The truth is stranger than all my dreams

POSTED: Tue May 08, 2018 10:02 am

It's noon in Saint Croix Highlands, and the sun is shining. Your character is having a nightmare. Gen is in her Lupus form.

Thunder boomed in her ears and shook the earth under her paws. A flurry of wind and rain batted against her face, blinding her and threatening to sweep her way into the darkness. She felt clawed hands sink into her fur, biting into her skin. They were trying to keep her there, to not let her get stolen away by the storm.

However, Generosity wasn't in the storm, not truly. The little wolf was safe and tucked away inside the shell of a barn. Only two walls and less than half of a roof were remaining but it was enough to shade her from the sun and protect her from a faint breeze.

A bed of decayed hay and fresh wildflowers pillowed her. Somewhere nearby was her mother—she was going off hunting, she told Generosity, and would be back soon. She was to watch the cow but Gen was so tired...

Milkie wasn't one for wandering and chewed her cud in silence. The heifer was tied to a rotten beam that, if she tried, she could drag down with enough force. But she was a docile beast and cared not of freedom. Dark eyes adorned with long lashes blinked as the little wolf began to writhe in her sleep.

Paws swat at empty air and muffled, strangled whimpers and yelps escaped her.

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POSTED: Sat May 12, 2018 9:40 am

They had followed the St. John's River south from Krokar, leading Jack along by a lead attached to his halter. Behind him, pulled along by the strength of the dark caribou, there was an empty cart that Milos had hoped would be piled high with the fruits of their labor.

Or, perhaps meats would be more appropriate. They were hunting, after all.

Except, whether due to the noise of the cart or simply because of rotten luck, they had not been successful. So they kept moving south, eventually crossing the river where they could and following game trails south through The Borderlands and into the St. Croix Highlands.

"This is fec-FREAKIN' lame," his niece complained, catching herself from swearing and interjecting a more appropriate (if still classless) expression in its place.

But for Milos, seasoned hunter as he was, this wasn't unexpected. It was precisely the reason why he decided to bring Elle along in the first place: to get her out of Krokar for a while and set her mind on something more productive than how angry she was at her mother. Ever since Ailie had returned to them, Milos had felt a palpable tension between mother and daughter. Whatever attempts at reconnecting they were trying, it didn't seem to the Quartermaster that they were succeeding.

"Jus' th' way huntin' goes sometimes, I reckon," he replied, turning to look at his niece. "Gotta have patience, Elle. In more'n one thing that life's thrown your way." Milos looked meaningfully at her but if his words resonated with her, he couldn't tell.

He glanced away and looked ahead again, his sunny eyes catching sight of the rotten barn in the distance. "Gonna have t' try tyin' Jack up somewheres safe'n goin' out a little bit without 'im." Millos pointed to the barn. "Let's try puttin' 'im up in that barn."

Elle grumbled something that Milos couldn't decipher, shrugging in an exaggerated way, and followed him down toward the barn. They smelled the cow first and heard the yelping second.

"Stay here with Jack'n th' cart," he said sharply to Elle, who thought better than to argue. Then, stepping cautiously toward the barn, hunting spear in hand, Milos Parhelion found a dark wolf paddling in the air and whimpering pitifully against a cushion of wildflowers and hay. "Hey, hey," he said gently, setting his spear down and regarding the cow only a moment before reaching carefully out toward the dreaming girl.

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POSTED: Wed May 16, 2018 3:04 pm

The nightmare was something new that plagued Generosity. It had been rare for her to have dreams to begin with—her world had been small a few moons ago, so her mind reflected that. The most exciting thing she saw when she had slept was the thought of chasing ducks that would always elude her.

But her sleep had not been peaceful for the last moon, when the reality of her situation and what had happened truly sank in. There was no going back to the way things used to be since that stormy night. And it scared her.

Louder than the thunder and the rain, a voice rose. It was not one she heard before, what was it doing here? It was then that Generosity realized that she was asleep and the voice was not in her mind but in the real world. Her paws stopped flailing and she blinked her bright eyes open. Sun replaced the darkness and she saw a man hanging above her.

She started but her paws couldn't find the ground and ended up wriggling more than anything else. Eventually she was able to roll onto her round belly and looked up at the stranger, her tail stiff behind her. "Who's you?" she slurred, her words muddled. Her mouth was still trying to catch up with her from the sudden awakening.

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