A million words would not bring you back

Ever Mayawyn · 08-26-2010, 11:13 PM

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Niro at the stables

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Almost a week had gone by. She had been counting the days, forcing her mind passed clouded hours. The sky was a clear blue, but it wouldn’t have made a difference to the female. Doors closed, she lay against the hay stack, her form crippled with her knees tucked to her chin. Finger’s trembled lightly as they clutched the thin, dirty cloth of the blue dress. It was clear she was not eating right and sleep had evaded her nights.

The darkness was as thick as midnight inside the stables while the girl struggled to breath. Life had twisted before milky grey eyes that dripped tears down Ever’s cheeks. The reaction had gouged a longer and deeper hole in her too fragile heart. What she had feared became evidently clear. She was in love. The thought burned her chest and more tears choked back the sobs that had raked claws down her throat and left it sore.

Things weren’t suppose to be this way. It happened instantaneously as love often did, but what she felt now was something that felt like death. Her head was swimming as if in the tears she had shed. One might have claimed she had none left, but the silver girl had proved them wrong long ago.

It was her fault, all of it. Every inch, every sound, every word. The last time the female had felt this felling was when her mother had died before her eyes. With just that single, harmless memory the world came crashing down on her pretty little shoulders. Her maw opened in a silent plea for help as she looked up into the faint light filtering from the crack in the planks. Chest raw with pain, she placed her head back under her arms, sobs being the only sound amongst the building.

But it wasn’t over yet. A velvet muzzle ruffled the red curls upon her head that had grown sustainably long. She looked up, her face like crumpled paper. He was so beautiful; her golden sun in the time of darkness. Flicking his ears, the stallion lipped her cheek, wiping away what tears that had failed to trail to her chin. She pressed her nose into the white splash of fur upon his forehead so hard that his scent burned her nose.

Months had passed before she had found the haflinger. Trekking the mountains and hills had certainly taken its toll on the girl but it had been worth it. Finding her companion (more like her guardian) had made these weeks slightly more bearable. The stallion had not left her side since the day they met, convincing himself that she would get herself in trouble without his guidance. Now he hovered over her, black eye’s dim in the darkness while they searched her face for any kind of response.

Niro Takekuro · 08-27-2010, 08:25 PM

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Niro’s mind was in an uproar, he’d so much on his mind that he didn’t know what to do with it. He couldn’t do anything to get his mind off of anything, well not much. He groaned as Marahute jumped on Niro’s muzzle, her weight was heavy and he could barely lift his head up. She stared at him with one eye. Then flapping her wings she made him start and pull his head right from under her. She seemed to think he’d been laying around for too long, but what could he do, two of his four paws were hurt, he couldn’t feel the front one as much as he could feel his back, although the amputated toe hurt from time to time as he moved it or his bandages were changed. He’d been laying on the porch as he had been for a while now… he looked at his eagle who was now moving to and from the porch and the gate… thinking of her made him think of his red tail, that poor bird had been in his cage for a while. That made Niro move. He couldn’t whistle, not in this form. He’d find a way to get the bird around, Tobias probably hated him right now. He slowly got up. He was glad it was early in the day, because it would take a while to get to the stables. His front paw hurt quite a bit with pressure, but he was able to limp easily enough as he walked, his broken hind leg sticking up off the ground, as he hobbled towards the stables. Marahute was flying over Niro, watching over him. He wished he could race the bird now. She’d gotten so good at flying, and she was so fast! He wanted to see how much faster at flying she was than him at running. That wasn’t going to happen for a while. He knew he looked schlep to anyone who passed him by, but he cared little about it as he dragged his depressed body to the stables.

It had taken him quite some time before he went through the stable doors, a trip he cared little to repeat by mouth, and probably would spend the night in the stables. The stables hadn’t changed one bit, he moved to where the cage was, near a corner that he’d cleared out so long ago to fit the cage, it had the blanket over it, and Niro was afraid to even pull it off, afraid of seeing a dead hawk, even though he had made sure to ask someone to look after him every day. He took a deep breath and pulled the blanket off, and then he was hounded by a storm of hawk cries as Tobias squawked at him indignantly, very much hating Niro right now. Niro was afraid he couldn’t let the hawk out… not in the mood that he was in now. Then his ears heard something nearby, and he turned his attention. He heard sniffling, he looked to where he’d heard it and saw the horse first, it was obvious to spot him from his coloring of a white mane and tail, and brownish gold coat. Then he saw the neck and followed it to see Ever laying near the hay. Niro folded his ears back, he could hear the little “tink” as his earrings pressed together, something he was getting used to hearing thes days…

Ever? Are you alright?

