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POSTED: Sat Sep 21, 2013 8:26 pm


((531)) ooc. Northern edge of the Dampwoods | Around sunset | Optime

As the sun died, it stretched out its last rays of glory. Long, gorgeous streaks of pink and orange soared above Lyris, as if it was straining to show the turning earth that it would go down with a fire- and that it would be back. As the bright star lay down to rest, the sharp, clear moon rose behind her, creeping its broad crown to peek out over the far-off horizon. The white wolfess stopped running- she could hear the creek. Her four legs had grown tired, an ache found somewhere along each. The long bow along her back was beginning to rub uncomfortably along her fur- irritating the skin beneath. It was almost as long as she was in Lupus form- it was much more difficult to carry, but she was willing to make that sacrifice to run in the skin she was born and raised in. She’d covered twice as much distance this way than she would have on two legs. But she wasn’t ready for rest yet. The moon would be well in the sky by the time she decided to sleep. She had other things to tend to.

The girl came to a full stop near the creek, dipping her head to drink. The cool liquid reached to each aching muscle- soothing it like a mother’s tongue. Lifting her narrow muzzle, the girl stepped back, slowly closing her eyes to point her face to the vanishing sun- trying to catch the last rays of warmth. A picture appeared in her mind- a girl, tall and lean, a long scar etched into her skin, a white bow clasped in her hand, slanting green eyes looking off. In moments she could feel her bones pop- the slight pinch at the back of her neck that signified she was a Verto. It had taken only seconds for long pale hair to fall down her back, her center of balance to shift, and for her to stand tall on two legs. Lyris moved an arm back to grasp the long, slender weapon, pulling it over her chest to hold in clear sight. Much better.

The bow was white as the fur on her body- with few black markings throughout- the unmistakable pattern of aspen wood. This, however, was not her old bow. That bow was long gone- thrown into the soft waves to be taken by the water. This one was stronger, more slender, and felt smooth. She’d finished it with a coat of sap- a concoction she had created to seal away the bow- keeping it from wearing. This one would let her kill with twice the accuracy, and would last four times as long. Lyris ran her finger over the surface, before setting it along the trunk of a pine. She did the same with her quiver- sliding it over her chest and head to place it next to her bow. Next, Lyris turned to face a flat boulder overlooking the water, considering if she should start a fire. The sky was darkening now- the sun’s final valiant refusal to die was fading, and the moon was overtaking the above, small stars materializing from the dark abyss.
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POSTED: Sat Sep 21, 2013 11:32 pm

i took the liberty of jacking luka's cloak for this post >_> aanndd.. i wasnt expecting the last paragraph to happen LOL OFF TO A GREAT START OF UNPREDICTABLENESS [633]

It had gotten late on him, although he didn't care that much really. At least this time staying out late as it got colder wasn't an attempt to end his life via allowing the elements take him; no, this time he was dressed to keep warm, Luka's comfortable cloak wrapped around his body. It was huge on his current form. It was already big on him to begin with let alone now when he was at his lightest, being nothing but skin and bones. He wasn't at full strength by any means, or anywhere close to being in sight of it, but he got stir crazy in that dilapidated cabin. Luka had gone out for something-- he hadn't heard what, he'd been zoned out in his own little world. Probably supplies or food. It was easy to get restless in the silence of an unfamiliar place. Without Luka in the room to make sure the emaciated coydog didn't wander off, that was exactly what happened.

He had somehow managed to get from his den within the mountains of Anathema all the way to Cinlia Hollow in the first place... wandering just... over that way wouldn't be hard or do too much to harm him. Plus he had Luka's cloak to keep him mostly warm. Without that he'd surely get hypothermia, or get even sicker than he already was from a few days ago. He tucked his muzzle up under the front collar of the cloak he had completely wrapped around him; it even dragged on the ground a bit behind him. His tail was dragging on the ground too and stretched out from beneath the cloak, picking up all kinds of litter from the ground. The smell of water his his nose and he licked his chops, pulling his muzzle out from the comfortable warmth under the Russian's cloak he poked his red-pink nose in the air. Beyond the smell of water tempting him there was a vaguely familiar scent that hung with it.

