looking for help

Bindu Epals · 08-21-2010, 05:23 PM

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Pripyat can come in here, too, if you think Geneva wouldn't have a reason to leave him alone.

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There was a disgusting stench wafting through the air, clinging to trees, in the ground, dripping from every nook and cranny. It was familiar by now, as Bindu had been swimming through it for hours and hours. The smell made her want to vomit, or to run away to the comfort of the shore of the ocean, where the smells were diluted with that of salt water and fishies. The scent was in her blood, the teen knew, so she could never run from it, but the notion of being a part of this ... being a wolf ... didn't make her feel better, it made her feel significantly worse. Nose wrinkled, dark eyes locked in a squint, she traveled wearily along the dirt bed of the earth and wished that she would find this thing, this wolf pack, that would give her help, soon. On the other paw, maybe she would find wolves that were not so friendly, wolves like that icky one she had encountered a few days (weeks months years) ago.

In that case, Bindu wasn't sure if she even wanted help. Maybe that cat (what was his name, name, black cat green eyes) was wrong. Maybe wolves were only nice to cats and not dogs with wolfish blood (but he said they were hostile and she was hostile he was right he could be right). In any case -encounter or retreat-, the teen's body knew that it needed a break from the aching largo tempo. She stopped and sat down, dark eyes wandering around in a dull kind of way. The wolfdog had entered another smelly territory a few hours (days weeks months) ago, and she was hopelessly lost. The only element keeping her from the claws of the wolves undoubtedly around was the fact that her scent was so mottled. Her ugly fur had no saliva on it, no care, and smelled like dirt and leaves and dead things. A strong smell, but a natural one. Bindu had also been walking near a river, (a close copy of the ocean) which made her poignant perfume more subtle.

It was the afternoon. The light of day shone through a few trees, blended green and yellow. It looked like a puzzle on the ground, with the colors mixing in some places and having sharp edges to them in others. The sky was blue. A few clouds floated up there, though they only just peeked out from behind the treetops. The grass was a normal dark green, and the dirt an earthy dun. Sitting there, Bindu should have been relaxed. However, her body was so tired and thin that it was hard to feel anything but exhaustion. The fear that had bubbled up in Inferni territory had cooled down to a lukewarm unease. Any emotion was hard to distinguish, and, like the light on the ground, mashed together to form a gray, lumpy thing in the pit of the teen's stomach. It felt weird.

Bindu didn't know why she carried on, why she hadn't tucked her tail between her legs at the sharp words of the black wolf and fled back to the sea. No, she had followed the skull line, into some hilly things, and back south into a mushy place with muddy ground and strange noises. Southeast, southwest, south south south. Bindu knew she had to go south- had the cat told her that? South-something. There was a wolf pack south, and there was help and food and warmth there as well. That was the reason for continuing; help. It had been hard to tear away from the ocean line (follow the ocean, Bindu, important ocean follow ocean). But there was help in the southeast- that was the reason she continued, and so she reminded herself, but in pictures and not words. Images of lizard and lean feathery birds and squirrels blew into the hybrid's mind. This was her strength. Yes, she carried on for help and food and warmth.

The teen looked a mess. Her fur was bound in narrow matted strips where it was feathered- behind the ears and near the base of the tail, namely. The rest of her pelt was caked in mud and icky things. It was clumped together in some parts, and in other parts it had fallen out or thinned because of gradually healing scars (some of which had bravely won the fight against infection). Dark bags pooled underneath her dark eyes, which were also a little puffy. And itchy. One of her paws -maybe all, though the right forepaw was the worst)- made tongues of fire whenever stepped on, but the pain was getting easier to ignore. Odd tremors often racked Bindu's narrow body, odd because she was usually very warm. Hot, even. And her red paisley bandana, once so pretty and clean, was ripped (fix it it's important fix fix fix). It gave the illusion of a gaping neck wound when viewed from far away. Fortunately, the leather band beneath it was in good shape. Bindu was ugly, ugly ugly. She felt it in her bones. Ugly images came to her, ugly hunger consumed her body, ugly pain and ugly blood.