He asked, limping over to her, hoping he wasn’t being rude and intruding on something he wasn’t supposed to. She looked worse for wear, probably worse than he did now and he was only injured, he wondered what happened to her that she looked near death.

Ever Mayawyn · 08-28-2010, 01:58 AM

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Everything is fine, accept that Saphraine has a palomino (gold) coat but it’s all good.

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She didn’t look up as the doors slid open and grayish light poured in. Not a flinch at the sound of the bird, or a glance when Niro approached her. The girl stayed silent, her eyes glazed and staring into oblivion. She felt as if she were too weak to speak, as if her voice was nothing of the importance. Her mind worked over the quick scene that folded before her; unsure whether it was a dream or not. Niro had not yet seen her in the optime form she lay depressed in, but the thought never occured. But Niro’s scent filled her nose though her eyes, blurred with tears, and once again failed to conjure up the forms in front of her. She was seeing shapes throughout the stables, thin outlines of unimportant tools. Even the air was dark, for she had been in the dense building for ages. It seemed to shy away from the light and gather in the dark corners the female wished she could move to.

Her hands quivered towards the ground until her finger tips touched it. But she didn’t look down. The cold stone floor was slightly damp and layered in loose straw pieces. Letting out a shaky breath, the girl turned her head to Niro, the first movement of life she had dared to proceed with. Her mind had failed her, again and again with the same pictures but nothing else. Saphraine nickered to her, his sweet breath against her ears. His nostrils flared as he glanced at Niro, unaware of their weak friendship.

She couldn’t meet his eyes, none of the males that gathered around her. Her fingers unclenched the filthy fabric and she sucked in a sharper breath. The joints in her hands actually hurt. They were sore from tireless hours of being crumpled and twisted in the cloth. Ever wanted to speak, but she couldn’t try. Already sobs were forming in her throat that felt like a wolf had clawed the flesh from. She had not drunk in days … weeks. The thought of it made her sick. Did she want to die? Maybe, but he was still alive … even if he wanted to part of her.

The female bared her teeth inside her mouth, ripping apart the thin skin. Fingers uncounciously clenched again and her head bowed back into the darkness. She wasn’t ready to think past the dark cloud in her mind. If she would have been more conscious it would have hurt her to ignore her friend like so, but she felt nothing now. No emotions would ever come to her again.

Niro Takekuro · 08-29-2010, 10:35 AM

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He could tell something was utterly wrong with her. She barely moved or acknowledged him when he came up, the big horse in front of him did though, he laid his ears back slightly, but didn’t show teeth. He learned from Heath that he had to show who was the boss, and just because he was injure and more than likely incapable of fighting he wasn’t going to put up with anything the horse had to give him.

Oh quiet I’m here to make sure she’s ok.

He said, his voice was harsh, but not angry. He knew the tones in his voice was all that mattered to the horses. He turned to Ever, she seemed to have been laying there for some time. What had caused her to do this to herself? He could see she had dry cracked lips, and looked around, outside was a small bucket with rain water in it… it was dirty, but well sometimes even he didn’t care if it was extremely clean, he moved to it and nosed it… it was harder work than he thought, but he was able to get the small bit or rainwater to her. He so wished he could change right now. He’d be able to give her water, no to mention comfort her in whatever was ailing her.

Please drink some? You look dry.

He said as Marahute flew over to see what the commotion was as well as to belatedly protect her wolf master. The same questions kept going through his head, but right now he knew he had to get her to drink something, and possibly find something for her to eat. He had nothing on him like he normally did, his belt was back in his room, he could wear it still, but it was bulky and he lay most of the time which the belt would make it all the more uncomfortable. Surely nothing as bad as he’d experienced happened to her? He looked her over, sniffing her but couldn’t find any very bad injuries, on the outside at least.

Ever Mayawyn · 08-30-2010, 02:56 AM

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His voice was something that had not broken her silence for weeks. It made her ears twitch, although her face was shielded by shadows. The stallion snorted in surprise, clearly pleased to see his companion break her statue pose. He looked at Niro with more respect, beautiful dark eyes pleading him to do more.

The bucket was filthy, including the water, but Ever couldn’t tell in the shade behind her arms. Her tongue was desperately dry and her throat screamed in persistence as the female turned her head away, laying it on her farthest arm. Tears streamed from her dull aqua eyes and into her mangled fur. She wasn’t ready to be mended; this was the first time she had actually let her dark side show through. Losing her mother was enough for her to handle when she was young but now … when her lover didn’t want her. Life was confusing.

