn’t going to be waved off. Siltharyn started dry heaving. Dejah only watched as she made it to the bush. Her eyes closed a moment concentrating on the area around them. The sound of the werewolf trying to regurgitate her insides didn’t exist outside where they were. The sound waves shattered so they wouldn’t carry.
The gargoyle waited till the healer stumbled out, her eyes reopening at the sound. She slammed into the ground, but Dejah didn’t move. Her orange eyes stayed on the beast. After only a moment shaky limbs placed themselves back under her.
"Thank you... for your concern Dejah. But I can take care of myself, I have before, and I will now."
The half-breed turned slightly as the wolf passed her. Claws came up pushing black hair out of her eyes as she shook her head lightly. It was all she could do from keeping a few actions hidden. ”It hurts doesn’t it dear Siltharyn?” she asked as her weight shifted to one leg. Her hand rested under her chin as the other rest at the first’s elbow, ”You might want to ask something of yourself, if it is not already one of things going through your mind. I know why I was created. Why I was molded the way I was when I first arrived to this forest. To be an obedient breed bitch. I have to wonder, why spend the time creating you?”
Her arms slowly lowered crossing over her chest. She couldn’t fight the urge anymore. The rest of the half-breed’s body stayed the same. Her ridged tail would flick now and then at the tail tip. ”We were forged for a purpose my dear,” she said, ”However, we can make the choice to change our destiny. We can fight back if we so choose.” Her burnt hand lifted as she looked down, ”The fight is both body and soul…” the words so soft on her velvet tone. It was a whisper from her lips.
Hands fell to her sides. What did it matter the wolf already stated…
”No,” growled Dejah her eyes starting to glaze orange, ”Do not try and pretend that.” The gargoyle owed something to the actions of a margoygle, an enemy that’d helped her when her world had crashed down around her.
Hasted steps brought her to block the wolf’s path. Her lone wing spread out. ”Make an enemy of me dear Siltharyn if you want to be left alone,” she hissed, ”I will not watch you destroy yourself unless I am your enemy.” Her eyes were pleading. Obviously she was sticking around for some other reason then just plain concern.
The wolf was quiet before she’d moved and only spoke two words when she had. The gargoyle decided against crossing her arms as her hands had lifted to do that action. It was a response to the situation, but she fought it pushing her hands back to her sides. The wolfess had been polite; however the half-breed wasn’t going to be waved off. Siltharyn started dry heaving. Dejah only watched as she made it to the bush. Her eyes closed a moment concentrating on the area around them. The sound of the werewolf trying to regurgitate her insides didn’t exist outside where they were. The sound waves shattered so they wouldn’t carry.
The gargoyle waited till the healer stumbled out, her eyes reopening at the sound. She slammed into the ground, but Dejah didn’t move. Her orange eyes stayed on the beast. After only a moment shaky limbs placed themselves back under her.
"Thank you... for your concern Dejah. But I can take care of myself, I have before, and I will now."
The half-breed turned slightly as the wolf passed her. Claws came up pushing black hair out of her eyes as she shook her head lightly. It was all she could do from keeping a few actions hidden. ”It hurts doesn’t it dear Siltharyn?” she asked as her weight shifted to one leg. Her hand rested under her chin as the other rest at the first’s elbow, ”You might want to ask something of yourself, if it is not already one of things going through your mind. I know why I was created. Why I was molded the way I was when I first arrived to this forest. To be an obedient breed bitch. I have to wonder, why spend the time creating you?”
Her arms slowly lowered crossing over her chest. She couldn’t fight the urge anymore. The rest of the half-breed’s body stayed the same. Her ridged tail would flick now and then at the tail tip. ”We were forged for a purpose my dear,” she said, ”However, we can make the choice to change our destiny. We can fight back if we so choose.” Her burnt hand lifted as she looked down, ”The fight is both body and soul…” the words so soft on her velvet tone. It was a whisper from her lips.
