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PROZACSThe sun was hiding, in his place the Mother Moon shining above like a beacon. The reflected light from the sun lit the world, dim in comparison but somehow much more stark, much more beautiful. The Yawrah River was awash in its pale light, glowing with an aura of white and ringed with black. It was calm this time of year; the winter months, while moving in steadily for the kill, hadn't quite hit yet, and the river flowed along smoothly, gracefully like a dancer. The wolf walked its banks, tall and athletic shifted. His fur was rough and spiky, and his scars weren't quite hidden in the semi-dark. He didn't move smoothly like the water did; there was a slight limp to his steady gait, one that would likely never quite heal. His leg had been broken in the same place twice in less than a year. Arthritis would probably set in early. It was too soon to think about these things, though.
PROZACSIn all his years coming and going from Bleeding Souls, Tsunami had never visited that island in the middle of the river, in the middle of the territory. Most of the time, he'd had a damn good reason for that. As a child, the water had rushed fast enough to easily wash him away. As a young adult, the body of the first man he'd murdered -- lover teacher master -- had been rotting in the middle of it and he had refused to go near. Since then, it had mostly been inconvenient. Children, family, a lost pack and a new lover falling apart -- nothing you can do, ha ha -- had distracted him. There were probably many places he had never visited, realistically. Many things he had never seen.
PROZACSIt was something to do. Moving through the slow-flowing river was easy, and it was narrow here. The trees cut through the sky before him, blocking some of the moonlight, but he could still see the fish darting past him. If he had been hungry, one might have died. Reaching the shore, Tsunami rolled his shoulders and yawned, gazing at the moon absently, quietly. This place felt odd, a little, out of place. There was so much on his mind, he barely noticed the faint flash in the corner of his eye, and when he did, he was all too ready to dismiss it as nothing. It had been a long, long time.
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You can see her whenever it rains
From Rome to New Orleans dancing on the graves
___ It was a curious place, the Yarah River Territory. Even awash in the moon's pallor glow, it still seemed alive. It was a stark contrast to many other areas, ones like the Concrete Jungle which looked like it died every time night set in, or Clouded Tears, where the land turned eerie and spooky once the sun disappeared. Nonetheless, the river kept flowing, and the water kept churning. The water, too, was just as cold as it was during the day, if not more so.
___ The pale female picked her way through the sparse vegetation of the island, pausing once every while to sniff at something, or to try and catch a wayward sound. The island had to be the strangest place during the night, however. With the sounds of rushing water beckoning and calling one from every side, it sounded like a haunting death wish, pure melody and lust. Tayui shivered at the thought, not wanting to scare herself silly by thinking about the dangers of being there. If she were to fall, or slip, or do anything that could somehow hurt her, there would be no one to save her. It was a frightening thought to be all alone like this, especially after living in the communal pack den for so long. There was always someone there, and if not, there was their scent to remind one that they would soon return.
___ Tayui paused again, tilting her head as a sound reached her. It was a peculiar sound, one made by a large creature - it was certainly not a squirrel scuttling through the undergrowth, but rather, something larger. She shivered involuntarily, hoping it was not a bear, or a creature of equal terror. Since her run in with the bear with Rain, she found that she had a greater fear for the massive creatures, and with good reason, too. She moved closer, curiosity being the driving factor as she went to examine the source of the sound. Her steps were cautious and slow, as she did not want this creature to see or hear her if she could help it. She peered around a particularly large oak tree, keeping low. She squinted, trying to make out the form. It was tall, and not bulky enough to be a bear. She moved closer, edging around the tree to another to get a better look. It appeared to be a werewolf, though, she could not tell who it was through sight alone. She edged closer, catching the other's scent, and blinking. It was familiar, but she was still uncertain as to who this was. She paused for a moment, and then approached the other, peering up at his larger form.
___ "Hello," she greeted the other. "I did not realize there would be anyone else out here this evening." She smiled nervously, tilting one head to the side as she attempted to figure out who this mysterious (but familiar) stranger was.
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cradle me in your crooked heart
It was late in the season but the air was drier than normal; his fur would soon no longer cling soaking wet to his skin, thick and heavy but not cold for his body had long ago begun to adjust for the long, harsh winter season. Tsunami had a tendency to spend winters here. Storm was nearby, and with the direction the wind was blowing, he could smell it quite clearly; his first winter of life had been spent amongst the trees and deep snowdrifts in his birthpack, and he'd be back soon enough. He kept his promises -- all of them, regardless of how he might wish he had never made them.
The muscular werewolf breathed out a puff of hot air, something akin to a sigh but not quite. Life never seemed to cease overwhelming him. He wanted some time off.
Moonlight, nearly the same colour as his pale-gray winter coat, reflected off the treetops and the sparse patch of ground here and there. Careful to keep from irritating his bad leg, Tsunami sat at the base of a tree, nose towards the sky. He could smell -- no, sense -- something unusual, something that was stronger occasionally than it was at other times. He felt as if he wasn't alone, though logic told him otherwise. Oh, what the fuck did logic know anyway? His one good eye wide open, he relaxed back against the trunk of the maple tree, turning his head slowly to survey his surroundings. More curious than wary. All he found was the nearing scent of another wolf. He didn't move.
