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The darkness of the night seemed fitting to his mood and how he felt with what he perceived as the breakup of his family. He had not expected what had just happened earlier that evening. His thoughts had turned inward as his family was torn apart as the events became to much for him to cope with. This was not anything that he had experienced or have even seen happen before in his short life. He was aware of the females usually seeking seclusion for giving birth but not attacking one's own family especially with such violence and intent to kill. Temo was lost.
Images fluttered behind his eyelids as the nightmares danced through the fitful sleep that he had fallen into. Dark shadows haunted him in his dreams and chased him in the dark of what seemed to be a forest. Branches seemed to reach out and tear at his face and arms. Occasionally Temo would wake up and lay unmoving until he fell asleep again just to have the shadows resume their chase and torture of his dream self.
His consciousness slowly pulled itself out of the dark abyss that it had fallen into. At first he did not know who he was until the memories flooded back and reminded him of who he was and what he seemed to have lost. Temo kept his eyes shut trying to block the outside world but it was no use. The sounds were muffled and quiet so he knew he was in a building and his nose took in the familiar scents that he knew which confused him. His eyes finally slowly opened to a blurred room and it took a minute for the room to pull into focus.
He was confused as he looked around the room he was in as a back room to his shop where he had tossed a bunch of bedding materials that he thought would make good rags. The how and when he had gotten there alluded his thoughts and he had no idea if he had been there for hours or days and at the moment he did not care. As he laid amongst what was supposed to be rags but had become his bed, the hair around his face and muzzle matted from what must have been tears and the rest of his fur messed up and covered with dust, he wondered who Jace had become and what happened to his jace.
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The nights had been filled with the mares of the night as he tried to sleep. His dreams filled with the shadows that attacked him or someone that he found dear to himself. When ever he got a close looks to those shadows it was Jace's face that he saw or, on some occasions, he would see his own face on the shadow that was attacking his children. He would see the faces of his children on the bloodied and mutilated figures that would be trying to run away from him.
The passage of time did not even register in his thoughts with his mind so tortured with the dreams. It could have been three days or three weeks that he spent in the back room using the old pieces of cloth as a makeshift bed. The thrashing about he had done during the nightmares had spread the pile of rags all over the floor of the room. The dust and dirt and bits of thread and fiber clung to his fur making his unkempt look even worse.
But then he did not care any more. Temo had lost everything that was his life, that was his reason for being. When he was awake, his eyes stared at the ceiling or walls, afraid to go back to sleep in fear of the shadows that haunted him and ignoring the body's desire for food until sleep overtakes him allowing the shadows to have their way with him.
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Dalgina's life wasn't settled. She was living with Taru now, safe and warm. The safe enclosure she had found there had only tightened with the death of the pups. She had stared at the pictures she had drawn of the beautiful pups for a long time before putting them away, not sure what to do. Her new family had been taken away from her before they even had a chance. Keldava lived close by, Dalgina often coming over to be with her in silence. Where Honrin and Pandora currently lived, she didn't have a clue. On top of that, Papa had vanished. It was as bad as when she'd disappeared.
She didn't go to the house. Dalgina didn't think she'd ever go there again. The fear that she felt when she thought of approaching it gnawed at her stomach, painful. What if Papa was trapped in there, bleeding? Shivering the small wolf decided to go to Papa's shop instead. His scent was there, surprisingly thick. Had he been here all this time? Dalgina had spent a while hidden in the woods before coming out again. Nobody had come for Papa though. He had been alone. Papa? She was sorry. She should have come for him sooner. She should have been a better daughter, and made things better.
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About the only thing that Temo could differentiate between sleep and awake was that when he was awake, there were no nightmares while he was awake. He would try and stay awake to keep the nightmares at bay, but then his thoughts that went through his head were not really any better, especially when the memories of the attack returned which they frequently did.
It was during one of those awake times when something changed. It had sounded like someone calling for their papa and the voice seemed familiar but his head was swimming and when he opened his eyes, all he saw was a dark blur of the ceiling. He stirred around a bit but his body protested in the form of pain from non activity and weakness from the days upon days of not ingesting nourishment.
