To see without eyes

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POSTED: Wed Jan 30, 2013 3:37 pm

OOC::Poor Thorn's trying to deal with his blindness, someone give him a hug :O

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The world felt empty; perhaps it was the black void Thorn found himself in. He walked forward aimlessly; his tired arms had given up with hanging in front of him to stop his crashing into trees. The only way he knew where he was was through his nose, he constantly sniffed the air, looking for signs of approaching scents. His eye stung, and for once it wasn't the burnt one. The doctor he met, Copper, had saved his eye from being damaged for good, but he still had to deal with the black void for a month. He growled in frustration, on his own he'd no idea where in Casa he was, nor if it was light or dark.

He carried his bow in his hand, in a weak hope that he might be able to catch something. Possibly a rabbit, something small that he could hear. But nothing rustled, in fact if it wasn't for the waving trees, his world or hearing would be just as empty as his world of sight. He grumbled and gave up trying to find something, placing his bow on his back he continued to tread through what he could only assume was a forest.

Thorn felt scared, terrified even, the scent of Casa kept him somewhat feeling safe, but a thought at the back of his head still buzzed with panic. He walked for a little longer, before collapsing next to a tree. He felt somewhat dizzy, the combination of thought and only being able to smell was bringing an ache to his head. The talking trees grew to shouts as the wind picked up. Thorn shivered and clung to his cloak.

A thought poked at his head, how would he get back to the fort if he got tired? Smelling the air, he whined. The scent of his trail was very weak, and probably wouldn’t take him far. Feeling useless, he sniffed and finally let out a loud but not to sharp howl. He didn't want to stir up panic in the pack mates he knew well. He just wanted an escort back to the fort, and that made him feel even more useless.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 30, 2013 3:49 pm

371 Hi hi! 8D Wayne is in Secui form!

What time Wayne could spare from dealing with the myriad of horses in the pack he spent attending to other tasks -- and in this case, taking advantage of the winter to hunt. Though tiny animals and birds had become scarce, the lack of good browsing for animals such as deer left his prey weak -- and so he felt confident he could take down a whitetail by himself in his bulky halfling form. He'd done it before when he was traveling north, and had participated in the great hunt close to the pack's inception -- but even then he hadn't quite been alone. Scowling, he shook his head, ears flopping slightly against his skull, and marched onward through the snow with his nose snuffling for the scent trail of a deer.

The wolfdog found himself both lucky and unlucky -- lucky in that he came across the leavings of a rather weak-smelling animal, one that he could easily track and kill. Less fortunately, however, the howl of a pack mate broke through the trees, a call for help though not a desperate one. The mongrel paused and weighed his options, wondering if he could just ignore the other (whom he didn't even know that well) and keep on hunting.

Damn it, Wayne muttered as the more pressing duty won out, and he turned from the deer's trail and cantered across the short stretch of land to reach the other Cavalieri. He found himself thinking that he'd encourage Lowry to do the same, anyway -- and he didn't want to be a hypocrite, even if the coyote was gone and wouldn't know either way.

When he did reach his comrade, however, Wayne found himself suddenly very glad that he'd come. The other was a grey wolf with a blue cloth of sorts hiding his eyes, and doing a less good job of hiding the nasty scar tissue massing at the side of his face and his shoulder. Wayne winced slightly but continued to step forward, unnerved by the sight of the other's eye-covering, wondering what had happened. He stopped and cleared his throat loudly to announce himself, if his heavy scent had not already.

POSTED: Thu Jan 31, 2013 1:10 pm

OOC::Heya!

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It seemed forever Thorn had to wait. Whining, he wondered if anyone would even come to his call, did anyone really care about him that much? He quickly shook the thought away, making himself depressed was not going to help him. He leaned back against the tree, relaxing his muscles until he drifted off. A cough woke him up, and he jumped clear off the ground for a second. He looked around pointlessly, not to sure where exactly the noise came from. Sniffing the air he found a scent of a dog. Getting up he turned to the strongest part of a scent, assuming it was the source.

