The truth we bury..

Malachi · 03-04-2011, 12:51 AM

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Backdated to Feb. 20th if that's okay? <3 Poor Mala is holed up in her cave XD

It had been dark and cool for several days and nights, it seemed, even after the snowstorm of the earlier days had disappeared. Snow was still evident, perhaps even showing signs of melting under the bright sun, but the trees of the land didn't even promise that. The earth shivered, dark and cool under the even piles of snow that formed around even the largest of trees, boulders, and even the partially covered cave which lay a very quiet soul.

The shaggy beast's breath was still, the mist that surrounded from her black nose evidence that the creature was alive. Large fur was damp and clung to the animal's large body in the dark recesses of the cave, where she took shelter from the weather - at first. With the recent events a few moons ago that left its mark on the creature's neck and back right leg, the cave then became a place she hardly left. The large female became a mole, in a sense, only leaving the safe, stone walls for essential things, and nothing more.

A part of Malachi wished she had hibernated since winter began. But her nature drove her to stay awake, to wander about, to only find shelter if storms hit. Honey eye opened, finding that sleep would not come that late afternoon - despite the darkness of the forest that could have fooled anyone into thinking it was night time. Like the moon that would soon rise in the sky, the female's giant head rose a few inches from the ground, nose wriggling with a strange scent or two. Beads around the creature's neck made a small noise in protest, but then fell in silence again, unable to hide the small, fresh pink scars that started there. The unfamiliar scents disappeared with a howling wind, making the forest before the creature even more eerie, but the indifference marked on her visage proved otherwise.

Mala did not want to move, did not care to. She wanted to close her eyes and beg for sleep to come, but all she could see instead were the sharp fangs of attacking wolves, the sting of their claws digging into her flesh. Presently she winced, uncertain of what to think. The female was glad to have run into an unknown female that was able to cure her, keep her safe despite Mala's wariness, until she gathered the strength to make her way back to the rocky den. Ever since that day, she hardly left its confines, always pondering why they attacked her.

She knew her parents would have been disappointed, her being a stranger and entering lands that belonged to other wolves, and Malachi should have known better. Still, by the anger on the black wolves faces and their aggression towards the shaggy female hinted something else that she herself didn't know about. Feeling burdened by sadness and confusion, the creature closed her eyes again and exhaled deeply, settling her head back down and stirring loose dust to trail towards the mouth of the cave, and disappearing into the wind.

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Skye Collins · 03-06-2011, 12:03 AM

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sorry for the delay! <3

Ever since the storm, Skye had been concerned for her pack - her family. The artsy, misfit pack had led her to find her purpose in life, and she vowed to help it all she could. But now that the aftermath of the storm was mostly cleaned up, Skye had one other thing to do; she had to check up on an old friend, Malachi the bear.

She followed the route to where the bear usually went, but Malachi's scent wasn't there - that was strange. In fact, Skye didn't remember seeing Malachi at all during or even after the storm. Worry for her friend grew stronger, and Skye couldn't help but wondering if Malachi had been hurt. If she had, Skye wouldn't be able to forgive herself - Malachi may not be part of her pack, but she was still family all the same, and the first friend she had ever made in Souls. She owed a lot to Malachi, and now...now, she felt that she had let her down.

As Skye trod the familiar forests, the bear scent picked up; it was Malachi's. Overwhelmed with relief, Skye followed it at a brisk pace, black wet nose snuffling out the warm smell of her friend. Indeed, it lead towards her cave, and Skye didn't hesitate in pushing through the bracken to enter Malachi's home.

The bear was in her cave, and immediately Skye sensed something wrong. Her friend was sprawled out on the floor, and the air had the tang of sadness and unhappiness in the air. Skye approached her friend slowly, wondering what was the matter; then, the bear let out an enormous sigh, letting out enough air from her large nostrils to stir up dust in the cave. "Ma..Mala?" Skye asked tentatively. "Are...you okay?"