Hello? he tried to say but it came out more of a croak from his parched throat. There were no more sounds of anyone saying anything so he decided that it must have been his addled mind that was starting a new form of torture by manufacturing voices to make him think there was someone there. He wondered what this new torture that the shadows seem to have come up with would be.
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A stirring sound brought her closer. Dalgina stepped through the pieces, the scent of wood shavings not as comforting as they should have been. The scent in the back was dark and heavy, the smell of someone that hadn't left for some time. Fearful she continued on her way, a croaking noise breaking out. Carefully she poked her head around the corner, finding something that she had feared. Her papa, lying on the ground, fur matted and body wasted away. Was he dead?
Papa! Rushing to his side with a wail Dalgina broke down, tears streaming down. Kneeling she tried to pull him up, tried to fix things. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Papa don't die! Why had this happened? Dalgina didn't know how to fix this, how to make it better. Her family didn't exist anymore. There was her, Keldava, Taru, Ovi, Tehu, Fawkes, and Kelia. That was all. It wasn't the family she'd started with, and she hadn't gone looking for a new one. Why did Papa have to go too?
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He could hear that voice again and it seemed to have come closer as if it was next to him. Temo looked up to see the shadow seemed to have come to torture him in his waking state. The blurred shadow that his eyes refused to focus on seemed different from his dreams. His tried to force his eyes to focus and the dark blur slowly turned into a fuzzy dark figure. The thought processes slowly churned through his head as he wondered if this was a new form of dream to haunt him with or if he was awake.
A memory seemed to slowly rise up out of nowhere and he was not sure what triggered it, maybe it was the new scent that seemed to be trying to fill his nose. A memory of a past life, a time that he wanted to return to. D.a... he tried to speak. His tongue worked around his mouth for a moment and seemed to dredge up some saliva that he swallowed wetting his throat. Dal...gina? he croaked. He took a few moments to work up more saliva and quietly spoke with a partially dry mouth, Thought . family . gone . . . no . more . . . my . jace . gone . Speaking seemed to take more out of him than it used to and he laid quietly and panted from the exertion.
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Another broken sound pushed through Papa's throat. He was alive! Alive, but not well. Dalgina didn't know how to fix this though. She was no healer. Water! Yes, she should get water. That would help. She'd drank water when she was sick. It hadn't tasted nice, but it had helped. Dalgina didn't know that there had been herbs in the water, but it was the only thing she could think of. The smallest start, but she would be doing her best to fix it.
Shaking her head tears spilled down Dalgina's face. What could she tell Papa? There was no family left. Honrin and Pandora had moved, and while she still saw them they weren't close. She didn't dare approach her mother, and she'd thought Papa was dead. Just her and Keldava left. There's no family anymore. Slipping off she hurried out of the shop. Grabbing a bowl she dipped it into the stream. Dalgina did her best to hurry back, small drops spilling out. Reaching Papa again she knelt down. Papa, I brought you some water.
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The confirmation that Dalgina brought that the family is no more pushed Temo deeper into his depression. For a moment there was a spark of hope that maybe the family was getting back together. But the news that she brought put out that spark as surely as the biblical flood would put out a campfire. He slumped back into the rags when he realized that she was gone, and thinking that with no more family, she would not be returning. He closed his eyes and would have cried more tears but his body did not have any moisture left to spare.
When he heard her voice once again, his eyes opened and looked at her in surprise at seeing that she had returned. Water? It took a few heartbeats before he made the connection to her statement about having brought water to the liquid that she held in a bowl. He looked down at the bowl and moved his snout closer to take a sniff of the contents but misjudged the distance and his nose dipped into the water.
With a start, Temo pulled his nose out of the water to him it was quickly, but to a healthy individual, it would seem a bit slow of a reaction. With a small snort to clear the water from his nostrils, he goes back to the water and laps up a bit of it before he stops to take a breath. Temo looks up at his daughter, his eyes focusing better, Where, how are everyone? He whispered. He dreaded the possible answers but needed to know how the rest of the family was doing and if they were still around.