Hands fell to her sides. What did it matter the wolf already stated…
”No,” growled Dejah her eyes starting to glaze orange, ”Do not try and pretend that.” The gargoyle owed something to the actions of a margoygle, an enemy that’d helped her when her world had crashed down around her.
Hasted steps brought her to block the wolf’s path. Her lone wing spread out. ”Make an enemy of me dear Siltharyn if you want to be left alone,” she hissed, ”I will not watch you destroy yourself unless I am your enemy.” Her eyes were pleading. Obviously she was sticking around for some other reason then just plain concern.
Status: Ghost
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
(XD! Oh my gosh, this is gettin' slightly touchy eh? Gods this post was so hard to write, Silth is really mixed up in the head right now >.<; Egods! She's kinda a little, uhhhh, bonkers.)
An enemy? Siltharyn had simply been trying to find some peace, to be alone to get her thoughts, but now, now how could, no, this....
Siltharyn looked up into Dejah's pleading eyes. What she had said, what had been spoken... "Dejah..." The idea that she could change her destiny, but that conflicted so much with what she had learned. Destiny didn't exist... did it? "No, Destiny doesn't exist. I have my own choices I can make, I just, just need time to think." Her mind was having troubles keeping up with her, there was so much bouncing around on the inside it was becoming an overload. What Dejah said didn't make sense in her head and Siltharyn was dumbfounded.
And now, after what she said, Dejah was standing in front of her and to Siltharyn's clouded mind, she was telling her to attack to make Dejah her enemy, that, but no... no, she couldn't, she wouldn't! Siltharyn's eyes went wide and her head lowered as Dejah stood in front of her. She was so confused nothing added up in her mind, it was so hard to link one thought into another. The young wolfess lowered down and took a step back, shaking her head slightly from one side to another. "No, Dejah." She tried to take another step back, but faltered and nearly fell over. "I won't make an enemy out of you. I can't, I..." Siltharyn's ears lowered and she backed up further. How could she force a choice on her like that? What did Dejah want!? Why does it seems everyone wants something from me? Her mind was so confused she wasn't able to tell herself that what she had just wondered was foolish, Dejah couldn't have wanted anything from her, she was trying to help her. "I won't loose anyone else, in any way." For all that she was trying to keep her voice calm, was rising in a panic. "I can't! I won't!" Siltharyn's eyes had gone from becoming panicked to out right terror. She couldn't watch as someone she considered a friend become an enemy! She wouldn't let it happen!
Siltharyn violently shook her head from side to side, closing her eyes. She hadn't been this confused since, since back at the Village, since she watched her family destroy itself, but they didn't really do it! They didn't really do it!
The wolf's shaking limbs grew suddenly still and she growled softly. Damn him! She thought to herself. Damn him for doing this to me! It's his fault! His fault! Siltharyn's hackles rose up on end as her ears flattened. It was his fault! All his damned fault that she was suffering this way! Her energy started to boil up as her blood boiled even further until it started to take a physical form, the easiest and closes for it could: Electricity. It built up around her body, rolling up her dominate arm first, her right, until it lit her body with white-blue light. Siltharyn shifted forms and snarled and turned on the closest tree, slamming a fist into it. Blood spattered with bark as her knuckles broke on the tree. Siltharyn howled out in ravaged pain and punched the tree with her other hand as tears finally rolled down her cheeks, her face a pure snarl.
There was one major problem however, Siltharyn had never, never ever used electricity before that battle with Rishcath. She knew how to do it, she knew the principle, but it was difficult to control because she had never felt rage before, the aggression that a predator could find themselves within a frenzy. She was too gentle a creature. The shock of the electricity hit her own body instead and Siltharyn wrapped her arms around herself, her mouth open like she was yelling, but not a sound was uttered out. One can't scream when being electrocuted, it was impossible.