Maxen started meandering toward the scent, eyes looking forward but not really seeing anything. He wasn't actually paying attention to anything. In fact he wasn't sure why he was going to check and see who was around. The last thing he wanted to do was actually see someone he might know. Especially one that didn't have the Anathema scent with it-- which meant it was probably someone who hated his guts and or had tried to kill him at some point. Maybe that was it; his subconscious was leading him to someone that it hoped would end his miserable life.

But when he actually caught sight of them he froze up and his dulled golden eyes snapped wide open. The corners of his lips drew forward as his expression turned to something mixed with fear and anxiety. That was someone he knew. It wasn't the white fur that gave her away, or the bow and quiver, but the unique tell-tale scar that marked her face, giving her something that anyone could immediately recognize her from. He was already shaking from the anxiety but he wasn't consciously aware of it. He took a step backward and stepped on a twig, causing the poor skittish yearling to jump out of his skin and let out a shrill yelp. He tripped on his own foot and went crashing down, but caught himself on an elbow and palm. He immediately curled up into a little ball, all of him hidden under the cloak save for his head, but his eyes were squeezed shut. Quiet whimpers managed to sneak out of his throat and he shook rather violently as he expected the female to notice him and commence stomping the shit out of him because he'd been so rude to her when they met.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 22, 2013 12:12 am


((501)) ooc. GOOD. UNPREDICTABLENESS IS GOOD

Lyris knew how to make a fire. Better than her alpha, even. But that wasn’t something to brag about- she would still have to collect the supplies, and it took time and patience to start the fire with rocks to make a spark- or maybe she could use a wooden dowling in a nock in a stick, with kindling. Either way, she needed the warmth. Her Alaskan coat of fur would only go so far. The moon brought beauty and clarity to the earth, but it also brought the cold.

Lyris glanced to the shimmering water- the sun had finally died, its rays just now vanishing- the moon had overtaken the sky, and its army of stars appearing as well. The Exalted turned from looking at the flat boulder to looking into the dark forest. The day had been hot, and she was near a river- the perfect place for dry moss, which, in turn, was also the perfect kindling. The pale Luperci crossed to a tall tree, beginning to scour the trunk for any sign of fungus. That’s when she heard the snap.

Adrenaline exploded, and Lyris whipped around, tail high, ears forward, hands curved into claws. Her heart was in her throat- images of blood and brown fur crowded her mind. A grizzly? Don’t jump to conclusions. How could she not? The bears were the only thing that could scare Lyris out of her skin- they’d destroyed everything she’d known. And so the unknown immediately morphed into the enemy. That was, until, she heard a body hit the ground with a muffled thump, and soon after, small whimpers. What the crap? Confusion pushed out fear, and Lyris stood, tipping her head- though she was still posed for attack. The girl reached to grab one of her arrows- though it was meant for long-range, that didn’t mean she couldn’t stab at close range.

The girl crossed the river bank, stopping where a small shape cowered. Well, not exactly cowered. Shook wrapped in some kind of blanket thing, more like. Lyris gripped her arrow, leaning closer to spot ears, a bush of hair, and then a face. That face. Maxen? Lyris barked, grabbing the cloak to pull it off of him. His already short body was thin- too thin. “What the heck. It looks like you’ve been starved. Guess you didn’t learn how to use that bow after all?” She said, dropping her arrow. She felt the urge to give him a good poke with it, but clearly that would have killed him. The kid looked half dead. “What are you doing?” The fact that the boy was half wrapped in a cloak on the ground, at her campsite, half-alive, was beyond strange. She realized Maxen didn’t even know Lyris’s name- their last encounter had been too heated for formalities. But the boy had spit her his own identity- right now she was probably a weird stranger with a scar that had tried to kill him.
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POSTED: Sun Sep 22, 2013 1:12 am

he's not short D: < he's 7' as well~ i write so goddamn fast. it's taking longer than i want to write these cause they're huge IM SO SORRY tomorrow spree will be better without sleep deadline <3[653]