And one hecka ugly smell was choking her nose.

Geneva Stockholm · 08-22-2010, 01:16 AM

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It was another warm August day in the life of the Whilom. Her life away from the sea shore was still very new to her in some ways. Geneva had returned to her home in the ranch with Jefferson, although their lives together had changed. Pripyat was now the defining factor in her life. His welfare and happiness were what she considered the most when making any decision, big or small. It was hard for the new mother to let go, but she was learning to do that in stages. Pripyat was at a point in his life, and in an environment, where he could freely explore and try to develop his own skills and ideas. Geneva did not want to stand in his way. Geneva especially wanted to encourage Pripyat to explore his relationship with Jefferson. The father and son had been estranged, partially as a result of Geneva's own choices and insecurities. She wanted them to make up for lost time without her interference.

Geneva was trying to steer clear of the beach. Although she was happy to have returned to something similar to the life she had lead before her injury back in April, she sometimes still longed for the quiet solitude and security that Raven Beacon had offered her and her young son. It had been their own little world. Geneva tried to distract herself by walking the territory. The Whilom had once been a sub-leader, and she hoped to help Jefferson, her mate and Patriarch, in any way possible.

It was then that the Whilom happened upon a very disheveled looking younger female. The gray colored, green eyed Whilom was brought up short by her haggard appearance, concern flaring inside of her. Call it maternal instinct, but Geneva did not care at the moment that the stranger was within her pack's territory. With little haste, the petite gray wolfess approached the girl. "What can I do?" she asked plaintively. "What happened to you?"

Bindu Epals · 08-22-2010, 09:02 PM

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No problem. Is Geneva in optime form? I'm going to assume so for this post, but I can change it if she's in lupus or secui :3

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Before the teen had a solid opportunity to pick at her paw, a dry rustle rose from the simple quiet, somewhere to the side. Her dark red eyes turned up to meet the offending noise. They were bleary but curious- and maybe expectant. That nasty smell was everywhere, so naturally there might be a wolf nearby, as she knew now (dark wolf bad wolf shout shout run faster).

And Bindu was not wrong. Taking slow steps towards her was a tall, light gray wolf- yes, certainly very tall (two-leg oh no run you'll catch it and die bad bad two-leg evil)- with deep green eyes and a curving mouth. Those pretty eyes reminded the teen of a certain cat she'd met (when was that?), but they lacked detail, as her own eyes were broken and made everything look fuzzy. It didn't take a keen sense of sight to notice the wolf's bipedal form, however. Bindu immediately grew more cautious of this creature, because the only thing worse than a wolf was a two-leg. Her puffy eyes narrowed painfully and she stood up, even though her legs were a little unsteady and the thing didn't seem too mad (run away two-leg it'll eat you up run run fast).

As the thing walked forward, the wolfdog couldn't help but stare at its long legs; they moved with disturbing fluidity. A small growl formed deep within her throat out of instinct, but the more she watched the wolf the more quiet the rumble became, until it was gone altogether. Bindu's motive-direction-reason came back to her like a gentle nudge to her rear end when the wolf started to talk to her in a nice voice, "What can I do?" Bindu thought that was a very silly question- how was she supposed to know what the two-leg could and could not do? Her dark eyes probed the wolf dumbly, but the teen found that she was growing less afraid of this thing, despite its long legs. It didn't sound too mean or icky, and maybe there was help nearby. Help, help (I don't know it looks scary you should run run), food and shelter. That's why she was looking for wolves-for help. Maybe this one could help, maybe not (black wolf spiral scary scary run).

A thought struck the teen- did two-legs give 'help', too, or was that just regular wolves? The cat had never said- or had it, and she'd just forgotten? Bindu's ignorance confused her, but she listened to the wolf as it added, "What happened to you?" Unlike at her previous encounter, the hybrid did not step forward as this wolf questioned her, and there was nothing eager in her bland echo. "What happened to you?" In her own mouth, the words took a new significance. She found it easier to think about them, though they got a little mixed up somewhere between her blackish eyes.