In a matter of moments the blazing energy was gone and Siltharyn stood there for a moment, looking down at her hands, the hands that had been covered in blood, the hands that had taken a family member's life. "Destiny... is there when it needs to be... choice is there always." It was the same thing she had said to Onin when he asked her if she believed in fate. With that said, she looked up at Dejah, her eyes calm and her features even calmer. "Maybe, I'm not doing so... well." Siltharyn fell down to her knees, holding her head her fur even slightly charred in some places. "Not so well at all." She shook her head slightly once more and then fell over onto her side, trying to get up once more, Siltharyn simply closed her eyes. Life would be so much easier, if things were plain, ordinary, and simple. Is this what makes Deep Forest so special? The creatures within it? Maybe it's the forest itself that needs these creatures to keep it safe, to feed into its magic. I don't know... Her mind finally cleared up just as she lost consciousness.
An enemy? Siltharyn had simply been trying to find some peace, to be alone to get her thoughts, but now, now how could, no, this....
Siltharyn looked up into Dejah's pleading eyes. What she had said, what had been spoken... "Dejah..." The idea that she could change her destiny, but that conflicted so much with what she had learned. Destiny didn't exist... did it? "No, Destiny doesn't exist. I have my own choices I can make, I just, just need time to think." Her mind was having troubles keeping up with her, there was so much bouncing around on the inside it was becoming an overload. What Dejah said didn't make sense in her head and Siltharyn was dumbfounded.
And now, after what she said, Dejah was standing in front of her and to Siltharyn's clouded mind, she was telling her to attack to make Dejah her enemy, that, but no... no, she couldn't, she wouldn't! Siltharyn's eyes went wide and her head lowered as Dejah stood in front of her. She was so confused nothing added up in her mind, it was so hard to link one thought into another. The young wolfess lowered down and took a step back, shaking her head slightly from one side to another. "No, Dejah." She tried to take another step back, but faltered and nearly fell over. "I won't make an enemy out of you. I can't, I..." Siltharyn's ears lowered and she backed up further. How could she force a choice on her like that? What did Dejah want!? Why does it seems everyone wants something from me? Her mind was so confused she wasn't able to tell herself that what she had just wondered was foolish, Dejah couldn't have wanted anything from her, she was trying to help her. "I won't loose anyone else, in any way." For all that she was trying to keep her voice calm, was rising in a panic. "I can't! I won't!" Siltharyn's eyes had gone from becoming panicked to out right terror. She couldn't watch as someone she considered a friend become an enemy! She wouldn't let it happen!
Siltharyn violently shook her head from side to side, closing her eyes. She hadn't been this confused since, since back at the Village, since she watched her family destroy itself, but they didn't really do it! They didn't really do it!
The wolf's shaking limbs grew suddenly still and she growled softly. Damn him! She thought to herself. Damn him for doing this to me! It's his fault! His fault! Siltharyn's hackles rose up on end as her ears flattened. It was his fault! All his damned fault that she was suffering this way! Her energy started to boil up as her blood boiled even further until it started to take a physical form, the easiest and closes for it could: Electricity. It built up around her body, rolling up her dominate arm first, her right, until it lit her body with white-blue light. Siltharyn shifted forms and snarled and turned on the closest tree, slamming a fist into it. Blood spattered with bark as her knuckles broke on the tree. Siltharyn howled out in ravaged pain and punched the tree with her other hand as tears finally rolled down her cheeks, her face a pure snarl.
There was one major problem however, Siltharyn had never, never ever used electricity before that battle with Rishcath. She knew how to do it, she knew the principle, but it was difficult to control because she had never felt rage before, the aggression that a predator could find themselves within a frenzy. She was too gentle a creature. The shock of the electricity hit her own body instead and Siltharyn wrapped her arms around herself, her mouth open like she was yelling, but not a sound was uttered out. One can't scream when being electrocuted, it was impossible.