He just laid there. Waiting for the death blow--praying for it, rather-- shaking and whining and whimpering under the cloak. He didn't feel the sharp sting of the cold, nor the pain in his elbow from the fall. His ears pinned hard back, nearly hidden under the unkempt black-and-brown curly locks. The air shifted as Lyris moved closer and he curled up more into a ball, the tenseness of his body actually helping the shaking become less violent. She said his name and he jumped harshly, then again accompanied by another yelp as she yanked the cloak off his withered body. He rolled forward so his belly was to the ground but he was still curled into a tight ball. Surprising how small he could make himself despite being so tall, and even this skinny, he was still pretty big. His breathing was ragged and loud and uneven and his heart felt like it was going to break free of his chest. Any second. Any second she would stab that arrow into him. He waited expectantly and every second dragged by like a year.

He heard the sound of the arrow hit the ground but he didn't move, arms wrapped tensely over his head and clutching his head into bony, balled white fists. Did she... just crack a joke? Why wasn't she murdering him? He had deserved it, didn't he? Even though he'd only been rude to her he still felt he'd deserved death for it. Some sort of punishment. He expected it. Everyone else had hurt him, save for Luka. Everyone else had tried to murder him. His body had the scars to prove the attempts on his life. They were also proof of justice left undone. Proof of what a little piece of shit he was. Very slowly he turned his head under his arms to where she would be able to only see one shineless eye looking up at her with the fear of a cornered prey animal that knew it couldn't escape and death would soon follow or the fear of an abused puppy who couldn't look to his very own mother for safety, protection, warmth and comfort. The corners of his mouth drawn back severely, allowing him to have the expression of a scared dog that thought it was about to be beaten. His long, long tail was tight between his legs, going straight up his curled body to where the boy's head was laying on it and it curled around the back of his neck.

She wasn't... hurting him. She didn't do anything. She just looked confused. She asked him what he was doing and he just let out a submissive whine, keeping that gold eye on her and shaking. She was standing so close. He glanced down to her legs before his eye darted straight back up to her face. Those dark, dark green eyes should otherwise be so soothing. He didn't see any aggression in those eyes, either. But that didn't stop him from being so scared. "I-I.. I-I-I..." he stuttered the single word out, clearly trying to say more, but the rest of the words caught in his throat and choked him. He coughed before he rolled onto his knees and rested on his knees and elbows, peeking up at her from behind his shoulder and messy, messy hair. "P-ple-plea-please-ss," he begged. What for? Nobody would know. Maybe death, or maybe this time he didn't seek death from arrows. He tail stayed between his legs and wrapped around his side when he'd rolled over. The coydog inched away while he was able to before he rolled onto his hip so his body was facing her and he looked up fearfully. "I-I! Mm... s-sor-sorry!" Finally. Finally he spat the words out. His messy, matted fur still managed to raise along his neck, shoulders and spine, along with his tail. Where the fur could actually stand.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 22, 2013 1:54 am


((000)) ooc. I... totally knew that. c': And yes, yes it will be! Excuse typos, on my phone! :b

Before, the boy had seemed decent. Strong, even. He'd sat stop a horse the first time she'd met him, and he had looked down on her. After a death threat, though, everything had gone wrong. Maxen had grown hateful, and in some odd turn of events, the white wolf had thrown him a bow and arrows. How that had come to pass, she didn't even know. After that, she expected them to be enemies. Pretty evenly matches enemies. But now, she wasn't so sure.

Lyris saw a boy, curled so tightly within an old cloak that his tail touched his head. She could see his ribs- his eyes were dull and left with nothing. And he expected her to hurt him? What did he think she was? Some kind of merciless monster? The girl paused, her own eyes losing their shine for but a moment. Was this what Kenyon looked like after he had been attacked? Was this what Lyris had looked like? Broken, lost, and terrified? She felt like the bear, she found herself looking down upon something so helpless. The bear had striked and created a scar that she would be forced never to.forget. But Lyris wasn't a monster. In their last encounter, when the yearling had grown angry, he'd seemed distressed- angry with not just Lyris. It seemed like a sign of a spiral going down. Last time, it was emotion. Bow it showed even when he breathed.