What had, indeed, happened? "I got plum' ugly," Bindu tried to explain, but her words didn't seem like they were good-real-true enough. Yeah, she'd gotten bad-ugly, and in everything. The hunt, sight, smell, and in her head and her paws hurt and she felt icky. But was that what had happened? The wolfdog didn't spare another thought on the concerned inquiry, her mind instead turning to a more important matter. "Help," barked she matter-of-factly. It felt strange to be saying that word, that word repeated so many times in her head so as not to forget it. But Bindu liked the sensation. She continued, "help help." and wagged her matted tail a little bit. Her dark eyes looked at the two-leg wolf, and they seemed to have lost some of the fog covering them (careful careful two-leg bad no help help). The teen wasn't aware of her oddness, and continued to gaze at the wolf with narrowed eyes.

Geneva Stockholm · 08-23-2010, 12:19 AM

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Table by Draggar ♥. Geneva is in optime form! She has muscles like a spaghetti noodle though, lol.

The hybrid girl seemed confused at best. What in the world could have happened to her? Her pelt was filthy and matted. Whatever had happened to her, it was obvious that she was in no shape to care for herself. The Whilom had survived some tough scrapes of her own, but she had never really treated herself. She had recovered on her own and had remained reclusive after her run in with Brennt at the borders. She thought she had known pain then, but she had been wrong. She had been reintroduced to the cruel touch of pain in the most recent spring, and it was not something that she could forget easily.

Geneva did not know how she could help the disoriented girl right at this moment, but she did know that she did not want to leave her this way. She felt the wings of terror in her chest as she imagined Pripyat in a similar predicament. The image of her son disoriented, hurt, and far from home made her heart stop. This girl was someone's friend, sister, child...something, to someone. Geneva would help her in any way she could. "We need to move," Geneva said, keeping her voice calm and even. She didn't want to scare this girl, but she doubted that the wolfdog would take kindly to any physical contact right now.

"Let me take you somewhere safe where I can help you." She hoped that her logical words would penetrate the confusion that the girl was obviously grappling with. The gray wolfess crouched down, holding her hands out with her fingers spread wide in front of her to show that she would not touch her without permission or hurt her. "Do you need help walking?"

Bindu Epals · 08-23-2010, 10:29 PM

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Noodle arms are the shizz <3

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The two-leg lady started to talk some more, which was a-okay with Bindu, because her voice was very cool and nice-sounding. This had to be one of those wolves, one of the wolves that the black cat talked about (don't trust don't move don't listen she's lying), that was nice and would help and who had lots of meat and warmth. As her dark eyes probed the wolf cautiously, they grew more tolerant. Nevertheless, that wariness was still lurking beneath them. If the eyes were the window to one's soul, than Bindu's windows were firmly shut, with boards holding them closed to hide from the world.

The wolfdog's thoughts were rewarded when the wolf talked about a safe place- and help. Bindu could not remember the last time she'd been in a truly safe place. Certainly nothing was secure when one was one the move, as in the teen's case, nor at any of the many stops she'd made. Even in the desert ... yes, in the desert (think think you can remember you home home) nothing had been 'safe', or at least not very often. A faint memory ticked the girl's brain as she tried to remember why the sands hadn't been safe, but she couldn't remember. Instead of straining herself, Bindu looked towards the two-leg absently.

The lady's paws had been stretched out grotesquely, and they ended in sharp and needle-like claws. One of her paw digits didn't face the same direction as the others, and was angled slightly inward. Nausea rose in a hybrid stomach at the sight of those awful fingers, and Bindu leaned back on her paws. She didn't like this wolf's paws, even if her voice was nice and she wasn't so mean and full of 'help'. Her dark eyes glanced up, at the two-leg's face and found the features blurred and soft. A few more words came out of the elongated mouth of the wolf- do you need help walking? Help? Walking- help (run not walk run those paws scary run). Her red scarf buckled into creases as Bindu shook her head, no, she did not need help walking. She did not know how a two-leg could help her to walk in the first place, so it was a good thing that she wouldn't have to find out.