In a matter of moments the blazing energy was gone and Siltharyn stood there for a moment, looking down at her hands, the hands that had been covered in blood, the hands that had taken a family member's life. "Destiny... is there when it needs to be... choice is there always." It was the same thing she had said to Onin when he asked her if she believed in fate. With that said, she looked up at Dejah, her eyes calm and her features even calmer. "Maybe, I'm not doing so... well." Siltharyn fell down to her knees, holding her head her fur even slightly charred in some places. "Not so well at all." She shook her head slightly once more and then fell over onto her side, trying to get up once more, Siltharyn simply closed her eyes. Life would be so much easier, if things were plain, ordinary, and simple. Is this what makes Deep Forest so special? The creatures within it? Maybe it's the forest itself that needs these creatures to keep it safe, to feed into its magic. I don't know... Her mind finally cleared up just as she lost consciousness.
You never know what you can do, 'till you try.
Art and Silth © Me
((Touchy? I’m not sure that’s the word I’d use, but I don’t know what word I’d use. Complicated? Intense? Please-shoot-me-now? Lol *pets Silthy* We still love you even if you are insane.))
Siltharyn looked up at her.
"Dejah...""No, Destiny doesn't exist. I have my own choices I can make, I just, just need time to think."
”Then don’t believe it in,” rang her velvet tone, ”Believe in fate or chance. Our choices mean something.” The gargoyle hoped so. She’d made the choice to remove the Collar to speak. She made the choice to put the Collar on Meali. That choice had brought this chance…
Dejah stood there with her wing open and arms slightly raised. The wolf stepped back shaking her head.
"No, Dejah."
The wolf nearly fell and though the half-breed was compelled to move she held her ground.
"I won't make an enemy out of you. I can't, I..."
The wolf kept backing away.
"I won't loose anyone else, in any way."
Her voice was being stricken with emotion.
"I can't! I won't!"
The wolf’s eyes…she was terrified. Dejah’s wing fell as she turned her eyes. Hands fell back to her sides. A step forward…
Movement, orange orbs came back. The healer shook her head violently and closed her eyes. Clearing her mind? A growl came from her throat. The shaking in the wolf’s legs had stopped. Her hackles rose and ears flattened. Suddenly the gargoyle was all too familiar with the emotion consuming the wolfess. Unlike her, the rage took on physical form…no that wasn’t unlike her at all. The element was far different, so was the color.
Siltharyn, it doesn’t solve anything… she thought her hands coming up to her chest. Her right hand over the left as they paused above the v in her collar bone. Orange watched as the wolf shifted and went for the nearest victim. Her hand crunched into the tree sending blood, bark, and painful howl into the air. The howl, the sounds were all hidden from the outside world...
Siltharyn continued, tears and her muzzle twisted into a snarl. Her knuckles had to be broken. The gargoyle watched as there was nothing she could say to bring this to an end. The energy that’d manifested somehow turned on the wolf. Her arms went about her, mouth twisted in a scream that never left her throat. When all was gone…
"Destiny... is there when it needs to be... choice is there always”
She spoke as if it was a thing. She looked back up at the gargoyle. Her features lied, they were too calm.
"Maybe, I'm not doing so... well."
Talon feet moved the half-breed closer as the werewolf fell to her knees. Orange orbs could make out the charred bits in her hide. Hands were back to her sides as she moved.
"Not so well at all."
Another head shake and the wolf was down on her side. Dejah inched closer, though it was nothing close to a creep. It looked like she went to move again, but her lids over came her eyes. Orange widened slightly as the gargoyle went to her side. She was down on her knees. Did she go into shock?
Dejah froze as she went to move. This was a completely different situation, yet…
Eyes blinked as she forced herself out of it. They opened a bright, glowing orange. No, not again… though the thought had so many possible meanings.