Though he could've been wrong -- it could've been a dying scent from a previous time -- he wasn't. When she appeared, Tsunami was struck with how familiar the pale she-wolf was. They had met, once, a year or more ago. Or maybe less... his memory was a little fuzzy. He was glad to see her, not so much because of her but because she was just one more person who might remember that elusive way back when. The name Nirupama meant little to anyone now.
Neither did I, the gray wolf agreed with a faint smile. Her name came to him in a flash of inspiration; a rare thing these days. Tayui, isn't it? I'm Nirupama Tsunami, I think we met once.
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You can see her whenever it rains
From Rome to New Orleans dancing on the graves
___ It was a question that remained for some time during her quiet, but observant examination of the male. Who was he? She knew she had met him at some point, but she had met so many others over the years. Would she, in time, forget who Lucifer was? Or even Ravesque, or Colibri? Acid? They were all vivid in her mind, even Acid, who she had met two years ago. She could barely recall the time she had met this male, but she had a feeling that they had carried on a fairly important conversation. She could not remember anything she said to others (aside from the time she told Shaeniire she loved her, and how her words had been reciprocated), for she always remembered actions and feelings. She could recall how Colibri had never really taken to her, and how through multiple run ins and meetings, that feeling of dislike had dissipated.
___ Tayui kept her eyes trained on the other, unsure of what to make of this. Certainly, if he were a harmful creature, she would know that right away, would she not? Indeed, it did not hurt to be wary, but she could not help but feel she knew him, and not in the way she had known Salvaged Eternity. She had seen him only every once in a while, and when he had been near, she always had a difficult time disguising her wariness as something else. Her fear as anything but.
___ When the other introduced himself, Tayui nearly exhaled - loudly - in relief. Although the name did not help any more, she at least had a face to put to a name. "Yes, I do recall you as being a familiar face, but... I apologize, I can't quite recall how we know one another. Would you mind caring to refresh my memory?" She smiled nervously, hoping that her bad memory was not mistaken for airheadedness.
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HA i love your title.
cradle me in your crooked heart
Refresh her memory? His own was a rusty machine, a thing that held knowledge he had let fade away over the years. They had met, and around here; not on this island, but near it. Near the river. Tsunami had waded in the Yawrah to show the ghosts of the past he wasn't afraid, and she had come to him like a spirit. She had rather striking eyes. Different colours, like a husky. She reminded him of the spirits he saw flickering between the trees in the haunted woods, where he had taken Laruku to meet his mother. And instead, Arlo Xyl had come. Funny how things work that way. You expect one thing, and instead of that one thing, your friend and sister are raped and you watch your kids die and your son is eaten by your ex. The aging machine was slow to work, but it was coming back to him. Tsunami had been in Clouded Tears then; it had been a year ago. Almost exactly a year ago.
You knew Fly Agaric and Rain Oriel. he stated calmly. He leaned forward on his knees, remembering now. Rain raised me... her daughter Ember was my sister. Really, he was surprised he could recall this stuff. There was so much bullshit going on, and so much that had happened in the past. His mind was as much a jumbled chaotic mess as it ever had been. What was the difference? He had given up fighting it. You were Shaeniire Vanim's mate. The latter part was added suddenly but slowly. Carefully. She looked wary, and he didn't want to frighten her. Besides, Shaeniire was dead. And somehow, sometimes, these things just never really left you.
He had walked that road, and he knew it well.
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You can see her whenever it rains
___ Teehee, why thank you ;D
From Rome to New Orleans dancing on the graves
___ He almost spoke like it pained him, and for that, Tay.ui worried. She had met many for whom remembering the past was a chore, a grievous task that was better left forgotten. It was not the way he said it, but perhaps, more so how Tay.ui perceived it. How each person he mentioned was now dead, how the only thing that united them were the ghosts (quite literally) of their past. It was curious how they were so close now, how they knew the same wolves that had influenced Tay.ui so much. From these names, Tay.ui attempted to remember who this was. She did recall meeting a dog at the shores of the same river some time ago, discussing Ophelia, Ember, Thanos, and Shaeniire's puppies, but were these two wolves the same? She moved closer, peering at the male, wondering this. She paused, scrutinizing him closely before gasping quietly. It was him, the one she had met that time. And he was back.
___ "Yes, I remember now. We met some time ago." She paused once more, awkwardly scrambling for words. "There's another Ember, now. Some dog who apparently knew her. I don't know how, since she never mentioned a Phoenix, but he's named his girl after Ember." Tay.ui almost felt a little angry at this revelation, that someone else would dare name their puppy after her Ember. In many ways, Tay.ui had always considered Ember to be her daughter, and Shaeniire and Agani to be her family. Even if Ember was not in the Mountain Pack, they had been enough of a family for it to matter. She almost resented the fact that someone else had been close enough to the girl to steal her name. Tay.ui bristled with indignation at the thought, but did not say more on the subject. She did not know if the male shared her sentiments, and did not wish to find out.
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