Bindu's blackish eyes gazed up -unnaturally high- at the wolf and they filled with a question, or maybe more of a mild curiosity. Help- was the cat right, in that some wolves would help? Or would this wolf be like so many others? It didn't seem to be too nasty, so maybe somewhere in its lines there was pedigree blood. The wolfdog wanted to know these things, but something inside of her told her that she'd have to just wait and find out.

Geneva Stockholm · 08-26-2010, 04:39 PM

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This time the girl did not speak, just mutely shook her head. It seemed she was capable of communication. But her thoughts seemed to remain muddled. And it was also easy for the Whilom to see the indecision within her. The wolfdog obviously needed aid of some sort, if only someone to provide her a place to rest and recover. Geneva did not know the extent of the hybrid girl's pain, suffering, or ordeals, but she knew that she would not turn her away, not like this. What if she stumbled away and happened upon someone who would take advantage of her in this state? In good conscience, Geneva could not turn this girl away. And in her current state, she did not constitute a threat to her pack, not even a minor one.

She did not want to seem to be touched. In fact, her dark eyes were fixated on her outstretched hand. Geneva instinctively curled her fingers into a loose relaxed fist and withdrew her impending touch. Perhaps that would calm the wolfdog down. For now, she was intent on removing the girl from the wilderness and transferring her to the comparative safety and comfort of the ranch, where she would be better able to care for her. The new mother had already made the decision to put Bindu in one of the spare bedrooms of the ranch house. Jefferson kept residence in their old bedroom, and Geneva had been staying with her son in her old bedroom. The bedroom where she would lead Bindu would be right down the hall, close enough to care for her, but far enough away that she could keep Pripyat from disturbing her or possibly being hurt by her. In all things even remotely regarding her son, she was cautious.

"Come on," she said in a soft but firm voice, one she often reserved for Pripyat when he had wandered too far. "We need to clean you up." The girl's fur was matted and dirty. Geneva had no way of discerning the extent of the damage to her until she was clean. And Geneva knew from experience that the healing process was often better in a cleaner environment. Earlier in the day, Geneva had filled a basin in the back of the ranch to bathe Pripyat, something he was not especially fond of. But he would have to have a bath later. The wolfdog's needs were more immediate. "This way, it isn't far," she said, nudging her gently when she would try to stop or veer off course. The ranch was not far from here at all, and soon the wooded structure loomed in front of them, a beautiful but rustic and humble place. She took the short steps up to the porch and opened the door wide. "Come in. Let's get you clean," she urged the girl gently.

Bindu Epals · 08-29-2010, 09:54 PM

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Bindu had been staring at the wolf's weird face before a subtle movement in the corner of her vision field called for her attention. For a second it was hard to figure out what was happening -what was that grayish stick doing there, why was it moving, what, why, gray- but then her dark eyes adjusted to the picture before them. The two-leg's pointy fingers were going away, backwards, and closing inside of themselves like a turtle ...how strange. Bindu knew she couldn't do that sort of thing with her own paws (good thing not a two-leg good no disease no evil). But as she turned her ashy gaze back to the wolf's head, Bindu's paws wiggled in the dirt. She was reminded of the pain in them, and almost immediately they grew still. It was a good thing those ugly fingers were out of sight.

The two-leg said something again- come on. Come on, Bindu, walk because you don't need help walking. And then there were more words, coming from ahead and soft like rain. Clean you up- clean. Clean up. Her ragged-clad head tilted to the side when the wolf mentioned 'clean'. Clean was strange, cold, white (hostile clean clean?). The wolfdog didn't know if she wanted to be clean, or how being clean would work. But she forgot about it almost as soon as she and the wolf started walking. Walking made her head go instinctively blank. Blissfully blank. Her paws moved like a robot, and her blackish eyes were calmed. But there was a two-leg here, and Bindu could see it with every step taken, so she didn't lose herself completely.

