The rain will kill us all

Oran · 10-19-2010, 09:35 PM

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OOC here!

Oran liked it here. The air was just crisp and cool enough to make him work for breath, and the darkness pressed in on him from all sides. He'd gone deeper than any sane wolf would, until the entire world was pitch black and the entrance a dim light in the distance. The howls coming up from somewhere behind him gave him the thought that "they", whoever was watching him and following him, were trapped even deeper, unable to watch him any longer.

As such, he was almost completely at ease, but that didn't stop him from aching all over. The fight with the wolf in the claimed territories had banged him up pretty badly; he felt battered and bruised all over. But Oran had managed to retreat to this place, where he'd come when he first entered these lands, and hide away even from the ever-watching eyes. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, stretching his legs out in front of him.

Just from the way the air moved around him, he could tell he was in a small tunnel of sorts, and his theory was proven when his feet touched the wall across from him. He stretched one arm above his head, hissing slightly as his ribs protested, and felt for the curve in the wall above him. It was steep; that meant the tunnel's highest point would be somewhere above his head, should he stand in the middle.

It was good to know his surroundings, even blind. Oran didn't know how he knew what to feel for, or how to calculate the size; he felt it was something he'd known for a long time, and had only just recently needed to remember. Maybe that would be the way with all his memories.

Perhaps not.

Gaël morte dre Soul · 10-20-2010, 09:38 PM

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this kinda sucks, i'm sorry =/

He left for a few months. Why, he didn't know. That question couldn't be answered just like the ones he had carried before. He held a mystery, even to himself. Gaël was smart. He had the street smart, at least, to roam around as a loner. Though the thought of being completely alone besides the clothes he wore and the guitar he loved, wasn't something he liked to accept completely. Being independent was one thing, but a good chat and some company was another.

His turquoise eyes narrowed. The sun was slowly setting along the horizon. He'd soon have to find somewhere to settle for the night. Glancing, he spotted the cavern not far off. It would be an okay spot to rest for a moment. The first time he had come to Batons et Pierres he found himself in a village. His body still remembered where it was. He inhaled a breath before starting towards the cavern.

An anxious hand stretched forward, gripping the side of the cave as he took a quick look in. He wasn’t nervous about others being here, no, it was just if he could trust the actual place or not. Pulling himself up, he stepped into the caverns. This place didn’t seem as comforting as he hoped. A frown curled on his lips as he moved his right hand over the cold stone.

His ears perked, a howling sound echoed through the caves, immediately alerting him. Gaël hadn’t noticed his broad shoulders tensing until he glanced to the side. Shifting awkwardly, he relaxed and took a few daring steps into the darkness before him.

There was something interesting about the place, it lead him onwards, searching through only to find dead ends or sudden turns. A hand was always on the side of the wall. Being unable to see, he relied on his other senses. Luckily, they weren’t at all that dull. The morte dre Soul was comfortable for now.

He found himself closing his eyes, blinking them a few times before they were completely closed. Although, the gentle giant found it almost weird as if he was walking upon a mere cloud with no sense of direction instead of within a maze of a cavern.

The scent of another being caught his attention. His turquoise eyes flickered open, staring forward but seeing nothing. Perhaps this was what a blind man saw. If so, blind men and women just earned his respect. It was strange as if one had to fear anything that moved, anything they smelt or heard. His hand slowly inched along the side of the wall before the paused in his tracks. The smell of blood overwhelmed him.

Tightening his eyes, he strained to at least get some kind of glance at whoever – or whatever for that matter – was before him. The hybrid wished he had a match or even a lighter… anything would work. He’d see the face in front of him without worry. Or maybe he really shouldn’t even desire to know.

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Oran · 10-20-2010, 10:44 PM

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Hush you're fine. <3

Oran's breathing deepened as he sat there, calm and peaceful for the first time in...days. Weeks. Longer than that, he felt; had he ever been at peace? Truly calm and clear of mind? He didn't think he had. The muscles all along his back and sides seemed to melt, and he was left lying limply against the wall, one arm thrown over and around his head as he'd been too lazy to lower it again. He continued to listen to the howls, for a moment recognizing them for the wind they were, and was at peace.

The moment was broken by footsteps, and he was instantly on edge again, rolling into the middle of the tunnel and scuttling back as silently as he possibly could, barely making the sounds of sand scraping on rock that most would. Well, most wolves of normal mentality, that is. His eyes strained to see in the darkness, only catching the shifting of one shadow to another, and even that was mostly in his mind.

His ribs ached too much for him to do more than crouch there, the only sound his slightly heavy, uneven breathing. The footsteps had ceased; did that mean he'd been found? Had they come at last to finish him off? Baring his teeth slightly, he crouched more, wrapping one arm around his ribs. You won't take me alive. He growled, more out of habit than anything else, as he began backing slowly down the tunnel.

He hit a wall after a few steps, and pressed himself back, suddenly uncertain which direction the enemy was in. Or was he surrounded? Hissing slightly, he pressed tightly to the wall, his ears swiveling furiously on top of his head to catch any sign of where they were.

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