"Hello?" He said, "By the smell, I'd guess you're a fellow pack mate." He did a pathetically small bow and introduced himself, "T-Thorn Hazeheart, pleased to meet you- sort of." He mumbled a bit to himself and made a cautious journey towards the scent. Assuming he was near the canine, he smiled lightly. "I got blinded recently, haven't quite had the opportunity to get used to it." A flash of what happened appeared in his head, but he shook it away. "I got lost, either to cold's got to my nose, or I'm too far away. But I can't find a scent back to the fort."

He lowered his head, "I'd ask if it's no trouble, if you could point me back to the fort."

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POSTED: Sat Feb 02, 2013 1:21 pm

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The brownish-grey wolf jerked his head back and forth at Wayne's cough, and the Labrador frowned -- and then, very very suddenly, recognized him from the encounter with the black and white loner. He hadn't known the male very well, but he'd recognize that scarring everywhere, and remembered how the other had used his bow to help fend the brute away. Well -- he hadn't been blind then, so that sort of explained why he seemed so unused to it now.

The other Cavalieri bowed slightly and gave his name, and the stablemaster nodded -- before realizing the other wouldn't see it. He huffed instead and said, Wayne McCoy -- I work with the horses. Perhaps his doggish, horsey scent would remind the other of their encounter together, but if not, that was no problem and the man would at least have his name to remember.

The other approached him, and the Secui male stood stiffly and made sure he wouldn't walk into something or bump into him. He frowned at the other's little speech, but was silent for a moment, deciding to take one thing at a time. Shaking his head -- his half-flopped ears giving a little smack against his skull -- he spoke gruffly. What happened t' ya? If another Luperci did this, we need t' know about it. Perhaps it wasn't an attack from another canine -- perhaps it was just an accident -- but if not, Wayne needed to have this reported to the leaders and make sure that the issue was taken care of. He would not tolerate members of his pack getting hurt.

I ain't gonna point ya in the right direction, the mongrel growled next, but stepped forward instead. I'm in Secui -- comin' up t' ya now. Gonna walk under yer hand so you can touch my shoulders, hold onto me, an' we'll walk back to the fort together. With this warning, he did as he mentioned -- coming around and brushing his head under the other's hand before his fingers would fall on his smoky-streaked withers. He looked the part of a guide dog like this, like some beast Thorn had tamed.

Now, Wayne said, and lifted his head slightly. Tell me when yer ready -- an' also tell me why the hell you'd be out here in the first place. He used the same tone of voice he might have used when admonishing Lowry. If you were just injured, you should be recuperatin' in the Courthouse, not comin' out here, jackin' 'round an' runnin' into trees. His words were stern, perhaps harsh -- but also well-meant. Wayne didn't want his pack mates hurt -- but he also didn't want them to be senseless buffoons. If there was one thing he couldn't tolerate -- besides laziness -- it was stupidity.

POSTED: Sun Feb 03, 2013 11:56 am

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Thorn followed the man’s advice, recognising the voice from his encounter with the loner at Casa's boarders. He felt the male move over his hand, and Thorn moved it back so that he could hold the man’s shoulders. He felt a little embarrassed, but also thankful that the male had offered to help. "It wasn't done by another, but a bear," Thorn answered, "I'd assume they'd all be hibernating at this time, so I wasn't aware."

They began walking, and Thorn didn't take too long to get used to the style of movement and keep up with Wayne. He brought his ears back to Wayne stern tone and question. Sighing he answered, "I know, I should be better off staying in the fort, but I couldn't stand being so utterly useless for my pack." He hated the idea of doing nothing for so long, "They've been good to me here, and I constantly feel like I need to repay them for it. So I came out here to clear my head, and hopefully find a way of hunting blind." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, "It appears hunting by only your nose isn't as easy as you'd think."

He hoped that would do as an apology, and he hoped Wayne would understand his reasons. Although, Thorn wasn't sure he understood them much, he knew the reasons he came out here, but saying them out loud made him realise part of his stupidity. But he wasn't about to take this event as a reason to be lazy and do nothing until he healed. No, he was determined to learn how to work with the condition, even he did get lost from time to time.