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Malachi · 03-06-2011, 12:46 PM

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Short, posting before I take my dad to the airport.

Though the beast's eyes were closed, all senses were mildly alert. As with every year that passed, the looks of the weather from the half-covered mouth of the cave indicated that winter would soon disappear. Mother Earth had her cycles, and prepared her children well before the cold season set in. And soon, she would give birth to new life, and rejuvenate the world - and hopefully the chocolate female's spirits.

The strange smells returned to the large female's snout, and it wriggled absentmindedly. Rounded ears twitched slowly, for with the scents came sounds. But Malachi presently did not have the strength, or will, to be aggressive that late afternoon. She hoped her mass and guttural sounds would be enough to scare away any predator. The sound rose from her injured throat as soon as the sounds drew near, but oddly enough, the smell on the wind told her she did not have to be wary.

Honey eyes peered up at a familiar figure of red hair and pure white fur, and immediately the shaggy creature's muscles relaxed again. Head rose slightly from between massive paws, blinking into the dim light at what appeared to be Skye - her friend. Her first friend. "Skye..?" Mala whispered quietly, as if any louder a noise would upset her healing throat. The thought alone made her face scrunch up in a wince, and in return to the white female's question - the memories returned, and the beast's eyes closed again.

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Skye Collins · 04-03-2011, 01:54 PM

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ahmahgah so sorry for the wait T-T

"Malachi, what happened?!" Skye asked, panicking. Her friend had opened her eyes for only a moment before closing them again, and she assumed that she was in pain. The creamy-white wolf rushed to her friend's side and laid a hand on her, hoping that she didn't hurt her more than she already was - she couldn't believe how much her friend had changed in the little time that she had seen her. What had happened, and was she alright?

"Who did this to you?! I ought to..." Rage swept over concern - what beast would do this to the peaceful Malachi, who would never hurt anyone? From the day that Skye met her, from the very first day that Skye met her first friend in Souls, she had known that she was kind and wouldn't hurt a fly. So why would someone hurt her instead? Perhaps she had trespassed...? Skye knew that some wolves were very wary of trespassers - Skye didn't have the mentality of that much harshness, but she knew how Shawchert got when he saw someone that trespassed.

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Malachi · 04-04-2011, 06:48 PM

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It's okee! :3 Mala needs a bear-hug all her own.

In the shaggy female's mind, she was contemplating how to tell her incoming friend all that had happened a few moons ago. It only felt like a day, however, as Malachi's body felt not only heavy from the stored winter fat, but of the physical pain and the grief that shortly followed. The beast's breathing was shallow, face contorted in silent thought. Chocolate and cream body jerked a bit violently in reaction to the touch from the other wolf, not having been in any friendly, physical contact since before the incident.

There was much that Mala wanted to ask of her friend. How she was, how the new pack was doing, and any news she might know of Shawchert, and Orin. The grizzled creature missed them dearly, but since the attack she could not bring herself to leave her cave, let alone travel farther up north towards Cercatori. A long, heavy sigh blew out from her cream colored muzzle, and Mala's green-tinted orbs opened once again, looking up at her friend. "It's.. good to see you.." She managed a small smile, but it was weak... and soon disappeared altogether.

"Crimson Dreams," came the hoarse whisper. "I- it isn't their fault. I trespassed," the shaggy female continued, eyes glazing over. "I was only.. looking for a friend.. Denali. Instead, his mother came... and the pack.." A small 'hnnnggg' vibrated out of the female's scarred throat, her body reacting to the distress of the entire situation. "They attacked.. but they... didn't stop..." The statement bothered Malachi ever since she had the strength to return back to her cave to recover from her injuries. Why.. why did they keep attacking her? Had Denali and that female on the horse not stepped in--

Malachi closed her eyes again, feeling the wetness begin to soak into her fur. "Wh-why didn't they stop, Skye?" She managed to choke out, refusing to move.

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