Sometimes when the path in her head curved or came to an end, the hybrid would adjust accordingly. But each time, the two-leg would move her in another direction, with quiet words and nudging fingers. Bindu thought this was strange and a little irking, but she didn't snappity snap or run away because this wolf hadn't been too mean so far, even if it was a two-leg (don't trust, don't trust, run). After only a few minutes, the two-leg started to walk more slowly, its steps more meaningful. Bindu saw what they were headed towards a few minutes after said change.

A tree had grown out of the ground, and in such a weird shape that the teen had to stop and squint, just to make sure it was real. She had never seen a house. How ... square. There was a hole in the front of it and on the sides of its trunk, which had ridges on it and also sharp corners. And instead of leaves, there were small, hard things at the top of it, which slanted and certainly did not look like leaves. Adding to the insanity, the two-leg climbed the tree's roots and stood at the mouth of its gaping hole. The wolf said, 'come in', and 'clean' (don't go two-leg death trap blood not safe not not).

Strange wolf, two-leg thing.

Bindu was going to go in, she was. Her paws carried her to the roots of the tree, and for a few seconds she just stared at them blankly. So smooth. Not like a tree. Kind of shiny. Carefully, the wolfdog lifted her good forepaw and rested it on the step. She immediately drew it back and took a step backwards. It was not a tree- this was not a tree, no, it couldn't be, what was this thing why. Sickly smooth, like glass. The hair on the back of the teen's neck raised like a skunk's tail. She was scared, scared of this thing, of this weird tree and the two-leg. And the smell- that icky smell had saturated the air and was dripping everywhere. Bindu was not comfortable, she would not do this, she was frightened. "Help?" she asked, her voice a weak whisper, and then,"Mother?" . The words were oddly comforting, but for the life of her, Bindu couldn't figure out why.

Geneva Stockholm · 08-31-2010, 01:16 AM

The girl's eyes were so flat and empty. At least, until some flash of terror or distrust lit up that dark gaze, and then Geneva would wonder what had befallen this young hybrid. She did not want to think of it right now. At present, she concentrated on providing her with immediate care. She did not seem keen on becoming clean, but that was a necessary evil at the moment. If she was terribly injured or had open wounds, Geneva knew that infection could creep in and compound her troubles.

The way she said the word mother tore the Whilom up inside. She could only imagine the word bubbling up from her own son's mouth. What if he had been lost, alone, confused, and hurt? Geneva did not know if there was someone out there looking for this girl, but she silently promised that she would watch over her. Geneva already cared about her, and she did not see that going away anytime soon. She would care for her until she was well enough and sound enough in her own judgment to leave of her own accord without risk of further injury.

"Yes," Geneva responded to both. Yes, she was going to help her. Yes, she was a mother. Geneva did not think that speaking to the wolfdog was really helping any. She was so filled with distrust. The best that Geneva could do was try to figure out a way to communicate with her. And providing help seemed to be the key. "This will help," Geneva said, motioning to the tub that was on the floor. It was low and she would not have any trouble climbing into it. Geneva walked across the hall to the tub that was warm from the backdrop of the hearth. "Get in, it will help."

Bindu Epals · 08-31-2010, 10:14 PM

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The girl felt an emotion stir inside of her when she felt the two-leg looking down on her. Yes, an emotion. A spark of civility, something special and personal. Her dark eyes absorbed the wolf's sad face when she didn't enter the tree, and she felt sad, too, because she didn't want to go and that was what made the wolf sad in the first place. Why did she feel like this -sad- because a dumb two-leg wanted her to go into a tree? Why was this wolf so strong that Bindu copied its feelings and called them her own?

Bindu abandoned her thoughts when that pretty voice spoke again, saying 'yes'. Yes. It was a nice word. Having drawn the teen's attention, the two-leg went on to mention help. Help, help was good (not from a two-leg). Her maimed, long foreleg motioned to something inside of the tree, and despite her fears, the wolfdog found herself climbing the super-smooth-scary steps (not natural off off off) to get a better look. Her legs were a little wobbly, but Bindu had experienced worse and was not daunted by her mini hike. Up, up, up into the tree she walked, almost directly in the wolf's footsteps. The click of her claws made a tat-tat-tat sound on the smooth ground, and she uneasily ignored it. There was help here, right? Didn't the wolf say that? Help? This will help?

