The Cemetery Has it's Ways...

[Willow Siam]

Willow sat calmly on a small bench within the Queen of Piety Cemetery. There rested many humans who had fought in wars, who died of illness, or whom died of other things. Once, there were gravestones, all cared for and still in tact, but now they were all buried under the overwhelming tree roots. If you looked hard enough though, you could see some of the remnants, and maybe read whats left of the inscriptions. In a way, the dead was comforting below. At least you knew someone was there in a sense.

The only reason Willow was there was to think a little. She had been going insane with the thought of her brother, Johannas. He had left her alone after their mother died. She would have understand, if it wasn't for the fact he left so suddenly, and without a word. Either way, she still wanted to say goodbye to him. Johannas was the only one she really loved. He had always been there for her. He'd been her best friend and her shelter. He took care of her when her mother stopped caring for them, and even herself.

Willow swore to herself that she'd find him someday. She find out if he really still cared. Until then, she'd enjoy the scenery of the old cemetery.

[Mahlouk]

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Dreams drove him this way. He was terrified at what he had seen. Blood, it had been everywhere, it had been his blood. A shiver went through the males body. Why was the dream reacuring every night? He didn't understand why he was seeing this. Everytime he woke in a cold sweat his claws digging into his skin breaking it and leaving blood where his hands had been. He almost felt like he should tell Jazper, but what good would that be? It would worry his mate and he didn't want to do that.

A rough sigh escaped the male as he sat down. He dropped his large brown Teddy bear from his maw to the ground. He had carried the little toy around since he was a pup. It was the only thing the scarred male had ever been able to say was his. Now he had Jazper, and yet he was still holding onto the bear. His blank emotionless face starred at the ground where the toy sat and he tried to think with a clear head. What was the dreams supposed to mean?

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[Willow Siam]

As Willow's thoughts started to drift off from her brother's memory and to something more pleasant, the presence of another wolf struck her. The scent proved it was a male from the Crimson Dreams pack. Raising from the rotting bench, Willow wandered over towards the wolf. Once he was in view, she saw his fur was mostly white, with stains of a brownish red. Assuming from all the scar that riddled his body, it was bloodstained. A shiver barley crawled down Willow's spine. Maybe approaching him was not the best idea. But Willow quickly shook that thought away. Maybe he was stronger, but with her speed (and the dagger she had strapped to her thigh), Willow could probably avoid harm.

Walking over to the male calmly, Willow smiled to him. Though it would be difficult to tell, Willow was still on guard. You'd have to do something terribly wrong to get as many scars as this male had. Finally, once she was about two yards away, she said, "Hello. I'm Willow. You are...?" As she spoke, Willow watched for any sign of anger, shock, or intent of attack. She wouldn't let him have any advantage against her. That was for sure. If he was going to attack her, she'd have a clue beforehand.