Lyris listened to him, his voice so shaken and broken she could barely make it out. He was terrified. Terrified of her. Her dark eyes, black in the black of night, showed pity. You look like a puppy who's just been kicked to the curb. Get up. Lyris ordered, ignoring the apology. The Exalted could smell sick- something she never wanted to smell again. It clung to the male's fur, like a parasite to it's host. Fairly sure the emaciated boy wouldn't be able to quickly stand on his own, Lyris offered a hand, though she wasn't sure he would take it. Maybe he would just lay there, in the dirt, repeating his apology and begging her not to hurt him.
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POSTED: Sun Sep 22, 2013 2:32 am

yeeee this thread is <3 [689]

Oh, no, no, no. Lyris wasn't the monster. No, she was a kind, pretty young thing who, even faced with the sudden anger of a baby, gave him the thing that had changed his life. Even now he carried that change with him, buried, hidden underneath the shattered mess above. If he hadn't gotten that bow and those arrows from her, he'd likely be dead. During the months in solitude, avoiding anything but Felix and Catori that was breathing, he had practiced. The bow Lyris had given him was the only thing hung proudly on the otherwise barren wall of his den. He practiced more with the better bow Axelle had given him. Another kind gift that he had just found with a note from her. If she hadn't given him that bow, he wouldn't have been practicing that day when the two-toned female spied on him and saw him trying. She helped him then, giving him tips, even when he was almost too angry and frustrated with himself and being unable to even fire a single arrow. During those long months alone he had practiced for hours upon hours and racked up a very impressive amount of time working on sharpening his archery skills. Now he could hunt with a bow and arrows; and he was damn ace at it, too.

She was not the monster. She couldn't be-- kind angel who had given him something to work on, that if he hadn't had he would've killed himself many, many months ago. She wasn't a monster. He was. Straight down to the core. He was a ruined creature, ruined by his family, then by Anathema, then himself. He had been a monster before that. He was a monster now. Because once a monster, always a monster, right? He had no hope. Nobody would ever love him. How could they love such an evil thing. People could sense it. If he could have spied on her thoughts he would've feverishly denied her awful thoughts, questioning herself. She was the only other female, Axelle being the other, that he didn't think of with disgust anymore. Dangerously bordering on liking them and ignoring their gender. Axelle was closer, much closer to that. But Lyris was on the list of females that he would've tried to be friends with if he wasn't fucked up and broken. He would've liked to have been friends with her... to show her he wasn't a total piece of shit. But he was and it was far too late for that.

He looked up at her just waiting for something. Yelling, screaming, a foot to his face, an arrow to his jugular. He wouldn't fight her. She would be allowed to punish him for what he'd done. Corners of mouth still drawn back to emphasize his fearful expression. When she began to speak he didn't jump for once, but he sunk lower to the ground at the tone of her words. She had given him an order. He'd said sorry... but Max knew that wasn't near enough. Maybe she wanted him to be standing before she killed him, so it was more fair and she wouldn't have killed a man who was curled up on the ground like a pussy. When she offered her hand his head ducked and he flinched back; when he felt nothing he warily looked back up. She was holding her hand out to him. Why? Confused, Maxen's eyes turned back to those dark, dark ones. Such a contrast against that pristine fur. "... Wh... wh-why? Why.... why aren... aren't you..." he paused, licking his dry black lips skittishly, dark pupils huge in his golden eyes, leaving not but just a sliver of gold bordering them. Ears pinned back, tail still wrapped around his torso and body still shaking. "Wh-whyy aren't y-you-you b-..be-beating m-m-m-me?" And he was genuinely confused, his expression reflected it. He very, very carefully and slowly pushed himself up and sat on his legs, peering up at her unsteadily. He was exhausted. Absolutely wiped out from that episode. "Do-d-d-don't y-you hate m-me?" Didn't she? Everyone else did. She had to.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 22, 2013 6:58 pm


((579)) ooc. c': <33

Lyris didn’t give up on anybody. It didn’t matter if they had become nothing but a mound of dirt- there was always a seed inside, no matter how black it was- you could always water it. If you nurtured and cared for it, it would grow. It would grow into a gorgeous flower, something to be proud of. Lyris saw fault in Maxen- she saw fault in everybody. She saw more fault in herself than the broken boy before her. She’d done so many things wrong, and she simply was so many things wrong. Lyris knew nothing about the kid- he had come off as a prideful idiot their first go-round, but she didn’t know zip about him. She wasn’t cruel enough to judge somebody based on a first encounter. She was the one that had poised the bow- she had initiated the bad relationship. He was defending himself, trying to scare her off in self-preservation. There was no fault there. And now he expected her to beat him? It was all backwards. Some people might have. Some people’s seed might have been black- they might have saw the opportunity for revenge and taken it. But Maxen’s seed wasn’t black. It was just broken, bleeding- it could be mended.