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Papa was slow in his reaction, not understanding what she was offering at first. As patiently as she could she waited as he dipped his snout in the water, pulling back when he realized that he couldn't breath with his nose in it. What had made him this weak? Where was her papa, the one that would hold all the scary monsters of her imaginings back? True, Mahn had always been the one she'd looked to for protection, but her bond with her quieter parent had been stronger.
The water was lapped up thankfully. He looked much better when he straightened up. Her tail wagged, thinking about the answers. Mahn's still in the house. I don't know where Honrin and Pandora are, but they're in the pack. I live with Taru, and Keldava lives next to us. I go over and visit her sometimes. Keldava and me are doing okay. Her hand's taking a long time to heal. She can't fight properly. It upsets her a lot. She couldn't fix it. Just like she didn't know how to fix this.
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His eyes stared at the wall for a few moments as Temo absorbed and processed Dalgina's explanation of where everyone had gone since that eventful afternoon. The memories flashed behind his eyes of all the anger and blood. The fear that was thick in the air from all the violence that had pushed everyone away. His eyes looked down at his hands where there was still blood from Honrin's face dried in his fur, his eyes producing a few tears.
But her words seemed to bring a spark of hope into his thoughts. He brought his eyes up to look at her, At least you all are still alive despite the injuries. with some relief that his worst fears were unfounded. He was glad that no one had died nor left the pack.
Then another thought percolated though his slow mind, a thought that pushed him back towards the depression that he had started out of. As the feeling of sadness washed over him his eyes focused past Dalgina to the doorway into the room and then back onto his daughter before returning to looking at his hands. Temo had come to the realization that Dalgina was the only one of his children that had come to check on him.
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Papa didn't move, just staring as she sat there. Nervously she turned to study his frame, taking in the leanness. There was still blood from the night of that awful event. He had to get cleaned up. Turning quickly she left again briefly, grabbing a rag. She still didn't have water though. Standing there hopelessly Dalgina tried to figure out what to do. There was more water outside, wasn't there? Dalgina rushed out, quickly getting the rag damp before returning, worry still in her features.
Shaking her head a small growl slipped from Dalgina. As far as the dark wolf was concerned what had happened was much worse than that. One could mourn over a body. This? There was nothing left to mourn, despite having it all wrenched away. Deftly she began to dab at his body, doing her best to help clean up what was there. She could fix the surface things, clean him up and bring him water to drink. The other problems would take a lot more effort.
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It was quiet in the room and Temo wondered where Dalgina had disappeared too, the thought that she decided to leave him floated through his mind as he leaned back and closed his eyes. But it was not long before she returned and he wondered why she had returned. He thoughts meandered about his head as to why Dalgina kept returning while no one else did not even bother to visit or check to see if he was around. Maybe she felt sorry for him or had nothing better to do or go at this time.
It took several minutes for Temo to realize that his daughter was attempting to clean the blood and dirt from his fur. He opened his eyes and watched her hand move the rag from the bowl of water to his fur and back slowly turning the water a dark and dirty red with the old blood and dust. He glanced at his arms and took in all the dried blood and dirt mixed in his fur and With a quiet voice, You seem to have started an impossible task, he said to her making an attempt at his old humor but most likely failed.
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Her movements were slow, hoping that it wouldn't be too cold. Dalgina had no idea how to go about dealing with such things. Calling a medic would probably be the best, but who could she get? She didn't want anyone to see how much pain Papa was in, and was afraid that the others would try to harm him. Dalgina knew that she wasn't strong enough to be able to protect Papa from everything out there. She couldn't stop the nightmares that plagued the world and brought it's terror. All she could do was try and clean what was there, and make sure that she wasn't around when he was struck down.
It was methodical, slowly staining the water as she dabbed. There was so much of it, Dalgina wondering if there was an injury under it all that would become worse when revealed. Half fearful she kept up, hoping that it would get better. It has to get better. There was no quiver in her voice, something that surprised the young wolf. She should have been a lot more shocked by all of this, the one in need of comfort. Instead, she was the one comforting.
