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Post by Faith on Feb 20, 2008 17:41:47 GMT -5
She felt her entire body shudder, her entire form seemed to fade away. Of course, she didn't know another wolf was watching her. Each tear blended in with the rain - she was crying hard as it might have been for any other wolf to have known her. She cried because she had been alone and now in the company of another wolf she knew what she had been missing all that time. She also knew that now he would leave her alone again. She couldn't become attached though, that was something she would never do again. Very rarely will she make the same mistake twice. She sighed slowly, her intake of breath slight quaky. Her mask was gone, only her sadness remained. That and the small reflection of the few rays of moonlight that came through the clouds in her eyes. The rain seemed to taunt her, or cry with her either way it reminded her of what she was. She was weak - so pathetically weak. Weak . . . . . that was all she ever would be. She looked up again to where the moon should have been. Her voice was low as she spoke, "Only when I am alone . . . . never when I can be seen. Fade into the shadows, vanish into the darkness. Live by the lines you are given - never ever let them see you." She sighed, "I have lived like that far to long. Why? Because I am nothing but an outcast, nothing but a defect. Never helping only hinder. What have I done? I have brought the death of two packs, the destruction of families. Why? Because they want me. The rouges always wanted me, for the sole purpose that I am not supposed to be alive. Maybe, maybe . . ." she paused. "Maybe I should give them what they want, its the only way to save his pack. Maric, what have you done? They will know I am here . . . . you brought me into the light. I never should have helped you. What have I done?" She let the tears come again, talking to herself was something she did quite often but she had no idea that he was watching - no idea that he could hear her.
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Maric
Loner
I will never stop.
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Post by Maric on Mar 8, 2008 19:08:41 GMT -5
Maric woke again, this time startled, he was sweating. "Remmus.... something is wrong." He felt so warm, his paws were burning, what was happening. Where is Remmus? Has something been done to her, has she done something to someone else. "I have to find her. Something is wrong, I can feel it." He looked to Faith, "Please, help me." He said this in such a pleading tone, something that he had never said before.
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Post by Faith on Mar 9, 2008 14:34:30 GMT -5
She looked at him, thankful for the cover of night. The first thing that came to her mind was the rouges, a fear that they had found his pack. No, they couldn't have. If anything they still shouldn't even know that they are here. If they did, she would have been attacked first not the pack. The rouges are tough not stupid, they only take on packs when the moon is full. Which it wasn't right now, only a small sliver was showing in the night sky. Her face was emotionless right now, the rain still falling freely.
"How do you know something is wrong?" her voice was low, she was still afraid for her own safety with the small possibility that the rouges were out there. Who knows, they could have gotten a new alpha who changed up the rules a little bit.
ooc;; What are your plans for this thread? i.e. where is this going as far as you are concerned?
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Maric
Loner
I will never stop.
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Post by Maric on Mar 28, 2008 13:40:46 GMT -5
"I can feel her pain..... I can feel it." Maric stood still for a moment, untill he heard her voice again.
How could he just leave her be with knowing such pain. But he must not go, for he respects his sisters wishes, even if it means feeling her pain. But how long could he last doing that. "I'm sorry, but i must be at least close to her when something might happen." A shiver ran through his soul, and he knew something would happen. I must be yards away, just to make sure she will be ok. He looked back to Faith, "I don't know what will happen. If you wish to come you may." He ran into the woods once more. Following her sent the best he could.
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