A growl escaped her throat. A clawed hand went to Siltharyn’s throat looking for a pulse, not like she could really feel it with her distance sense of touch. Eyes studied the charred marks. From what she understood from the Collar, her body would take care of itself. That’d make sense using her appearance when this all started…
Her hand shifted, moving and wiggling under the wolfess’ shoulders. The half-breed used her other to check out the werewolf’s hands. Tendrils of orange removed the debris on the surface, leaving any embedded chunks if there were anyway.
Orange eyes, glazed over with glow, looked up to the sky as the hand that’d controlled the air fell back to her side. She was debating…
Head fell down, black locks cascading all around to shroud her face in shadow, though it didn’t hide the glow from her eyes. Arms pulled Siltharyn against her ever so gently and held onto her. She decided against picking her up just yet. Dejah had no way of reassuring the wolf when she awoke. If she woke up from a nightmare right after she started…
They really did need to get out of the open. The gargoyle could hide their sounds and scents, but there was no way to hide them from view. ”Siltharyn…”
Siltharyn looked up at her.
"Dejah...""No, Destiny doesn't exist. I have my own choices I can make, I just, just need time to think."
”Then don’t believe it in,” rang her velvet tone, ”Believe in fate or chance. Our choices mean something.” The gargoyle hoped so. She’d made the choice to remove the Collar to speak. She made the choice to put the Collar on Meali. That choice had brought this chance…
Dejah stood there with her wing open and arms slightly raised. The wolf stepped back shaking her head.
"No, Dejah."
The wolf nearly fell and though the half-breed was compelled to move she held her ground.
"I won't make an enemy out of you. I can't, I..."
The wolf kept backing away.
"I won't loose anyone else, in any way."
Her voice was being stricken with emotion.
"I can't! I won't!"
The wolf’s eyes…she was terrified. Dejah’s wing fell as she turned her eyes. Hands fell back to her sides. A step forward…
Movement, orange orbs came back. The healer shook her head violently and closed her eyes. Clearing her mind? A growl came from her throat. The shaking in the wolf’s legs had stopped. Her hackles rose and ears flattened. Suddenly the gargoyle was all too familiar with the emotion consuming the wolfess. Unlike her, the rage took on physical form…no that wasn’t unlike her at all. The element was far different, so was the color.
Siltharyn, it doesn’t solve anything… she thought her hands coming up to her chest. Her right hand over the left as they paused above the v in her collar bone. Orange watched as the wolf shifted and went for the nearest victim. Her hand crunched into the tree sending blood, bark, and painful howl into the air. The howl, the sounds were all hidden from the outside world...
Siltharyn continued, tears and her muzzle twisted into a snarl. Her knuckles had to be broken. The gargoyle watched as there was nothing she could say to bring this to an end. The energy that’d manifested somehow turned on the wolf. Her arms went about her, mouth twisted in a scream that never left her throat. When all was gone…
"Destiny... is there when it needs to be... choice is there always”
She spoke as if it was a thing. She looked back up at the gargoyle. Her features lied, they were too calm.
"Maybe, I'm not doing so... well."
Talon feet moved the half-breed closer as the werewolf fell to her knees. Orange orbs could make out the charred bits in her hide. Hands were back to her sides as she moved.
"Not so well at all."
Another head shake and the wolf was down on her side. Dejah inched closer, though it was nothing close to a creep. It looked like she went to move again, but her lids over came her eyes. Orange widened slightly as the gargoyle went to her side. She was down on her knees. Did she go into shock?
Dejah froze as she went to move. This was a completely different situation, yet…
Eyes blinked as she forced herself out of it. They opened a bright, glowing orange. No, not again… though the thought had so many possible meanings.
A growl escaped her throat. A clawed hand went to Siltharyn’s throat looking for a pulse, not like she could really feel it with her distance sense of touch. Eyes studied the charred marks. From what she understood from the Collar, her body would take care of itself. That’d make sense using her appearance when this all started…
Her hand shifted, moving and wiggling under the wolfess’ shoulders. The half-breed used her other to check out the werewolf’s hands. Tendrils of orange removed the debris on the surface, leaving any embedded chunks if there were anyway.
