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Fore-Dated to the 16th.

Word Count → 531


Even a casual observer could tell you that Neela was in a bad way. The nightmares that she had suffered the last two days hed been especially harsh and had left Neela in a bad condition, somewhat similar to her condition upon first entering the pack.


Neela hadn’t cleaned herself beyond the extremes for days, hadn’t changed her bandages nor had she been eating properly and it showed. While her stomach bandaged were in decent condition, those wounds mostly healed, those on her arms were sodden with red on the side of the wound and even the fur around the bandaged was starting to get soaked with the foul liquid. Neela hadn’t washed in two days other than to clean herself of the vomit that was a regular reaction to her nightmares and it showed, her normally well kept fur was dirty and matted and up close the stink of vomit was strong on her breath.


Most worrying however was her physical condition. Neela hadn’t eaten beyond small meals for just over a weak and most of what she had eaten had been vomited up each night and it was beginning to show, the ridged shape of her ribs just starting to become visible through her fur. Most telling though was her face. Her amber eyes were bloodshot, shot through with small streaks of red and held unusually wide despite the swelling around her right eye. As Neela paced backwards and forwards she occasionally bared her teeth randomly, showing that those to the right were bloodstained as the small wounds inside her mouth repeatedly reopened.


Neela was currently taking a meandering path through the forest south of Westville, slowly but surely heading up towards her dock. Her sleep deprived mind had linked Ichika with her nightmares and was convinced that if she could get off the territory that things would get better. As it was he was likely correct; spending even short times at sea for fishing had helped her in the past and her planned trip down to Halifax would likely do her a lot of good.


Still it would take a while for her to get to even that short term solution in her current condition. Unable to focus Neela was getting constantly distracted in her travels, and there was also the problem of her anger.


Neela was angry, Angry at what was happening to her, angry at her current condition, angry that it seemed to be caused by the place that she now loved. With her mind tired Neela's ability to control this anger was severely reduced and she was on a hair trigger at the moment.


This was demonstrated in short order as Neela accidentally brushed her wounded arm against a sapling. This sent a shot of pain running through her arm and caused Neela to whirl angrily on the tree, a roar of thoughtless rage leaving her lips as her good hand suddenly shot out lightening fast holding one of her fighting knives. The sharp blade made quick work of the juvenile tree and left Neela kneeling among the splinters, breathing heavily and trying to bury the growing rage that she was still feeling.

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Her fur had long ago dried out and yet the cold still rattled in her bones. Almost sucking the strength from her body. She continued to drape herself in the thick polar bear fur coat whenever she left the confines of her home, the luxurious fur adornment layered on top of her own full pelt and kept her in some semblance of warm. It would take a long while yet for Jace to truly eradicate the stain that rescuing Shiloh from the river had caused. The disruption to her life and almost at the cost of her own life. What drove her to leave the warm sanctuary of her house this time was again the persual of another pack member's life, the rekindlement of another fire that was burning too low for comfort. Things got around even in a pack such as Ichika and Jace had been made aware of Neela's failing condition, her slow deterioration into a generally unwell status.

As such she was well prepared for her visit, carrying with her a large wooden bucket that contained a haunch of a freshly caught deer as well as a few of the choicer cuts of liver and other organs that would help her recover. Within the leather skin bag that was slung across her shoulder were a variety of clothes and towels, and other assorted bits of material. As well as tools for easy fire making in the cold weather. Her cooking skin and some twine to make a sturdy tripod. A few rough cut utensils and two bowls made from wood that would make eating easier. The remaining space in her bag was stuffed with whatever bits and bobs Jace had thought to bring with her at the time. Her twisted her head as a loud angry yelling reached her ears and she subtly changed her direction of movement to better steer towards the sound, stepping through the foliage with apparent ease.

The sight of the angry female with her knife out didn't phase Jace in the least and she was quite calm as she approached the raging woman, extruding a sense of peace and quiet. to her surprise though the knives were released without her even having to say something about them, the silver metal flashing in the dim light before sinking into the snow.