Lyris was still confused on his current state. Physically, he was weak. Dying, even, without outside help- but on the emotional level, she had only an inkling. There was fear in his eyes- the eyes with pupils so large and terrified she could barely see the gold. He had internal bruises- from an emotional foundation so shaken he was about to fall. He was traumatized. What on earth could have caused somebody with so much potential to go downhill so quickly and dramatically? She’d thrown him a bow- a gift, she hoped he’d used it. The bow was something special to Lyris- it made her feel like she was worth something. She could kill food for somebody else, help them live a little longer. It made her feel like she wasn’t just that mound of dirt- maybe she was a sprout, that had yet to go. She wasn’t even two years old. She had an entire life ahead of her- it had just started out all wrong. Maybe the same thing went for Maxen.

Lyris’s assumption was correct- he refused her hand. She pulled it back, tenderly crossing her arms over her chest. She stood, lifting an arm to pull the mess of silver shining hair out of her face. She didn’t need to hide her scar with him. “Why on earth would I beat somebody I’ve only met one time, and when they’re practically helpless? Sure, you came off as a jerk the first time. But so did I. Everybody has bad in them. Some people just show it more than others.” The pale wolf said, flicking her tail against her heels. “I’m Lyris, by the way.”

Lyris tipped her head at the skinny figure, half-wrapped in a cloak, shivering and stuttering to her on the ground. She could basically cut the emotion she felt with a knife- it was thicker than meat. Anxiety poured from Maxen, as well as terror, and of course, sickness. Adrenaline from the startle still flowed through her, causing her own hands to shake a bit. But it was fading quickly. Lyris uncrossed her arms and offered her hand again. “Are you going to let me help you, or not?”
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POSTED: Sun Sep 22, 2013 11:38 pm

rrr sorry for the wait ;n; [511]

This is why he tried to avoid people. Why he had followed that scent... he'll never know. But he'd done made a complete assbutt out of himself. Showed her how much of a pussy he was, how broken he'd become... but that was better than being a dick, right? He was too far gone for anyone to help him. Besides, who would genuinely want to? Why would anyone want to pick him up and try mending the pieces? Let him lay in the bed he made. Let him lay there and rot, right where he deserved to be. He looked up at her with none of his former self in those slivers of dull gold. Meek. Submissive. He would stay right there, not bothering her, not sullying her pristine touch with his disgusting self. She crossed her arms and the coydog's nose lowered toward the ground, as did his gaze. Large ears stayed pinned; eventually the shaking weakened as his body gradually did. He'd already worked off all the strength he'd manage to gain back in the last few days just from being terrified and cowering on the ground. So her name was Lyris? Why did she tell him that? He wasn't worth telling her name to. Shit, he wasn't even worth spitting on.

Even though Maxen wasn't looking at her, he could still see that white hand extend out to him again, causing him to shut his eyes and duck his head further like a dog that was regularly abused, recoiling expecting to be harmed. He peeked up from behind his messy bangs, hair fallen and obscuring his face for the most part now. Very, very carefully, he slowly shook his head, whimpering a little before he could get any words out. "W-why." Why bother? Why would she want to help scum? Why would she want to breathe the same air as him? "I-I'm disgusting." Nobody should want to touch him, help him, look at him, think about him. Lowering his head again, Maxen sniffed quietly before he bit his lip; he braced himself up on the palms of his hands before he lifted one to wipe at his nose and then face, ending up leaving some of the dirt and debris that had stuck to his hand on a cheek.