Orange eyes, glazed over with glow, looked up to the sky as the hand that’d controlled the air fell back to her side. She was debating…
Head fell down, black locks cascading all around to shroud her face in shadow, though it didn’t hide the glow from her eyes. Arms pulled Siltharyn against her ever so gently and held onto her. She decided against picking her up just yet. Dejah had no way of reassuring the wolf when she awoke. If she woke up from a nightmare right after she started…
They really did need to get out of the open. The gargoyle could hide their sounds and scents, but there was no way to hide them from view. ”Siltharyn…”
Status: Ghost
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
((Flare, I guess you can do what you want from here XD Silth is gonna be out for a while, gettin' hit by 20,000 volts worth of energy can do that to a wolfeh ^^; Sorry for the short post >>; but there's only so much as can be done with an unconscious char XD if you want, in your next post you can say several hours goes by and yadda yadda and Dejah could try waking her up then ^^))
Siltharyn hadn't heard a single thing Dejah said to her as she lay in the gargoyle's arms unconscious, not a dream touched her subconscious. Siltharyn was sound and asleep after a short period of time as her body already started to mend itself. She had taken worse then a bit of an electrocution.
The forced sleep on the wolf would probably do her some good as she had been sleep deprived since she got to Deep Forest, and she would most likely not get a good night's rest for some time, due to the fact that she would easily have nightmares. After everything she had been through? How couldn't she. There wasn't much as could be done until she'd be able to over come her demons inside of her. Until she was able to see that she had a family in the friends she found in Deep Forest.
Siltharyn hadn't heard a single thing Dejah said to her as she lay in the gargoyle's arms unconscious, not a dream touched her subconscious. Siltharyn was sound and asleep after a short period of time as her body already started to mend itself. She had taken worse then a bit of an electrocution.
The forced sleep on the wolf would probably do her some good as she had been sleep deprived since she got to Deep Forest, and she would most likely not get a good night's rest for some time, due to the fact that she would easily have nightmares. After everything she had been through? How couldn't she. There wasn't much as could be done until she'd be able to over come her demons inside of her. Until she was able to see that she had a family in the friends she found in Deep Forest.
You never know what you can do, 'till you try.
Art and Silth © Me
((Alright, I’m just going round stuff. About two hours from waking to getting back to the cave. Kay? Now I’m going to go with a little over six hours from when she get’s back to the cave. So Silthy could get almost 7 hours. Cave ))
The wolf didn’t wake. The gargoyle waited just a few minutes to make sure. Her breathing became steady and her body started to heal itself. Eyes closed then reopened as she forced air from her lungs. It was time. An arm moved wiggling under the wolfess’ legs right before the knees. Her other arm wasn’t far from the girl’s shoulders. Tail behind her and wing half open she lifted. One leg pulled out from under her righted itself with foot to the ground. The other went to do the same as she stood up pulling to wolf against her. Bare arms felt the far away touch of the snowy fur.
There was no grunt or any sound from the half-breed as she stood. Compared to other things, the healer was light. Dejah had made sure the wolf’s arms were placed on her so they wouldn’t get pinned or dangle. Only her gray tipped tail and feet hung. Stance wide, the gargoyle didn’t take in a breath as she moved for the trees. Black trailed behind her, fell about her face and shoulders. Her wing refolded itself as she went into the trees without any sound. Tail swaying with her steps and eyes still glowing, though they stared at the ground ahead…
Narrow red orbs blinked. ”I wonder what that was about.”
”Curious, but we have other things to do.” With that the voices and eyes disappeared into the darkness of the forest.
The travel back to her place was much slower then it’d been when she’d gone to the river. With the wolf in her arms she didn’t risk jogging. Flying would have been faster also, but even if she could she was still accustom to gliding. Who knew when she’d actually fly. Even when she was in her cat form she’d walk on the air rather then fly most of the time. So, she walked. Her long legs keeping the pace steady. Nothing was ever said. There was no one to speak to. Even the half-breed’s thoughts were still.