But she couldn’t keep it up forever. The girl was exhausted and by now, she looked near death, her eyes shedding more water than she had in her body. She longed to go home, to Luneberg and find her adopted parents waiting for her. But she didn’t know if anyone was worried about her. Ever didn’t stay in one place for too long, but the emotional crevice the female had created trapped her like a cage. She needed help, but help was not something she would give into lightly.

So she tried, truthfully this time. Her hand shook as she raised it to Sapraine’s muzzle. He breathed in her scent like the smell of fresh spring grass, drunk with pleasure, and pushed against her weak hand. It was an admirable action. The girl sobbed silently now, looking at the horse with fiery love. Then she turned her head. Niro looked bad, and she was surprised she had not smelled the blood that reddened his bandages. But she did not show it, her face a desperately thick wall of woe.

The light seeping through the door told her something was waiting for her. Something she needed. But it wasn’t enough to lift her spirits. The sight of light burned her grey heart and was harsh against her sensitive eyes. Ever stared on outside, longing hunching her body. But she ripped her head away, a movement to quick and sent her head spinning. The silver girl ducked her head back under her arms.

“Niro, I need your help.”

The sound of her voice even stunned the young wolf. It was raspy and weak, hesitant but dry, hardly any emotion behind the words muffled by her arm. She couldn’t recognize the sweet, melody that normally flowed words from her maw, replaced by the retched sound of wood against rock. The statement hurt, even, scraping against her raw throat. But still, the female didn’t think she could stomach water at the moment. Her throat was burning and her eyes watered again with tears, the pain unbearable.

Niro Takekuro · 08-31-2010, 09:19 PM

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Niro felt helpless as he could only watch her, he couldn’t help her up, he couldn’t do anything, he was starting to feel hopeless again, but he bit his lip, he’d gotten her to move, it seemed she hadn’t done that in a long time, even the horse was quite impressed by it. Niro swallowed hard wondering what could have happened that Ever would deprive herself of the things she needed the most. Her words were cracked and hoarse with disuse and dehydration, and he could feel her pain from talking. But he had to know what was wrong, he had to help her, not because she said she needed him, but because he didn’t want to see a fellow pack member in this kind of state. He could never turn his back to someone in need.

I’m here, I’ll do everything that I can to help you. What do you need?

He asked, forgetting about his own pain now, forgetting he was suppose to keep his own back leg off the ground and that he shouldn’t walk or put too much pressure on his front leg for long periods of time. He didn’t even notice that the bandage on his front foot had bled through. He was all ears to Ever at that moment, and he would stay that way until she came to her own senses.

Ever Mayawyn · 09-01-2010, 10:20 PM

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A little more information on her situation.

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She was beginning to feel the whole thing was irrelevant. Having caught her pack mate’s attention, her old self was creeping back like a spider. Why should she feel sorry for herself? Heart ripped in to pieces, eyes never dry. This was the reaction to death … not the loss she as feeling. But was it a loss?

The thought never ceased to occur until now. Was Ezra right for her? But even as she over thought her love; his eyes, his frame, her bottle of sunshine. So many interpretations for the wolf she craved. The wolf she desperately had to have her own. Though his reaction, it shook her to her tail tip and made her heart beat so hard it leapt to her throat. She couldn’t face him now, not anyone, Ever thought her mind reeling to Niro. Again, abruptly, the need to be alone pressed on the girl like the weight of the mountains.

Together, they would never share a dance, a kiss, things the young female had never experienced. He was trapped in his lupus form forever while she lived freely on two legs. The thoughts brought fresh tears to Ever’s eyes and she didn’t stop them from trailing down her cheeks, now glistening with water.

Her stomach flipped and the feeling of socialization or eating or drinking didn’t seize to make her feel sick. All she felt like doing right now was sitting until eternity was over. But she couldn’t do that. The silver girl swiped her tongue across her muzzle before she began.

“I … feel so lost.”

Ever said truthfully without lifting her head. Her voice was still raspy and burned as it vibrated through her throat, but in an odd sensation, it felt nice to speak. She hadn’t even spoken to Raine though he had been with her every second. The warm feeling of the stable flowed through her mouth when she opened it, making the wolf’s eyes close with pleasance. Already, the smell of blood was thick in the air from Niro’s injury but Ever didn’t mind. Anything to get her mind off her sore heart.

Niro Takekuro · 09-03-2010, 07:37 AM

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Niro could now feel his body complain to him. He was exherting himself, ad it didn’t like it. He sat down starting to feel dizzy himself. He kept his attention on Ever though. He wanted to help her, he was feeling helpless right now, if only he could do something to make her better.

