Memories Memories, who needs um

Saluce Tremblay · 02-08-2011, 09:52 PM

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OOC.

This is really open to any of the Conor,Bris clan, who currently owe rent I must say!, good thing he can't remember!

A soft ocean breeze, the light chirping of birds and the summer sun beat down upon the beach with an imposing magnitude that certainly was unmatched by any of mans creations. Soft traces of lilac, and rose bushes carried upon the breeze tickled the nose, continuing to perpetrate the reality of the dream. The unconscious mind left to its own devices sometimes can revert back to a save point, to help save the mind from recent trauma. None of this was apparent to the dark gray behemoth, the bandage around his head or more alarming the fact his memories would fail him as soon as he would wake. But for now he dreamed of the Normandy coast, the depictions in his mind probably not accurate visions, but still it embodied what little he remembered of there.

A shadowy figure seemed to fall upon the serene scene with a thud, the color and vibrancy of the picture fading as the grays and blacks filled in. Everything stopped, even the ocean was stopped mid break, water droplets hanging in the open mouth of the wave. Only the dark figure remained moving, slowly like a coming storm did they come forward, never revealing themselves to the observer, masked in a cloud of despair? The voice rang out with a long ago forgotten cadence, the language French. A suddenly terrible truth dawned on the observer; they couldn’t remember what their father looked like. This figure spoke with what they believed to be his voice but even that was up for debate. The voice continued urging, growing in intensity.

”Saluce! Se réveiller” (Awaken) the words clearly heard and the gray behemoths eyes suddenly flicked open to reveal a sun lit room, the white of the snow reflecting the purity of white through the window and into his headache plagued mind. A hand quickly moved to shield his eyes from the light finding himself in unfamiliar surroundings, the scent of himself clang very thickly to the room but nothing else seemed familiar at all. His hand ran across the bandage across his head, explaining the possible reason for his current headache and bringing new questions to his mind. He finally rose up out of the bed confused and terrified all the same, wondering if he was some prisoner or worse. Saluce dared not think about it, what he tried to think on was recall the last few events he did remember.

The male did remember the trip across the ocean, but much after that became a fog. Faces flashed before his eyes and he couldn’t make a single bit of a sense from it, one Lilac eye’d male, a curiously colored black and white female, a young green eye’d male, and many others. He couldn’t piece together any of it, and it was driving him crazy. Finally he found he had enough and his frame moved out of bed, down the stairs and to his utter terror he realized he wasn’t alone in this home, more so apparently there were several others living here, he didn’t see them but their scents where intermingled all over the place. Then the terrifying thought crossed his mind, what if he couldn’t remember them, if they where people he had cared for, what would happen when the realized he didn’t remember them.

Conor Soul · 02-15-2011, 01:39 PM

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Hey there!

These had indeed been dramatic days. Basically chilling out downstairs, thoughts roamed through the alpha’s head. What the Soul male wanted most of all was to sit and keep an eye on the injured man upstairs, but his condition was stable and he would feel like a true invader if he kept hovering above Saluce’s unconscious form every hour of the day. The group was temporarily settled downstairs, though there was not much of a conversation going on between the members. Conor’s mood was sombre, perhaps gloomier than it had been in a while, if one excluded these last days with the sour blizzard ruining the home he and Alexey had found. It made his chest ache to know that his house was partly destroyed, for there were so many memories stored within its shell.

Ears stood attention on top of auburn features as sounds from the stairs reached him. Getting up from his seat in the living room, the young leader immediately turned the course to the hallway, where he moments later could lay his eyes on the dark gray Saluce Tremblay. The corners of the alpha’s lips drew downwards slightly, because he couldn’t have the male running around. ”Saluce,” the name was spoken with a good portion of relief, for at least he was awake now. ”You shouldn’t be up walking in your current condition,” voice turned slightly sharp, but there was care behind the words, and soft lilac remained relieved. ”How do you feel?”