It took about three times as much time has it had to get to the river. Dejah came upon the place that wasn’t yet she claimed and protected. That’s all she had now wasn’t it? The Collar and this place that also held her back was all she was. Glowing orange looked at the cave. It was stones jutting from the ground, the back merging into the landscape with trees and other native plants growing on the earth that covered the stone. Before the formation, unnatural like the rectangle entrance was a platform. Next to it were stairs that led up to the top. Carrying to wolfess through the entrance, which had deep gashes the same height on both sides, there was a change in the air as she walked into the main chamber.
There were not insects in the air, no dust. The temperature was comfortable. If anything it might have been cool to someone lacking fur. The smells of outside were still there, but everything else was lacking. There were the faint scents of three others. A very faint, almost gone spicy feline musk. A wolf and then another canine, but it was mixed with something else. That would be the chimera…
All were male…
The gargoyle moved to where there were skins on the floor. She kneeled, carefully lying to wolf on them. She got back up and disappeared around the only other corridor. The half-breed knelt again, hands wrapping around a wooden bowl. There was no emotion to her movements as she filled it with water then dumped it. She filled it again then repeated the process with another bowl. Taking both she walked out leaving them near the wall where Silthayrn would see them if she awoke, but wouldn’t dump them if she moved while asleep.
Dejah then went outside and stood. That’s all she did for close to six hours. The gargoyle guarded her place. Her scents were fine tuned into the cave as she’d been their along time and her magic was keyed into it. It’d taken time to get it set up to be so well protected, but it’d been done. The cubbies were vacuum sealed. The fire pit had a wall of air that’d whisk the smoke out the hole in the ceiling, but no water or insects would come through it. Even the entrance had a barrier on it to keep unwanted guests. Nothing was strong, but she’d be altered to any changes to the cave. Critters still managed to get in now and then. She wouldn’t waste the energy to make the place dangerous. She could evict anything that bothered her…
As said she was out there for several hours doing nothing but standing there. It wasn’t till the red flags in her mind went off. Time was not friendly. If anything, there was a slightly panic that she swallowed going back inside. Going to the wall with the cubbies she sat down. Her lone wing was out at her side as she leaned against the wall with her opposite shoulder. She was sitting with her legs folded before her, so she was on her left side. Her right arm was draped down, clawed hand near her taloned feet.
The invisible clock ticked on and as it did the gargoyle didn’t move. Another swallow and then she heard it. The timer went off just a couple minutes pass the sixth hour mark. Dejah’s left arm went about her stomach as she hissed. She held her hand there as she gained back her calm face. The gargoyle was breathing shallowly as she leaned against the wall. Sharp, demonic teeth ground together. I forgot it was like this… she thought, I won’t sleep till I know…I can’t… The glow that’d held her eyes this whole time slowly faded.
After about ten minutes the little color she had in her face had drained. Her skin was clammy. However the gargoyle didn’t move from her spot keeping her eyes on the white and gray fur. This would be only the second time she’d stayed pass her time limit. The first had been an accident…
The wolf didn’t wake. The gargoyle waited just a few minutes to make sure. Her breathing became steady and her body started to heal itself. Eyes closed then reopened as she forced air from her lungs. It was time. An arm moved wiggling under the wolfess’ legs right before the knees. Her other arm wasn’t far from the girl’s shoulders. Tail behind her and wing half open she lifted. One leg pulled out from under her righted itself with foot to the ground. The other went to do the same as she stood up pulling to wolf against her. Bare arms felt the far away touch of the snowy fur.