"Thanks by the way," He said to Wayne, "For going to the trouble of helping me." He'd said such things to the man who'd saved him that night, it was a shame that Thorn wouldn't know what the healer looked like until he came to relieve Thorn of his handicap- and to get his scarf back.

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POSTED: Tue Feb 05, 2013 10:18 am

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It was Wayne's nature to be a bit stern, if only because he believed in common sense and following it. Casa di Cavalieri was not a place for dreamers and those who couldn't take care of themselves; Lowry's time here had taught him that more than anything. He had no problem against fighters coming and joining and learning, or canines seeking sanctuary here if there was nowhere else to go -- but the pack would only be brought down hard if every sparkle-eyed wolf with a dream to fight and no sense to speak of tried to join. In Thorn's case -- well, obvious bravery where it wasn't needed, which was far more understandable. Realizing how much of a cynic he was, Wayne snorted, but pricked his ears at the other's response.

Bear, the Secui echoed, and frowned. Ran intuh one of those a few weeks ago, he said, and was sure if the other brushed his hand against his side, he could feel the claw marks running along his ribs. Apparently, they can get woken up. He still hoped that this wouldn't become a recurring thing -- only two freak accidents, one wolf blind and one dog dead. Otherwise -- it might be time for another hunt, but Wayne knew bears could talk just as well as wolves, and that this might give them the power to plan right back.

They walked, Wayne slightly turning to help his companion avoid the trees, and Thorn confirmed his suspicions regarding why he was away from the fort. The mongrel chewed on his words for a moment before offering, Sometimes one needs t' learn t' compensate fer something like that -- permanent or not. He desperately hoped the other's blindness wasn't permanent. It's hard t' stay still long enough t' heal. I hurt my arm in a raid last spring; couldn't do my job either. Still hurts, sometimes, but would've been a lot worse had I gone 'n' jostled it more than I had to. He shrugged and smiled. Something I had t' teach my apprentice, patience. Somethin' you warrior folks don't seem t' have.

He paused then, both in speech and in step, and tried to think of the simplest path to get to the fort where Thorn wouldn't have to stumble over something. He picked up again a moment later, moving steadily. Ya ain't useless now, he added. You're useless dead. Blind there's still plenty you can do, especially if ya get used t' it in the safety of the fort, an' work your way out. Plenty of jobs t' help with. Maybe not fighting or hunting -- but other things that're just as important.

The other thanked him then, and Wayne chuckled. Ain't no fur off my back, he replied, jauntily enough to let Thorn know he wasn't mad about the whole ordeal, just concerned. That's what pack mates are supposed t' do, anyway.

POSTED: Tue Feb 05, 2013 3:35 pm

OOC:: Naww, look's like Thorn has made a friend yes?

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Thorn followed the steps of the male, felling him move from side to side at times to steer Thorn away from any trees. Thorn smiled, the edge of his mouth lost in the blue scarf he wore. "I can pluck a bow, and aim pretty good. But patience is like a skill in itself." Thorn lifted his head and took a fresh breath of cool air, "If I'm not hunting, or doing something worth while, then I always assume I haven't done enough." He recalled back to one of his first hunts for Casa. "I remember a while back, when I had just join the pack, I went out and got a luck catch." Thorn tried to gesture with his free hand, "Two deer, and I brought them straight back. That night, I felt like I needed to do more, and went out for a night hunt." He chuckled at himself. "Doing nothing always seems more than it is."

Wayne sounded like he knew a lot about these things and, although his accent made him sound naive and rough, Thorn realized that he really knew what he spoke about. Thorn frowned, he'd never thought that he might have any other skill other than archery, it had been most of his life for the past year. He wasn't good with horses, or pups since he'd never had any experience with either. Though his mate had a horse, perhaps he could learn about them off her. Abandoning his thoughts for a moment, Thorn went back to the talk with Wayne. He felt proud that he'd join such a noble pack, willing to go out of their way to help each other. Perhaps all packs were like this, but not having been in a pack before meant Thorn had little knowledge on the matter.