"Come on now Neela. Time to get you home I think." She helped the collie woman struggle to her feet and in the process stealthily snatched up the discarded weapons and stored them away in her pack, she would find a safe place to hide them when they reached Neela's home. The stench of poor hygiene and vomit radiated from her in waves but she managed to hold her composure and not let her grimace show on her face. The last thing her friend needed was someone bitching at her about her smell, Jace was here to help not hinder. She steered the physically exhausted and emotionally drained woman the short trip back to her home. The trail she had left was pungent and strong, easy to follow.
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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor

Neela Garcia

And she's dancing like she's never danced before

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Word Count :: +565


The soft crunch of paws through snow met Neela's ear and a violent flinch went through the red-furred woman's body, her head shooting to one side and then the other in an attempt to try and find the approaching figure. A tri-coloured dog slowly came into her vision, Jace. The weight of the knife in Neela's hand suddenly felt like a lead weight strapped to her wrist and her hand shot outwards, the knife flying into the snow out of her reach followed shortly by its twin. Neela would not be hurting one of her friends not tonight, that small part of her mind the confused collie still had control of.


"G'way Jace." Neela muttered, her head dropping down to her knees, Neela didn’t want a friend seeing her in this state. Going to see Kiara had been a mistake, a drunken mistake to subject her friend to her. Evidently her uttering was either too quiet for Jace to hear or was ignored as the tri-coloured female quickly closed in on Neela and helped her to her feet, muttering assurances in her ear the whole way.


In what seemed like no time at all Neela was stumbling through the large window frame that served as the main entrance to her home. The firepit was cold and shreds of fabric were spread throughout the room, the remnants of pillows and blankets that hadn’t survived the last few weeks with Neela. As the two canines entered the house a curious hum greeted them from a partially blocked doorway to the right, where Grynn was peeking her head out of the door.


The falcon hovered between the door and the room for a second before moving up to hover above the door. Positioned so the falcon looked directly at Jace and let out a piercing screech, a fell noise filled with promises of pain for any who entered the room, the noise easily distinguishable to somebody who couldn’t understand the language such as Jace. This done the small bird moved forward, her wing skimming the top of Jace's head in a gesture too soft to be considered aggressive even to those unused to the falcon's body language.


Neela had broken free from Jace as the two entered the house and gone to collapse by the firepit, staring blindly into the empty firepit. The falcon landed on the dejected dogs shoulders and gabbled quickly in low speech but to low response. After a while the falcon gave Neela's ear fur a dejected tug before flapping over to Jace, landing on the woman's shoulder.


"Neela. Ill. Sleep-terrors." Grynn's voice was surprisingly scratchy and deep when made to use high speech, though it was fairly quiet considering the loud noises the small bird was capable of making. "Blankets." Grynn wasn't one for conversation in high speech and after stating the word she flew off, hovering by the door that lead to Neela's spare bedroom, a small converted bathroom filled with blankets and pillows.


The supplies pointed out Grynn returned to Jace's shoulder, within striking range should the canine get curious about Grynn's nest room but also able to help guide Jace around the house. On Jace's shoulder the little birds eyes stared determinedly at Jace, a silent demand for the woman to help Neela, Grynn assuming that the canine would have some way of fixing what was wrong with her friend.



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I wasn't long before they had arrived at Neela's residency but to Jace it seemed to take hours as she dragged along the emotionally hurt and broken woman. The house she came into was cold and empty and positively stunk of bad memories, hatred and bitterness it almost caused the hybrid to shiver. She was glad her strange son Honrin was not here to feel this overwhelming empty coldness that permeated the entire house, he was more sensitive to it than she was. It took a bit of fancy footwork to get them both through the unorthodox entrance way without Jace dropping either Neela or the things that she carried.


The remains of Neela's bed or what Jace assumed to be her bed hung in strips and tatters, useless for anything but kindling now. Neela removed herself from Jace's comforting arms and wove her way through her possessions to collapse by the dead fireplace. The soft hum of Grynn drew Jace's attention to her and the screech of warning was met with a nod, a wry grin shifting across her features, "You have my word, I will stay away from that room." Most likely the falcon didn't want a virtually unknown treading into her territory, as to the actual reason Jace didn't even have a guessing thought for it.


Her wing tip gently brushed the tanned fur atop of her head as she went to comfort her companion and Jace sighed as she released her hold upon the supplies she had brought and began to organize them to her liking. She straightened and turned as the sound of wing beats again filled the room and felt the Falcon's weight settle onto he shoulder, the sharp tipped feet pressing against her skin. She offered no surprise as Grynn spoke to her, explaining the situation that Jace had not known, terrors of the night were causing Neela's unwell and unrest-ed state, this sent the hybrid woman into a contemplative silence. She was directed towards some spare blankets that were whole unlike the small pieces she herself had brought and took them gratefully from the cupboard, her job had just become easier.