But, no matter how concentrated she was on this 'help', Bindu was extremely uncomfortable in this box-tree. It was darker here, and the walls of the tree seemed like they were pressing in (closer closer can't breathe). Some strange things were laying around, things that the hybrid hadn't seen anything like never ever. Maybe it was the overwhelming anxiety or the words of the two-leg, but as soon as it started talking again, the wolfdog unconsciously relaxed and focused only on the thingie in the corner, the one that the two-leg was talking about.

"Get in, it will help." it said, voice soft like butterflies. Get it, it will help. Get in? In? Her dark eyes washed over the strange thing before Bindu dared 'get in'. It looked like a puddle, but with sides. Maybe like ... a log, or something? Either way, the teen knew that there was water in the middle, and she was comfortable with water. With an oddly blank mind, her paw -the good one- lifted up and splashed into the warm water. Water sloshed in the basin precariously, and, startled, the wolfdog recoiled and skidded backwards on the slippery floor. A steady stream of words came from her mouth, and it sounded like, "Shashashashashashasha." That water was not like normal water. It was warm and it didn't move and there weren't fishes in it (two-leg water poison get out shake off run).

Bindu began to use her brain again. Why did she have to get in the water? It helped, right? Was this clean? Was this water clean? When her eyes met the wolf's face, the teen's mind went blank again and she stood still, or, rather, crouched. Her limbs were locked in a half-up-half-down position, balancing on the glassy floor as if it were the turf of an alien planet. "Get in, get help?" Bindu mumbled anxiously. The water was peculiar, but if there was help in it ...

Geneva Stockholm · 08-31-2010, 11:02 PM

It seemed like every step forward the wolfdog took required a battle of some sort. Her senses were obviously muddled, her thought patterns a mess. Geneva did not know how to get through to her, but she knew that she would not rest until she did. She was heartened by the hybrid girl's favorable responses within the last few minutes, and that gave her a little bit of confidence. Perhaps they were proceeding on the right track after all. There had to be a way to reach her and to help her regain her own sense of control and perception, but Geneva did not know how. For now, she would have to settle for helping her with her physical troubles.

"It will help," Geneva said, standing a safe distance away. She wanted terribly to reach out and help her into the water, but she knew better. If she touched the wolfdog, she feared that they would lose all of their progress. She obviously did not trust her, and so for now, Geneva would have to play it safe and be careful in the way she approached the girl. She wanted to know more about her and about what had happened to her, but the girl clearly wasn't in a place to hold that kind of conversation.

"I'm Geneva. What is your name?" the Whilom asked gently, wondering if she could penetrate the fog that covered the teen's thoughts. "I want to help you. Let me help you," she said plaintively, her voice pitched low. How could she get through to this girl? There had to be a more direct way. Geneva had all the patience in the world, but she did not know how long this uneasy truce could last between them.

Bindu Epals · 09-04-2010, 10:59 PM

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The wolf confirmed Bindu's question, but she was still a little wary of the lukewarm water. The two-leg water. Simple pictures played behind her eyelids; a swirling purple pond, poison, snakes ... carefully, the teen placed her damp foreleg in the water and shifted her meager weight on it. This water helped, it was okay, no snakes no bad things (two-leg water don't trust). This water was okay. It helped, because the nice wolf said so- the wolf with the soft voice. Down, down, down her good paw dropped through the water, until finally resting on a smooth and flat bottom. When the mild water had stretched up to the wolfdog's elbow or so, her bad paw followed suit and entered the water as well.

It wasn't too bad, the teen noted. Already she felt a little better, a little calmer. Soothing warmth crept into her toes and up to her elbow. Some little aches and pains were dulling quickly. Although this water didn't move and was warm and in a big cup, Bindu thought she kind of liked it (don't like two-leg water ick).

The rest of Bindu's body was just climbing into the basin when the wolf murmured, "I'm Geneva. What is your name?" The girl's dark eyes widened. Name! She knew what a name was, she knew and remembered. Her rag-like tail wag as she echoed, "Gen-ay-va." It was a nice name like the wolf's nice voice. Nice nice nice.