"I guess I could look for something else," Thorn said, "Probably just help out someone, I'm not too sure."

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POSTED: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:10 pm

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Wayne could not begin to imagine attempting to aim an arrow at something while blind; it was downright impossible without a great deal of luck, if one could only guess the general direction of the prey. He knew he wouldn't be able to hit the broad side of a barn even with his vision. His own style of fighting, however...

His thoughts whisked quickly past when Thorn started to speak again, and the Secui mongrel listened as he explained the want to help out with the pack. It was good that the newer member did want to contribute, rather than spend all his time foraging for goods for himself like some wolves thought it was a good way to spend there time. Yer heart's in the right place, he remarked quietly, his side leaning slightly against Thorn's hip to nudge him out of the way of a log. An' when yer feelin' up to it -- catch all the prey in the world. Just know we don't expect you t' shoot a moose through the eye when yer hurt, he said with a snort. You've done well enough. Sometimes Wayne felt some of the shorter-staying members had been mere burdens, but there was the difference between a healthy member who contributed nothing, and a hurt one like Thorn who still tried to do his best for the pack. He wasn't a burden at all.

Thorn mentioned helping another out, and Wayne frowned as he tried to think of something he could help with. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to throw him in with the horses when he couldn't see, but maybe he could work at weaving something with Clara, or hauling things for someone else. Or --

Y'ever have a mind t' learn hand-to-hand? Wayne asked, pausing. Archery's a lost cause without vision, but when yer up close 'n' personal anyway, ya don't really need it. Might be somethin' t' do, keep ya busy, an' a skill ya prolly won't forget.

POSTED: Sat Feb 16, 2013 12:32 pm

OOC:: Sorry it's so short, I've been a little busy lately

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Wayne was a nice guy, someone Thorn would rely on if he need to. A friend almost, if Thorn would go that far. What Wayne said lifted Thorn's spirits, as if he wasn't doing bad, but until he was better he could do good either. "Thank you, I never really think like that, so it's nice to hear it off someone else." Thorn said. They went quiet, perhaps Wayne was also thinking of a different way Thorn could help out.

Then Wayne spoke out an idea. "Hand-to-Hand?" Thorn thought, he knew how to fend someone off by attacking with the edges of his bow like a whip, so that if someone got in close range he could still attack them, but he'd never thought of learning it without the use of his bow. "Can't say that I have, but then again I've never really needed to." Thorn guessed that learning it would help him in some way, or at least keep him occupied until he regained his sight. "But it does sound interesting, and i like to have a skill along with archery."
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POSTED: Sat Feb 23, 2013 10:09 am

--No problem! And sorry for the wait on my part. D: We can either go into a hand-to-hand lesson now, or we can have another thread dated after this one for that if you wanted to? Or just assume Wayne was teaching him stuff; it’s up to you! Didn’t know how long you wanted this thread to go for. ^^


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Wayne smiled, though the man could not see it, and then shrugged lightly to show it was no problem and there was no need for thanks. He didn’t give out encouragement like that to just anyone, but he recognized when his pack mates could use a little boost—and if anyone needed a boost, it was blind Thorn.

The brownish-grey man considered hand-to-hand for a moment, explaining that he hadn’t really needed it before, and Wayne grunted lightly to acknowledge his words. He didn’t much see the point in using fancy or long-range weapons if you were made useless when someone came into range, too close to attack with an arrow or sword-tip. Good thing about usin’ yer own body, Wayne offered, is that when you’ve lost everythin’ else, you still have it t’ rely on. A swordsman who’s lost his sword, an archer who’s lost his sight—Wayne knew there were a thousand more examples. He wasn’t that great of a fighter, but he had the common sense some warriors just plain didn’t.

I’m afraid I ain’t much of a teacher, Wayne warned, but I can at least be someone t’ beat up fer practice. He stopped and looked upon the walls of the fort, his tail wagging out to the side and nudging Thorn’s leg lightly. We’re here; hundred paces ahead of ya is the fort.

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