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The presence of Dalgina seemed to help settle his thoughts. They were still there and the depression was still heavy on his mind, but having his daughter there and finding out that at least all of his other children are still alive did help him feel better and push the dark thoughts and dreams back into the recesses of his mind. For the first time since the day of the family breakup, Not every thought that went through his mind was depressive.
For a few minutes, he sat there, keeping quiet for the moment while Dalgina busied herself trying to clean his fur. He looked at himself and the state that he was in. His fur unkempt and dirty with all the dirt from the rags and floor that had become his bed. The spots of fur that was matted with dried blood. It was a far cry from the shiny smooth fur that he maintained before. I seem to need a bath. he said and wondered if he should go find a creek to wash off in.
With his mental state seemingly on the mend now, his body decided that it deserved some attention too and it was not long when his stomach decided to growl it's disdain at being empty and not getting the attention that it needed. It was with much trouble that Temo had with his weakened and unused muscles as he worked at standing up that he used a nearby chair and asked his daughter Please help me up. After resting a few moments leaning on the chair, he took a couple of steps around the chair and sat down with a grunt. After catching his breath, he reached in a bag that was on the table and fished out a small bundle of dried meat. His hands shaking as he peeled a strip of and slowly chewed it.
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Dalgina nodded, fighting back the overwhelming feelings inside. Papa needed a lot of things, and she couldn't give it to him. She wasn't an adult, ready to face the world. She wasn't a pup either, to be sheltered from the bad things that were out there. Dalgina was facing this one step at a time, and maybe the nightmares would stop one day. A bath would probably clean it a lot better. How would she even get him to one when he was as weak as he was?
Swiftly she moved, her tiny body supporting the larger wolf as they moved over to a chair. There was so much dust everywhere, the young female unable to hold back a sneeze. Sheepishly she glanced at him, hoping that he didn't think badly of her for giving in to that weakness. Leaving him there chewing on the food Dalgina refilled the water. This time she got a much bigger container, heaving a bucket in. Placing it down she refilled a cup for him to drink through, so he'd be able to hydrate.
This wasn't so bad. Dalgina thought she was getting the hang of this. Glancing at Papa she shook her head. Right, a bath. She searched the workshop until she found something that was half finished. Perhaps it was part of a shed or something, but it could hold water, and that's what mattered. Running out Dalgina began to fill the object, thinking that if she got enough in there he could take a bath and clean up. Her arms ached by the time there was enough, shaking a little from the effort. You can have a bath now.
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The bit of dried meat that Temo had retrieved had not gone bad and although dried meat was not as good as fresh killed, the bit that was currently being masticated in his mouth did not taste good to him. On top of that, as the juices seeped down his throat, his stomach felt like it was unsure on how to take the idea of food. His gut seemed to churn some as if it was not sure that when the food is finally sent down if it should keep it or send it right back up. He sat there with his mouth chewing like a cow with cud as he contemplated if he should take the chance and swallow.
His mouth paused in it's chewing when he heard a voice speak to him. For a moment he thought the dreams had returned but the odd bit was the voice wanted him to take a bath. He wanted to ask why but there was something in his mouth and he had to swallow it out of the way to speak. His head turned to address the voice and when his daughter came into view with an expectant look in her eyes, the memories of her visit came back to him.
Once again he looked at the dust and blood in his fur and thought maybe a bath might help. As he stood up and took a step, his body began to overbalance and he grabbed the back of the chair. He swayed a little, The trek to the creek might take a while, he said thinking that he would go out to the creek like always not realizing that Dalgina had brought the creek to Temo.
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Papa was completely involved in eating. The meat couldn't even be that good, as dry as it was. Her brown eyes were wide with sorrow watching him turn, not quite registering her for a few moments. When it did he went right back to examining his body, Dalgina doing her best not to lash out or break down at the sight of her strong father being reduced to so little. Stepping forwards she watched helplessly as he found himself unable to even move the short distance to where the tub was, body shaking.
