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- Leland - 09-10-2009 [html]
OOC:
The swollen and sore paw pads bled underneath him, but scarcely did he notice as he made his way to the borders. Why had he returned here? There wasn’t an answer to that question, but as far as Leland was concerned anymore there weren’t any answers to any of life’s many questions. Such as why had he gone back home? Let Lysander run him off? No, no, it hadn’t been Lysander. The fool had never meant enough to him to control his actions. It had been Lyla. Lyla all along. Lyla always. And Rue. Asha and Catherine had paled in comparison to the mere memory of Lyla. And the shadow of Rue. And then the images of them, of their family. But the pups had looked nothing like what he had imagined. Hybrids, he had seen them before, but he had instead pictures little miniature Lylas and Rues, but no. They had just been puppies, could have been anyone’s. Could have been his. Should have been his. Yet here he was, and when he stopped at the borders, because ever polite was Leland, he finally looked down and saw the fur around his toes stained red. It didn’t matter. He hadn’t even felt it. The whole walk he had been thinking of her, that one night. He had gotten that one night after years of loving here, and for what? Rue had left her, with the puppies and then he had too. That wasn’t him. This wasn’t him. Skinny, fur dirty and matting, paws cracked and bleeding and his eyes. His eyes were vacant. Leland didn’t think he had smiled since he left her, only three days after they had joined together. He couldn’t take it. That wasn’t him either. He had no idea who he was. But maybe they did. This had been his home once. It couldn’t be again. He wasn’t part of them. Pixie had left. The tiny kitten had pranced after him on the journey home, watched with wide eyes as, against her advice, warnings and disapproving glares, fornicated with the love of his life, and then she had abandoned him. Then he had abandoned her. The tiny black, orange and white creature hadn’t come back, though often when asleep he awoke, thinking he heard the soft mewing of the cat. He was not longer part of the tribe, but all the same he couldn’t think of where else to go, so he sat. The scents he remembered where there. Dawali, Catherine, the others that he had never really gotten to know. Asha was not and that was just as well. He’d only let her down too. Just like Lyla. Just like everything and everyone he had touched in the past months. - Dawali Amara - 09-14-2009 [html]
- Leland - 09-28-2009 [html]
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Dawali appeared, to Leland, like a ghost and surprise washed over Leland’s face. Bi-colored eyes stared up blankly at the male, trying to comprehend how his old friend had found him so fast, yet Leland wasn’t actually sure how long he had been sitting there. Time eluded him. Had he been in the right frame of mind it would have been only logical for Dawali to appear then. This was after all the male’s home, he was the leader, and had he scented Leland he would have been sure to come. Leland wasn’t in a normal mind frame, he was in a whole other world. He walked through perpetual loneliness and if anyone broke through that barrier, well perhaps they weren’t real. And though Leland heard the voice of the male, the words made no sense. Ran together. Were in a foreign language. Or maybe he hadn’t even really heard them. Maybe Dawali’s mouth opened and no words came out. Leland squinted up at the male, trying to make sense of this encounter. “Dawali…” Leland spoke, his voice once loud and booming, overly excited and always joyous just seemed empty and confused. There was a long pause while Leland struggled for the next set of words, he knew them, he knew what came next…. “How are you?” He didn’t even realize he hadn’t answered the male’s own question. Suddenly, for only a moment, life came back into Leland’s eyes and his mouth opened as words struggled to break out. “How is Ash- … Catherine…?” His words trailed off as he realized he didn’t know which woman to ask after, and then the light in his eyes died again as he realized he probably didn’t care about either. - Dawali Amara - 10-14-2009 [html]
- Leland - 10-20-2009 [html]
OOC: Could you have Dawali mention or allude to the fact that Catherine is pregnant? Dawali doesn’t have to say they are his or anything, so that Catherine can go one thinking that they are Leland’s. Also we don’t need to drag this thread out too long, perhaps a few more posts and when Dawali turns his back Leland can slip off?
Leland nodded, but did not smile, at Dawali’s affirmation that he was well. It really didn’t matter much anymore if the male was well or not. At the inquisition of Leland’s paws the bi-colored eyes turn downward and Leland studied the bloodied things, torn and shredded as he had never seen another’s and shrugged up at Dawali. Yes, they were painful but Leland hardly noticed that anymore. When in constant hunger it was hard to notice the writhing pain that shot up his limbs from his infected paw pads. When in perpetual grief it was hard to notice anything at all. Ears perked slightly at the hesitation of Catherine’s condition, and Leland turned eyes up to Dawali. They were knowing eyes, as if to say “I am the cause of all this suffering, look at me, now I repent.” But the actual spoken words that escaped his lips were much less poetic, and much more pathetic. “Is she not well…? Ya should tell me if she’s not well.” Although, he guessed hat perhaps he was the cause of any lingering unhappiness and that he could do little to cure it. In honesty, if he could cure it he probably wouldn’t. “Ya know, I’m not proud of the way I left things…” In reality he wasn’t much proud of anything anymore. - Dawali Amara - 10-31-2009 [html]
- Leland - 11-10-2009 [html]
OOC: Going to end this rather awkwardly… Leland threads have been taking too long!
Leland shook his head no at the offer of ointments. Treatment. He did not want it. Did not want to heal his paws. Did not want to head his mind. Did not want to heal a damn thing about himself. It wasn’t worth the time or effort of anyone else, he was past repair. Even if his body could be repaired, Leland wasn’t the same guy underneath. They could dress him in all the bandages they wanted but certain changes couldn’t be undone. Sometimes what was broken just couldn’t be fixed and that was that. Leland’s gaze slowly dulled again, as he prepared to continue with the hum-drum talk of this and that, but Dawali’s words surprised him and Leland looked up then, meeting his old friend’s gaze as a peer for the first time this meeting. “M-mother…?” The words were barely a whisper, Leland wasn’t even sure if Dawali had heard him. In a moment the surprise left him, and the empty gaze over took his face once more. Of course Catherine had taken another, he had been unable to consummate anything with her, more in love with Asha than Catherine. Asha too had probably moved on. They didn’t matter anymore. Lyla did. Only Lyla, and the night they had spent together, and the night he had stole away from her. Leland was not proud of himself, and Dawali, all at once, was not either. The warmth and concern left him and a stern, cold creature that Leland had never witnessed appeared. And questions Leland did not have answers to arose. Dumbly he stood there, going so far as to wring his hands for lack of words, and then very swiftly, more swiftly than one could think a man in his state could move, he ran. Ran and ran. Ran like he did that night. Like the devil was on his heels. Ran until he couldn’t run any further and he was miles from Dawali and he collapsed in a heap, unable to rise, unwilling to rise. - Dawali Amara - 11-24-2009 [html]
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