There was no grunt or any sound from the half-breed as she stood. Compared to other things, the healer was light. Dejah had made sure the wolf’s arms were placed on her so they wouldn’t get pinned or dangle. Only her gray tipped tail and feet hung. Stance wide, the gargoyle didn’t take in a breath as she moved for the trees. Black trailed behind her, fell about her face and shoulders. Her wing refolded itself as she went into the trees without any sound. Tail swaying with her steps and eyes still glowing, though they stared at the ground ahead…
Narrow red orbs blinked. ”I wonder what that was about.”
”Curious, but we have other things to do.” With that the voices and eyes disappeared into the darkness of the forest.
The travel back to her place was much slower then it’d been when she’d gone to the river. With the wolf in her arms she didn’t risk jogging. Flying would have been faster also, but even if she could she was still accustom to gliding. Who knew when she’d actually fly. Even when she was in her cat form she’d walk on the air rather then fly most of the time. So, she walked. Her long legs keeping the pace steady. Nothing was ever said. There was no one to speak to. Even the half-breed’s thoughts were still.
It took about three times as much time has it had to get to the river. Dejah came upon the place that wasn’t yet she claimed and protected. That’s all she had now wasn’t it? The Collar and this place that also held her back was all she was. Glowing orange looked at the cave. It was stones jutting from the ground, the back merging into the landscape with trees and other native plants growing on the earth that covered the stone. Before the formation, unnatural like the rectangle entrance was a platform. Next to it were stairs that led up to the top. Carrying to wolfess through the entrance, which had deep gashes the same height on both sides, there was a change in the air as she walked into the main chamber.
There were not insects in the air, no dust. The temperature was comfortable. If anything it might have been cool to someone lacking fur. The smells of outside were still there, but everything else was lacking. There were the faint scents of three others. A very faint, almost gone spicy feline musk. A wolf and then another canine, but it was mixed with something else. That would be the chimera…
All were male…
The gargoyle moved to where there were skins on the floor. She kneeled, carefully lying to wolf on them. She got back up and disappeared around the only other corridor. The half-breed knelt again, hands wrapping around a wooden bowl. There was no emotion to her movements as she filled it with water then dumped it. She filled it again then repeated the process with another bowl. Taking both she walked out leaving them near the wall where Silthayrn would see them if she awoke, but wouldn’t dump them if she moved while asleep.
Dejah then went outside and stood. That’s all she did for close to six hours. The gargoyle guarded her place. Her scents were fine tuned into the cave as she’d been their along time and her magic was keyed into it. It’d taken time to get it set up to be so well protected, but it’d been done. The cubbies were vacuum sealed. The fire pit had a wall of air that’d whisk the smoke out the hole in the ceiling, but no water or insects would come through it. Even the entrance had a barrier on it to keep unwanted guests. Nothing was strong, but she’d be altered to any changes to the cave. Critters still managed to get in now and then. She wouldn’t waste the energy to make the place dangerous. She could evict anything that bothered her…
As said she was out there for several hours doing nothing but standing there. It wasn’t till the red flags in her mind went off. Time was not friendly. If anything, there was a slightly panic that she swallowed going back inside. Going to the wall with the cubbies she sat down. Her lone wing was out at her side as she leaned against the wall with her opposite shoulder. She was sitting with her legs folded before her, so she was on her left side. Her right arm was draped down, clawed hand near her taloned feet.
The invisible clock ticked on and as it did the gargoyle didn’t move. Another swallow and then she heard it. The timer went off just a couple minutes pass the sixth hour mark. Dejah’s left arm went about her stomach as she hissed. She held her hand there as she gained back her calm face. The gargoyle was breathing shallowly as she leaned against the wall. Sharp, demonic teeth ground together. I forgot it was like this… she thought, I won’t sleep till I know…I can’t… The glow that’d held her eyes this whole time slowly faded.
After about ten minutes the little color she had in her face had drained. Her skin was clammy. However the gargoyle didn’t move from her spot keeping her eyes on the white and gray fur. This would be only the second time she’d stayed pass her time limit. The first had been an accident…
Status: Ghost
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws
Fox Paws and Dragon Claws