After a moment more of sitting there he began the painfully slow process of getting up. Getting to his knees and then carefully managing to push himself up and stand. Even though he stumbled and almost looked like he was going to fall, he caught himself and then quickly hid under the cloak again. She'd already seen his disgusting body but he was still ashamed and it didn't mean he wanted her to keep looking at him. All kinds of leaves and litter clung to his body as well as the cloak, even in his hair. The boy moved back warily, peering up at her with his snout still pointing down. "You-you can-can't help me." Not a single soul could-- save for one, but he wouldn't want to, either.

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POSTED: Mon Sep 23, 2013 10:15 pm


((672)) ooc. Ahh weekend, come back. I want time to spree again. Screw school. :'c

LLyris had felt insignificant too many times. She knew what it was to feel like dirt. What was a girl not even strong enough to run and protect her face, let alone her family? What was she worth? All she could do was shoot an arrow. She had no social skills, no ties, no family, nobody to love her. She was practically a worthless ghost, her fur proving it. Nobody wanted to look at her longer than a minute, because they saw painful memories and an ugly scar. What was the point of staying alive? She’d spit on herself, pitied herself, had no self-respect. Now, she saw, this was selfish. She was practically begging for somebody to help her. To feed her, to cradle her, to treat her like a baby. Then she really would be worthless. She was a burden to everybody if she continued to be a sorry soul. The only way to mend herself and to be of any use was to have self-respect, feel like she had enough worth to keep moving. Otherwise, she was just a problem. Something broken that needed fixing. She would be a seed that had potential, but didn’t want to grow. Was Maxen trying to heal himself, or throwing his life to the wind?

When the boy gave an answer to the unspoken question, Lyris pulled her hand back, looking at him with dark, disappointed eyes. She spoke then, what she thought in her heart. “Maybe you are. You’re disgusting if you say so. Maxen, pull yourself together. This isn’t a pity party. It’s called life. We all have to live. For God’s sake, my family was slaughtered by a bear. Everybody has trials. Some are worse than others, but it’s not the trial that matters. It’s how you choose to face it.” The white girl’s ears fell back, tail brushing her heels as he hid himself in the cloak. She crossed her arms carefully against her chest, watching as he unsteadily stood. His body had no insulation- he was practically a skeleton with a thin layer of skin and fur over top. “And don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.” Lyris leaned forward and grabbed his arm, not too tight, and she moved slowly. She knew if she startled him too much he would probably fall again, or run. And he was in no shape to do so. She half-pulled, half-led him to a patch of grass, near the flat boulder, overfacing the river. “Sit.” Once he did or didn’t obey, the girl turned and moved to the trees.

She returned to the same tree she had been inspecting, finding some dry moss near the base of the trunk. Ripping it from its host, she quickly found some nearby stones, grabbing a pair of flat-bottomed ones. Returning to where the hybrid huddled, the girl lifted a foot forward to brush away a patch of leaves, exposing dirt. Setting several rocks around the edge and the moss in the center, Lyris sat on the flat boulder, which dipped into the ground, so she poised at a slight angle. She struck the rocks, and it didn’t take long to create a spark. The Exalted looked up to the unstable boy, the slight glow from the spark lighting her eyes enough for a slight tint of deep green to be seen. She returned her gaze to the infant fire, setting small twigs atop the smolder, until flames appeared. After feeding a couple larger branches, she could feel the warmth.

She didn’t exactly know why she was sitting down with a starving boy, which she had thought of as her enemy a few hours ago. Let alone giving him warmth. But clearly, he would die without help, and though he thought he didn’t need it, he did. She needed to talk some sense into him- she could feel that the darkness of instability was close to him. Reaching to grab him, even. And she knew he would welcome it.
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POSTED: Fri Sep 27, 2013 1:05 pm

SORRY FOR THE WAIT AGAIN. friday. we spree this weekend, friend. hhaaaa thank god for Lyris' stubbornness, this would've been such a short thread otherwise. <3 [1036]

Since when could he not tell someone they couldn't help him? His expression mirrored his frustration; he could tell someone they couldn't help him if he so pleased. But this was not the case. She literally could not help him. She could try-- but she'd waste her time. And he didn't want to waste her time... not this one. And then she grabbed his wrist and he bit back a half-yelp, half-whine, gritting his teeth visibly, large ears folding back and laying flat among the mess of hair on his head. It seemed he had no choice but to let her try to her heart's content. He hoped it made her feel better. It would waste plenty of time but so long as she came out of it feeling better about herself then that was good enough, the Ganesa supposed. Maxen glanced down at the ground where he was ordered to sit and scared golden eyes came meekly back up to Lyris' own gaze before he slowly squatted down where he stood, crossing his arms in his lap and hunching over. He didn't sit quite yet but he would once he legs gave out from the challenging position he lowered himself into submissively.