Before the hybrid had a chance to think about her own name, something inside of her blurted out, "Bindu's my-name." An odd sensation grew between her eyes. Bin-du. The word felt comfortable, but alien at the same time. The teen knew that it was her name, but she felt weird when it was out in the air like that, just kind of floating. Like a head without a body- floating. Bindu looked at Geneva, her eyes confused. Bindu ... somehow, every time she repeated the word in her brain, it came out as a question. Bindu? Bindu?

Her bandana was getting wet. Its lower half floated in the water, and a dark stain was melting upwards like a slug. Such a cherished possession, now dirty and ripped and wet. A neglected pet. The wolfdog glanced down at the red splotch on her chest and then back to Geneva. The two-leg was saying something about help- let me help you, let me. Help. You. How silly of this nice wolf to say that! Bindu swayed in the water. Waves came out from her bedraggled body, and she stared at the wolf dumbly. "What," she snapped, a little more harshly than intended. What a stupid thing to say- let me help you. Wasn't she already helping (bad water, no help its bad water)? Bindu was puzzled, but her blackish eyes gazed at the two-leg quietly and said no more. Wolf packs helped, right (no, black wolf no help shout shout ow)?

Geneva Stockholm · 09-14-2010, 09:37 PM

Calling in Jefferson to wrap some matters up! After a few posts with Lin, can we fade out and have an updated thread? WC: 311

And so she had a name. There was still some sort of stormy emptiness in the rings around her eyes, but there appeared to be a way to reach the wolfdog named Bindu. She was not as far gone as her behavior indicated. Or perhaps she was, but she was not beyond repair. Geneva knew for certain now that she could not be left to herself in the outside world. There were too many dangers, and she was clearly in no shape to take care of her own safety and body. The Whilom made the sudden decision to keep Bindu here, for however long it would take for her to recover.

Geneva knew that it would not do to have a complete stranger, who was not in her right mind, within the territory without notifying her mate. Geneva had been a sub-leader many months ago, and while she still held a high rank within Phoenix Valley, she knew that she had to at least let the leader here know. Her conundrum was this: Would calling Jefferson now somehow frighten Bindu? Geneva was certain that his presence would stir up some bit of chaos, but she knew that the girl needed as much help as she could get. Jefferson knew what it was like to be hurt and confused; maybe he could help to reach her too.

The Whilom called out to him, her voice small, thin, and persistent, meant specifically for him. She needed to let him now that there was someone here who needed their help. She kept her voice calm and even as she ended her call to him, smiling reassuringly at Bindu. ”I called someone else to help,” Geneva explained to her, although she was not sure how the girl would take it. There were too many unidentified variables here for Geneva to be sure of anything, really.

Bindu Epals · 09-26-2010, 07:00 PM

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Sorry for my absence and for this short post ): that'd be great- should I note Lin in the thread topic?

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Her mind was blank for a few seconds as the wolf -Geneva- was quiet; it hurt to think of things, like how tired she was or how weird this place seemed. Bindu was aware of a pretty voice in the air, but suddenly she was just too exhausted to listen to it. The water was warm and okay (no snakes, no poison, okay), but it also made her sleepy. The girl noticed that her eyes had closed when Geneva's tone changed, becoming more direct. They yawned open, the blackness inside of them dark and weary. Called someone else to help- help was good, it was nice. Geneva was good. Her help was good. Bindu didn't worry too much, but something in the corner of her mind was nagging. Someone else might not be nice (black wolf?).

The wolfdog didn't respond to Geneva. She closed her eyes again and took a sharp breath in. Her bony figure expanded like a balloon, until, with a hiss it contracted back to normalcy. Yes, the water was nice. Nice, nice. It swirled around her legs calmly, and just then, Bindu thought she knew what clean meant. It meant warmth and water, maybe. Maybe food, too. Maybe's and might be's fogged the hybrid's brain, but her mind was still quiet. Geneva was helping, this was helping and things might be, maybe, okay.

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