like the last breath you would breath.

[Ksenija Russo]

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The days were growing frigid.

Ksenija sat outside on a patch of frosty grass, gazing dully at her surroundings. She huffed a breath, then watched it pierce the air like an angry puff of smoke. More interested in then anything else at the moment, she watched it dance through the air. It grew lighter as it rose in the air, till it diffused and at last dissipated. Hopelessness overcame her and she snapped her vision to the ground in front of her, determined to not think about what she couldn’t remember. The frost decorated the grass in a lovely way, looking almost unique as a snowflake. The woman shivered. Snow would soon be on them, and she hoped that she would have more time to heal and gain her weight back before the first flakes fell.

She should be inside, warm and by a fire. Trying to nurse herself back to help. It was difficult, letting others help her. Ksenija was a proud person, and it humbled her considerably to have others telling her what to do and when to do it, especially when it came to her health. For the most part she listened, but it grew stuffy in the hall quickly with the other residents living there. It was almost as if Ksenija didn’t want to get better, to just lay where she was and wither and die. Her fractured mind was incomplete, and she felt like she was missing so much. A part of her was gone, and it might be gone forever.

The morning sun peaked through the trees and landed on her, warming her thin fur slightly. Her tundra wolf heritage meant nothing when she was so drastically malnutritioned, but at least she wasn’t hungry anymore. That nice woman, Saqui had assisted her in getting food and water and showing her where the stores were so she could feed herself. Even though she possibly needed it more than anybody, she hadn’t taken much. There were too many in the tribe that were without homes due to the hurricane and they were hungry too. Ksenija brought her knees to her chest, still sitting on the patch of grass and wrapped her arms around her legs, resting her gaunt face on the top of them. She felt miserable, and she looked miserable.

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[Aranck Eluwilussit]

OOC: So he was less cranky than I thought I would write him

IC: His memories were mostly back by now and his English was entirely back. But just because his mind was OK did not mean that his body was. His left wrist and right ankle were sprained and he was in a mostly bad mood. Although he figured that he was allowed to be cranky since he was in pain. His normally sore joints were constantly sore and he was glad that he had his walking stick more than ever. He probably wasn’t even supposed to be up and walking on it much yet but he couldn’t be inside for much longer without going crazy. At least the wrist that was connected to the hand he wrote with was mostly OK so he could still work on records and translating.

He headed out of his thankfully mostly intact hut and grimaced when he put too much weight on his right ankle. But he saw something that made him think carefully. He didn’t remember having ever met this female before. Had he not or did he simply not remember it? He figured he'd talk to the underfed female and find out. So he slowly approached her and sat on a nearby rock. "Hello. Mind company?" His voice was a bit rough and his English was still really heavily accented. He figured that that would lessen in time. He would always have an obvious AniWayan accent but usually it was a lot softer.

[Ksenija Russo]

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She was absorbed in the simple fact that she was alone.

Completely, and totally alone. Nobody was looking for her, had they wanted her in the first place? Ksenija grimaced as she closed her sky-blue eyes, nestling her muzzle between her arms for warmth. It was mostly quiet, a few birds singing here and there with the rising morning. She concentrated on their carefree song, filling the void in her mind. The storm-colored fae began humming to herself, carefully matching her tone to theirs. It was quiet, but still lovely. In some places she would falter and clear her throat, but she persisted and kept humming their song. A new scent invaded the area and immediately Ksenija stopped, eyes still closed and muzzle still buried in her thin arms.

A voice spoke out to her and Ksenija untangled herself, removing long, bony limbs so that she could stretch out and look upon the new face. It was an older male, multi-colored wearing a colorful poncho and carrying a walking stick. He had dark hair, peppered with white and gray - attesting to his age. The strange male, fellow tribes member, she corrected herself seemed to be favoring his ankle. The hurricane had affected everybody, it seemed. Slowly the area around the Town Hall was being cleared, but there were still large branches and an obscene amount of mud. Plenty of huts had been wiped out, she had been told, and Ksenija could see where they had once stood.

The Russian indicated with a nod of her head that she didn’t mind, and then found herself unsure of what to say. Conversation with Saqui had been easy enough, but she had been female. Ksenija did not like or trust males whatsoever, and she kept a careful eye trained on the suspicious male. Somewhere in her lost memories a male had wronged her. She felt it within her very bones, and was extremely distrustful of them. The mottled male that had helped her into AniWaya had almost been snapped at when he got too close, but her feral, fractured mind had recognized he had been there to help and not hurt. “ I’m new. “ She said simply, her accent noticeable but less so due to how quiet she was speaking.

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