05-15-2008, 01:41 AM
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It was funny sometimes just how eeriely quiet things were there. There was nothing in the forest to interest him. No familiar scents. No familiar landmarks. No memories. No people. The birds and small animals rustling in the underbrush may as well have been silent because he didn't notice them. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Even the inside of his skull had been strangely silent as of late. There was no cackling laughter and no snide remarks from the snarky little monster that lived there. Just silence. And he had nothing to fill that silence with. He didn't think about anything. He didn't reminisce about what was gone, and he didn't think about the future beyond the next step he was taking, if even that. It was such an empty existence.
He saw her. It took him a while to rummage through his tattered memories, but he managed to find her face and her name there. Family. One of so many distant relatives he'd met over the years. One of so many that had come and gone from the pack he used to lead.
As an alpha, he might have had things he was obligated to ask and know about. What did he have now? What was he supposed to care about? He knew she was okay. He could see that. So what else was important? Her life? The details? He would only forget them as soon as she turned to leave, so what did that matter? He was useless here, knowing nothing because he remembered nothing. Because he allowed himself to remember nothing.
It was funny sometimes just how eeriely quiet things were there. There was nothing in the forest to interest him. No familiar scents. No familiar landmarks. No memories. No people. The birds and small animals rustling in the underbrush may as well have been silent because he didn't notice them. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Even the inside of his skull had been strangely silent as of late. There was no cackling laughter and no snide remarks from the snarky little monster that lived there. Just silence. And he had nothing to fill that silence with. He didn't think about anything. He didn't reminisce about what was gone, and he didn't think about the future beyond the next step he was taking, if even that. It was such an empty existence.
He saw her. It took him a while to rummage through his tattered memories, but he managed to find her face and her name there. Family. One of so many distant relatives he'd met over the years. One of so many that had come and gone from the pack he used to lead.
Cercelee,he acknowledged, stopping where he stood and blinking almost stupidly at her. It might have been surprising that he hadn't called her Ceres for surely now, the girl looked just like her grandmother had. It seemed to take an eternity for his mind to comprehend anything beyond her name and who she was. The scent of her newfound pack drifted slowly to him. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to talk or ask about?
As an alpha, he might have had things he was obligated to ask and know about. What did he have now? What was he supposed to care about? He knew she was okay. He could see that. So what else was important? Her life? The details? He would only forget them as soon as she turned to leave, so what did that matter? He was useless here, knowing nothing because he remembered nothing. Because he allowed himself to remember nothing.
Running a pack now, I see,he settled on finally, voice simple and soft. It wasn't really a question, but he didn't know what else to say.
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