She kept herself well away from the direction of the room that Grynn fiercely guarded, content and incurious about what lay within it thus giving the bird no cause for alarm. Growing used to Grynn's presence upon her shoulder surprisingly quickly, Jace moved to drape several of the blankets around Neela's disheveled form, quietly she spoke again for the first time since her earlier speech, "I will try my feathered friend." Her meaning was clear, Jace would make the best of her attempts to aid in Neela's recovery.


Moving to her knees with a falcon perched on her proved a problem that required a careful solution if she did not wish to dump the bird onto the floor with any sudden movements. But she managed it and Grynn kept her balance with help from her wings as stabilizers. Once she had lowered herself to her feet Grynn removed herself from Jace's shoulder and hopped across the sort distance to sit beside her companion. It didn't take much effort from her matches and alcohol soaked rags to get a fire going nicely and soon heat washed throughout the room chasing away some of the cold. Only once things had warmed up a bit did Jace present Neela with the food she had brought.


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OOC Laughs

Neela simply sat quietly, staring into the unlit fireplace and ignoring the movement around her, even when Jace placed several blankets and furs over her shoulders she didn’t move. It was only once the fire had been lit that she gave any sign of life, muttering quietly, "M'sorry Jace" Neela's mental state was evident in her voice. With the anger gone, somehow forced back down into the recesses of Neela's mind, there was little to fill its place. At the moment Neela was broken and confused, her speech more akin to that of a small child than the grown woman that she was.


As though that simple sentence had drained her of all her energy Neela went back to her previous state, ignoring both the food offered to her and the gentle kneading of her hand fur from Grynn's beak. For a while Grynn continued her efforts in vain before letting out a frustrated sort, an odd sound coming from a falcon, and flying off towards Neela's main bedroom. There was a loud bang from the room and then Grynn reappeared, dragging what looked like a grey rag in her claws. The rag was heavy and the bird was flapping furiously to stay airborne but eventually she made it over to Neela, dropping the rag in front of her.


Up close it could be seen that the "rag" was actually a poorly made plushy of a wolf or some sort of canine, the stitching frayed and stuffing half gone. Neela recognised it instantly, she was the one who had made it after all when she had been house-ridden from her pregnancy. The small toy had been used by Leon throughout his childhood, eventually passing back to Neela as he outgrew it. There was an element of suppressed tears to Neela's voice as she reached one shaky hand out to touch the doll, whispering, "Leon."

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WC:439+ - OOC blah would go here


Her friend was still as lifeless and stilted after Jace had tended to her a bit than she had been before and it pulled a sigh from the hybrid. Although she didn't really expect Neela to be fixed in a heartbeat and with so little effort. Her gaze swung around the place Neela called home, no criticism or judging in her eyes, how her friend chose to live was her own business. Their lifestyles were very very basic in the standards of humans, on par with their early ancestors but to a normal uninfected wolf pack, their world was unneedfully complicated, filled with trappings of civilization that did not belong. Jace had met and fought quite a few biased non infected wolves in her time.


The flurry of movement from Grynn brought her attention back to the falcon as she disappeared from sight. Upon this disruption to the silence Jace stood and again looked around the cabin with consideration. Grynn returned momentarily with something clenched between her claws prompting a name from Neela. Upon her gentle prying into who this 'Leon' was, Jace received the answer that he was a son of Neela who had tried at one point in the past to kill his mother. This information greatly disturbed Jace and she hurried to distract Neela from those morbid thoughts, they were unhealthy and causing pain to the collie before Jace's very eyes.


She encouraged her friend to listen to the sound of her voice and to ignore the ragged doll captured in her finger, so follow along with the smooth subtle tones that she would produce for her now. Slipping from English to her native language was a flawless transition, her mother tongue came with always its ease of flow, the words and formations strange to one who was not of Jace's birth pack. The language specific to that one pack and joined to no other. The chant was slow and flowed like a gentle stream on a windless day, it's softness betrayed the true meaning behind the words however, for they spoke not of gentle things but of the glory of battle, the prowess and honor of having the strength to defend ones family from outsiders, the homage paid to the Alpha and War Chief, and as every song or chant did in this timeless culture, gave thanks to the ones who had birthed and raised tall the mighty warriors, the mothers of Denahlii Svinka Tokolra. The name of the war chant would translate into English as Dance of the Blood Moons, referring to a war so savage that the snow had run with rivers of red.



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OOC ending: Jace eventually calms Neela down and gets her to eat some food. After which she washes down the stricken female cleansing her fur before teaching her the graceful dance that accompany s the warrior's chat, further relaxing Neela.


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