Saluce Tremblay · 02-16-2011, 09:30 PM

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hello Libri

And as if on cue his ears heard the drum beats of approaching footsteps. Was this even his own home? Had some poor sap taken him in and now he owed them something? For a moment he wondered what he should do. It was too difficult; thinking made the pounding worse and for one of the first times since being In Dahlia his look was one of fear. The voice that greeted him brought no bell ring, no instant recognition of the person who spoke and as he feared the face brought no name to mind. Blue orbs looked at the man as he tried desperately to find something he could cling to. Some hint or writing on the wall that would tell him who he was.

This undisclosed individual spoke as if he knew him, and spoke with authority in his tone. All things that where noticed but brought nothing to mind. Saluce tried to keep it together, to not look like an idiot, tried to act as if he knew him but nothing could save him. If pressed the evidence would be easily seen.

“I’m sorry but I can’t sleep any longer” was his shaky reply. For now he couldn’t come up with anything else to explain his misstep. Parhaps he should have went back up the stairs and to bed, to save face and hope maybe after awhile this problem would fix itself. But bed and lying down and sleep weren’t what he wanted, and he doubted he could if he wanted too. His body ached with boundless energy, and the urge to move about, occupy himself, to do something was all too seductive.

Conor Soul · 03-02-2011, 05:33 AM

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Apologies for the late reply, I had forgotten to add this thread to my post log.

Lavender orbs changed; turned from relief to open suspicion, though the leader knew not yet what which question was rising inside his mind. Saluce almost seemed. Well, he could not say that the man looked clearly lost, but it seemed there was something wrong. He apologized and said that he could not sleep any longer, and Conor’s smile appeared again, having disappeared for only a moment as he had witnessed the change in his friend’s face. Well, the man had had a long rest, and Conor could understand the inability to remain in the sickbed. But it was not yet time to return to an ordinary day.

”I see,” the golden man replied, gesticulating with his hand to get the male to step closer. He did not know how much strength the behemoth possessed at the moment. ”Are you hungry?” he asked, wondering if he should go and prepare something for the other. It was important for the other to get rest and nutrition, but first the healer wanted to investigate the injuries that were being treated. ”I’m glad you’re awake,” Conor added, genuine tones of care carrying the words. The two of them had their differences, but Conor considered them good friends nevertheless. Saluce was a powerful ally well worth of his alpha’s respect.

Saluce Tremblay · 03-14-2011, 10:49 PM

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Sorry for the shortness, and couldn't resist teh gay"

For now it seemed as he processed the replies he was saved, and the façade could be kept well in front of him. A hand motioned for him to come close and for a moment he considered the options he had, and not many came to mind. So he approached him with a bit of hesitation that hinted at a slight bit of suspicion. Hungry, yeah he was famished and the prospect of having someone take care of him was almost insulting, but he gathered that hunting was out of the question. Especially if he couldn’t remember any landmarks.

“Yeah I’m starving” he said quietly, trying to still remain impartial and keep the illusion of normalcy in his actions, even if he couldn’t remember what normal was for him anymore. Then suddenly a thought occurred to him. Why would a male be watching over him, had he gone gay? Had he traded in the delights of females for a guy? What the fuck was wrong with him? that thought alone was almost to absurd to process but it still crossed his mind. And he was instantly fretting over it, before he occupied his mind looking around the home he now was quite easily trapped in for the time being, with people he didn’t remember and a head that was thumping with each heart beat.

Conor Soul · 03-18-2011, 01:16 PM

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Something was wrong with the man before him. Why did Saluce hesitate when he stepped towards his good friend? But Conor’s mind was quick at finding excuses to avoid having to deal with more than he had to. The man was injured and was in a generally horrible shape. Of course he was slightly disoriented and .. sceptical? Lavender travelled away, perhaps afraid of finding answers he did not want to face. Saluce seemed well positive to the thought of a meal, and so that was what he would get. Perhaps he would be more of his old self again after having quenched his hunger.

”All right,” the alpha muttered, slowly turning from his friend and moving towards the kitchen where leftover meat from one of the traps rested. Did the other prefer it raw or prepared in some way? Hunger was not picky according to Conor’s memories, so he merely returned with the bloody meat, nodding at a chair to silently suggest that the man should sit down. It was good to be up from the sick bed, but the healer was wary. Head injuries were difficult, he thought, for he did not know what possible damages Saluce’s brain had received, if any.

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