Gently she took his arm, managing a tiny smile. It's okay Papa, you don't need to go to the creek. She lead him silently over to where the wooden tub was for him to soak in. Once he was there she released her grip, backing up. What now? She wasn't just going to wash him. Hopefully he could do that on his own. Perhaps she could tidy up a little. Stepping back Dalgina cleared out the rags and the like where he'd been sleeping, working on clearing away the dust that covered everything. Tidied up the smallest amount Dalgina ran out, retrieving some fur pelts from Taru's house and placing it to make a new makeshift bed.
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He wondered what she had meant by not having to go to the creek as he let her lead him to the makeshift bathtub. His feet slid across the floor with each slow and careful step as he made the short trip to the tub. He sat down on the rim and rested for a couple of minutes as his eyes wandered over the tub and water. Ingenious he murmured marveling over the contraption. He always knew his children were smart and for the moment felt proud that Dalgina had come up with a solution.
Temo could not disappoint his daughter and all of her hard work that she had put into his bath so he carefully swung his feet over the rim and carefully lowered himself into the water. It took a few moments for the water to seep through his fur and he sucked in his breath as the coldness hit his skin. It was a minute before he got used to the cold enough to start scrubbing at his fur.
It was not long before the water had turned near black and one could not see the bottom. He slowly extracted himself from the water and sat on the rim letting the water drip from his fur. A slow glance around showed Dalgina had been busy and the room had been tidied up. Furs had replaced the rags that had been his bed and the dust was gone. A spark of guilt flashed though him for getting a puddle of dirty water on the floor after his daughter had worked so hard at getting the room cleaned up.
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A tiny smile appeared at Papa's word. Thanks. It hadn't been much. She was bringing bowls of water in, and trying to wash him down with rags. It had make sense to her that the next step was to bring in enough water for him to wash in, in a bigger bowl. Standing by she looked at the water, now completely filthy, and realized she hadn't thought about how she was going to get rid of it. It hadn't been lapped up like the water in the bowl, it was still there. The dirty water sent a sharp image to her mind, almost shaking for a moment before she straightened. It was okay.
With his fur washed down Dalgina could see exactly how thin Papa was. He needed food. Dalgina wanted to bring him lots and lots, and have him turn back to normal instantly. A push at the door brought her attention over. Ovi stuck his head in, the gentle tiger looking in with concern. Gina? You alright? He always thought of her. Biting back another wave of sorrow she stepped over. Yes, but Papa's sick. She didn't know how to make Papa better. Ovi rubbed against her gently, his large form entering as he stared at the malnourished male.
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Temo stared down at his arms and legs and stomach. He had not noticed before but with his fur wet, he had noticed and wondered because there seemed to be something different, something wrong but he could not put a claw on it at the moment. It did not seem that important as Dalgina had not said anything about it so he ran his hands down his chest, legs and arms in an attempt to squeegee some of the water from his fur. He had spent several minutes at this task before he stopped to take a breather and regain some strength.
A squeak of door hinges announcing that a door was being operated and he looked up wondering who would come calling. But what he saw was a tiger poke his head in. A puzzled frown crept across his muzzle as thoughts that his nightmares had come back to haunt him or he was hallucinating. But as he watched the tiger proceed into the room and interacted with Dalgina, and memories percolated up into his consciousness about a tiger that had joined the pack and he had seen with his daughter. To put his theories to the test, he decided to say something and Hello, was what he had decided upon.
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Papa's thin shape seemed so weak, the young wolf relieved at Ovi's arrival. Dealing with this on her own was difficult. Stepping over she hugged him, holding on to his fur and taking in his strength before she straightened again. She couldn't let Papa see how hard this was. As long as she kept working and trying to fix things he had to get better. Even if she didn't have a clue what to do next. Ovi met Papa's eyes, smiling softly. He never really seemed sure of himself around her parents, though he was fine with Taru.
Ovi managed a small smile, dipping his head. Hello. Should I get you something to eat sir? Dalgina's ears flattened, embarrassed by Ovi's acknowledgement of how bad Papa looked. He had already eaten a little, but only time would show whether or not he would get better. Stepping over to Papa she looked over his thin body, wishing she could cover him up and make it all better. Nuzzling against him gently she looked over the work shop, doing her best to not despair. Something warm to eat would be nice.
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