The coydog was unsure what to think of her harsh words from earlier as she moved off for... whatever reason. "You're disgusting if you say so", she said. Did that mean she didn't think him so? How queer. "This isn't a pity party". What the hell was it then? Fine, so it wasn't a pity party. "It's called life. We all have to live." Ears stayed folded back. By her logic, she couldn't tell him what to do, right? So why was she... why was she trying? Was she even trying to help? A bit harsh for someone so weak in the mind, don't you think? His expression had been shocked when she told him her family had been slaughtered by a bear. Wow, his life was a real cake walk by comparison. Heh. But he supposed... is that where that scar on her face came from? He had thought it terribly ugly before... when his own face had two scars on it, as well. Her's stretched the length of her face. It must've been terribly painful when it was fresh-- he remembered the pain from his own scars; when Sebastian had taken his blade and cut into his face. The same blade split the corner of his mouth. That scar had gotten smaller over time, but the one on his cheek didn't. It probably wouldn't... just like Lyris'.

He felt no sadness for the loss of the girl's family. Even know she was likely closer to hers than he had ever been to his. His family had never loved him. He was male. He was useful for nothing but breeding and doing hard labor for the women. Not to be taught, pitied, loved. He was a worthless cur. Especially due to his muddied lineage; being half dog sure helped him with his matriarchal coyote family. "It's not the trial that matters. It's how you choose to face it." The dog mix had quieted down, eyes gone hazy in thought of her words. He tried to understand. He knew these words were useful. Meant to help. But as lost as the poor boy was, he couldn't make up or down of them. What did they mean when applied to him? How could they help him? Now... later? Would he really be better for it if he survived these trials? Would he be stronger? Would he be able to live happily, no matter what came later? The boy's body began to shiver violently again; he'd been cold before, but the sudden burst of activity and fear had warmed him a bit and his mind hadn't been able to focus on being cold before. Now he realized it very clearly. His rump was now resting on the ground, his knees brought up to his chest though his arms were still crossed and over his stomach, held between his skinny legs and his gut. Max hunched over, tucking his muzzle between his knees; everything began to sound far away and muffled. He came back to being fully awake at the sound of rustling leaves as Lyris moved them to clear a spot to ... do something.

Maxen watched her from above his knees, keeping his thin, narrow muzzle tucked between his knees to keep his face warm. His long tail had long since coiled around him, curling around the whole of his lower half with tail to spare. The extra he finally brought to rest on his arms. The thick fur from his tail between his legs and body did little to warm him as he already had too little body heat to recycle. He could only watch tiredly, not really taking anything in until there was a spark from the two rocks she was smacking together. He jumped, curling tighter into his ball. The coydog looked up at her in time for her dark, dark gaze to return back to starting the fire; even with just twigs placed on top of the smoldering coal he could feel the warmth. He edged slowly closer to the growing fire. He wouldn't uncoil himself until the fire was hotter, but it was obvious he appreciated the warmth. His eyes closed and even though his skinny, fail body still shook, he seemed comforted. Without the kindness of this stranger, someone he had once been rude to, had treated badly, he likely would've froze to death sometime in the night. Not that anyone would've missed him-- nobody would've come in time to even see signs of who he once was, just his bare bones laying upon the ground. After a few minutes of soaking up the heat, dull gold eyes opened and slowly peeked up to the pristine-furred woman. "Why are you helping?" He spoke quietly, stutter gone with his fear. Although he was still scared, for certain, just not as scared without any immediate thread. "After I was unkind..." Eyes slowly drifted to the flickering flames, an intense shiver wracking his body every few seconds. "I don't deserve your time."

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