You have a pack that cares for you. We are all one, and when one of our kind is down, so are we. Let me help you.

He said, hearing her words. She may have been lost, but she had a whole pack behind her that would do what they could do for her, just as she should do the same for her own pack. That’s what Niro had learned from the time he was here. Now was his turn to give to the pack, at least one of the pack, right now he could do little but listen although he learned that talking helped in itself. He’d talked to his sister about his misdeeds… even though she laughed her tail off, so he felt horrible about that, and he’d found Amaranth, who had been ravaged by a wolf. Niro’s hair bristled at the thought of it. He hoped Ever would open up a little, He wanted her to feel better so she can get back on the track to recovery. By the looks of it, she had a lot to do before she would be herself again.

Ever Mayawyn · 09-08-2010, 06:51 PM

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“No, I cannot stand I am too weak, it is hard to do much, even speak.”

The silver girl nearly screeched, but the words came out a strangled whisper past her burning throat. She didn’t want to stand, nor did she think she could. But even in her wary state she did not miss the discomfort in her pack mate’s position. By now his bandages were soaked through and crimson red with blood. The female pitied him, her lifeless gaze trailing slowly to his face. He was staring at her clearly and she began to pant. Something about the way his gaze looked at her, his face contorted with pain and concern. It reminded her of him.

Ever looked down to her lap, fresh tears streaming down her chin. She took in a shaky breath and ripped a strip of blue fabric from her dirty dress as if out of anger. The shred was as clean and richly blue as she could find.

“You are injured, not even I can ignore your pain.”

Her voice was gentle, yet still rasped slightly like sand on sea rock. Very gentle, nimble black fingers peeled back the soiled wrappings. She could not identify the damage past the matting of blood but Ever was grateful to find something to occupy her mind. Tears still clung to her cheeks, fresh and translucent, hoping Niro wouldn’t mind her tending. The girl rewrapped the white wolf’s paw with the dress fabric as carefully as she had unwrapped it. Her hands moved mechanically, as if she had done the wrapping a thousand times and it had become a habit. Tearing another shred of cloth, Ever wiped away the tears on her face; something she wasn’t capable of doing until now. Double wrapping her friends gash, the hybrid was slightly pleased to see the fabric held.

The smell of blood was already fading when a strong fall wind washed through the barn and brought the promise of rain, washing away the rest of the strong odor of injury. Ever layed back against the hay stack again, bringing forth a cloud of dust into the air. Her head lolled away from the male, the movement’s of her act already exhausting.

Niro Takekuro · 09-11-2010, 12:22 PM

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He wondered if she was hearing him wrong as well, or just taking him to literal, he shook his head, and gave her a tiny reassuring smile, something to let her know he understood her feeling at the moment, and that he only corrected her because he didn’t want her to hurt herself. He knew how weak she must be.

I didn’t mean for you to actually get up, I meant for you to get better, and not right now either, but we want to help you get better now.

Now he wasn’t sure what he was trying to say he could feel the pain in his foot more now and he cringed.even her attention seemed to be turned to it and it seemed to get her mind off of whatever it was that was ailing her. He was thankful for her help although he hated having to let someone else tend to him. But as he couldn’t do it himself, he had to let someone else do it. He watched her silently, as she had used the fabric she had held in her hand, he’d no idea what it was, but it made him feel bad she had to use it.

Thank you, that does feel better, I must have walked a little too far today, but I had to see Tobias, and well now you. Please, is there anything I can do for you? Even if it is being just a pair of ears?

He asked, conscerned for her wellbeing, and he tried to think of what he could do, he had little luck with the water it seemed she was well enough to care about the dirtiness of it, if only he was hunting in his lupine form. He did not smile though, it was hard for him to, even though he had brought his mind to what had brought him to his state out to others, he just couldn’t shake that he was a terrible wolf.

Ever Mayawyn · 09-15-2010, 09:54 PM

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Sorry for the wait

Her sleek face never changed these days. The frown painted delicately on her maw seemed too dark for her incandescent moods. She was feeling sick again, sick of herself and what she had become. Shades of gray like stormy clouds reflected in her eyes as dull as still water. The light from outside was pale and cold but her heart reached for it with wavering hope that had been lost among the jumble of emotions.

“Walking is what I believe I need whether I am able to or not.”

Ever said, fitfully turning back around to face the white wolf. Her legs were cramped and piercing with lack of use. But she couldn’t face the outside world alone.

“Come with me Niro, help me I will help you. Come with me.”

Her voice was young with ambitions, eye’s flickered fiercely before dying out again. They would run away from it all, just for a little bit. She could take care of him. She had no doubt, even in her state. All that mattered now was getting out of the crevice she had carved in her gloom and filled with endless darkness. Everything seemed to be outlined with shadows.

