pretend i'm not real

Rewdeynetya · 02-25-2011, 11:39 AM

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He stank of death, his eyes glazed over with madness. His paw was bloodied was sharp ice, but he did not care. He stared blankly, lost in some fantasy, ignorant of his needs and how he appeared to others. From where Rewdeynetya had come, some might have said he had wandered around in the desert too long; the rows of dunes and lack of water could drive a beast mad. But no, it appeared that his ailment had settled in his mind for a while.

Her lip curled upwards in disgust. It wouldn't be long before the winter claimed his body and soul, the frozen earth taking in his body when it thawed. The snow would cover him in a respectful sheet, and he would be nothing more. She watched, ever careful, from her hiding spot further back. The smell of coyote was strong in the air, and she was uncomfortable from being so close to a pack's lands. Despite his apparent insanity, the creature looked carefully at the spiked border, weighing his options. In that clouded gaze, Rewdeynetya could see understanding and judgment. He was lucky to still have that much.

When he moved away, still lost in his own world, she followed. It was unlike Rewdeynetya, but she wondered if she could con something off of the sickly loner. It wasn't likely someone was waiting for him; common sense and practise dictated the leaving behind of sick pack members. (At least, that was a lifestyle the jackal-wolf was familiar with.) Perhaps she could play into his dreaming mind, his sickly reality, and he might lead her to some food or weapons. With her current stroke of luck, she hadn't been finding much, and had been forced to abandon Cheval Island after a particularly severe snowstorm. The winter was too harsh to be living on the fringe, and out of need, she had been driven closer to the claimed territories. If Rewdeynetya was to survive, she had to even out the competition.

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