Together they could be safe. Perhaps they would ride to Lunenberg and into the house she had missed unconsciously. Or wander the hills of Miracles. But both couldn’t go on without constant rests. Ever would make sure Niro could make it with her. She wasn’t asking him to run away with her, but just to get away. The yearn to need someone hurt like an injury now.

Niro Takekuro · 09-18-2010, 12:27 PM

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Niro listened to her, feeling a little weaker now, he couldn’t stand much and his paw felt tender now that the amputated toe had opened again. When she mentioned him going with her, his heart fell, if he went with her he would surely collapse of the pain, or exhaustion from exherting himself so much already. If he refused, she’d be just as miserable, well he was sure if something happened to him she would be able to get Alaine at least. He nodded, picking himself back up. Marahute didn’t seem to like his actions but he couldn’t help it. He looked at Tobias’ cage, he’d do with some fresh air too, so he wouldn’t ask her to cover his cage, he turned to the closest door, and took a step to it, looking back at Ever.

Where is it we are going?

He asked, if they were going for just a walk he might head her over to the hotel, where there was some dried meat, at least in his new room that his sister had given him… the one that he couldn’t get to without help… but he knew there was food there, and clean water as well, so if she wasn’t sure he’d know, she needed nourishment and he needed rest as soon as possible, and doing that he though would be best of both worlds, but it was all entirely up to Ever who seemed determined to actually go somewhere far away, which he wouldn’t ever be able to do until he healed… if he ever healed. It felt like it was taking too long, even though it really hadn’t been all that long… he just wished he could change, it was killing him to not be able to train, as it seemed she was being hurt from the inside as well. He still had no idea what was wrong and why she was this way, but it didn’t matter if he knew or not. What mattered was that she got better.

Ever Mayawyn · 09-27-2010, 09:45 PM

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It was difficult to think past the dark wall that had surrounded the young girl’s mind. As soon as she stood, her mind whirled. Her legs locked immediately and she fell backward onto the hay stack, sending a flurry of dust. She held her head between her knees and swallowed to hold what little she had in her stomach from coming up. Suddenly, the idea of walking frightened her. With a knowing feeling, Ever wavered on the edge of whether she would be able to even stand or not.

A soft muzzle nudged her hand which had been planted firmly on the wall for balance. She could sense he wanted to help. But was it too soon? The silver girl had never rode her companion for the wild flame in him and the special connection between them was too strong. They hadn’t been ready. Though now was different. She needed to step outside into the cruel world she had thoroughly abandoned for her dark hole.

With an abrupt, dim spark of courage, Ever thrust herself from the wall and landed squarely on Saphraine’s neck. He moved not an inch. She wanted to pat him. Let him know how grateful she was for his warmth and stability she lacked. But there was an tremor of chaos inside her head causing it to throb. For a moment the girl thought she was going to be sick, but the feeling passed after a moment.

Taking one confident step forward, Ever sought out where a nice relaxing place would be.

“The river?”

The question was embarrassingly strangled as the young wolf struggled with the pain in her limbs. It was clear by the feeling of her throat that she needed water. Now that her poorly shaped body was halfway out of the darkness, she could think clearly.

“Anywhere you would like to go then.”

Even though she was in a state where she could barely take care of her own self, Ever was ready to see to Niro. The pain and anxiety in his eyes was difficult to ignore.

Taking a couple more stiff steps, Ever placed most of her weight along the withers and back of her golden stallion. He walked without space between him and his companion, keeping her pace with care. Together they reached the stable door. Light pooled in from the small opening in the door and flickered around their paws and hooves.

Niro Takekuro · 09-29-2010, 09:12 PM

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Niro watched as she got up, feeling helpless as she soon found it too hard to walk on her own. Niro was actually feeling worse for her as she sat back down already tired from the movement. Even though he didn’t even know what brought her to this particular experience. He felt his heart sink when she mentioned the river, he feared he would not have the strength to go to the river, but then… he might not even make it back to the hotel… he’d managed ot get around it the first time, they’d have to again as well on his way back to the hotel. But he heard her change her mind, he looked at her and smiled weakly.

we can stop at the river, and then possibly move to the hotel, I know there’s food there, and comfortable spots and you don’t have to be alone there, and stay there till you are healed.

He said as he watched her once again get up, but this time she leaned on her horse and moved to the light by the stable doors.Niro followed her, feeling he’d at least gotten to her enough to where she knew sitting and weeping wasn’t getting her anywhere but a sore bottom and wet fur.

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