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It was the
delirious moments that really threw the bi-toned female off her guard. The
blank faces she couldn't quite match, or the empty pages that she knew
were important but couldn't quite figure out as to how they were
significant. The dizziness in itself was an annoyance, the way the world
shifted so unnaturally and caused her to stumble on her small paws, and
the way it seemed to drive that throbbing headache in her skull to an
extreme, and clench her stomach with nausea. Somewhere in the back of her
mind, she knew all was not well.. yet that blank page would loom above
her, only eliciting a shrug and an attempt to continue on her way.
There was
frustration to her current situation. The way the Mountain felt beneath
her paws didn't quite place right in Allure's mind. Nova Mountain didn't
look like this. Had Sinistra perhaps renovated? He had done one
hell of a job, and the black she-wolf halted her jumbled movement to allow
her eyes to sweep Mount Shadow, wondering what had happened to her beloved
Nova Mountain while she had been away. Sinistra?
What the hell did you do? She
called out, waiting for the black wolf with those piercing yellow eyes to
give her his cocky grin as he came to view, tell her that he re-arranged a
few of the rocks.. Maybe grew a tree or two. And hey, switched the scenery
for some variety. Swiveling her muzzle, desperately searching for the
familiar face, she felt her world shift in another dizzy spell, her paws
trying to move with it, her eyes shutting as she stilled her small frame..
waiting for a damn explanation as those blank pages became loose and
fluttered through her mind.
Mocking
her.
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__________ By everything sweet and bitter, the world could be a bloody cruel one. All one could really do is take it, for who was anyone to turn their back on the world? To do not what it bid, but go against anything it so desired? Perhaps this was Bronx’s punishment for not thinking much of the spectacular landscapes that the word offered – by walking through them, using them, and ultimately passing them by, with only a loveless glance to say the very most. Was that really how the world worked? With crude and childish emotions, and brittle motives such as revenge and vanity? Either way, Bronx had been punished too often. Punished using those close to him.
__________Considering the fact that the pair of siblings, reunited for the first time in years just over a month ago, spent frequent time together in content nostalgia, Bronx had noticed her symptoms. He had little working knowledge of medicine – in reality, if he were to face his subconscious, Bronx would find that he felt himself somewhat superior to medics – not in an arrogant way, but in an automatic way: that had been the way he was brought up. He was a fighter and a Guardian; medics tended to him. Nevertheless, he had done what he could to determine Allure’s symptoms, and had quickly linked it to the recent spread of violent pollutant. All across the Valley, the well were falling ill.
__________He had followed his sister for about thirty seconds. He had been near Mount Shadow, exploring the lands about and snatching the odd careless mouse from various open tree trunks. The distant scent of his sister had reached him, and considering her condition, he set off on a swift, hefty lope, his heavy black paws in a deep stride. When he approached her, Allure had already entered Mount Shadow territory. Allure! He barked hoarsely after her, his tone stern; Get back here; you’re trespassing. If he were the Guardian of this territory, and if Allure weren’t his sister, he’d have her by the neck already.
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It was a familiar
voice that came from.. somewhere. It seemed to echo, and the bi-toned wolf
quickly crouched lower, tail curling beneath her in fright while her
muzzle jerking about in a panic as she sought the intruder. No sooner had
her blurred vision fallen on the black frame she knew it was her brother,
and her body quickly straightened, though she cringed in pain to her
injured forelimb. BRONX!
It was an
impressive shout, reverberating across the rocks of the Mount Shadow,
though her tone was laced with joy. Her brother! She hadn't seen him in so
long.
As quickly
as the vocals sounded, it seemed to be the only warning she gave as her
small frame instantly began to bound towards the black wolf, not noticing
the concern he held. I
thought I'd never see you again! I can't believe you're here! In
a sad attempt to offer a nuzzle, it came off as a bit rough, her head
pushing towards him in what could be a good collision, yet it didn't quite
stop her. It wasn't her fault she might have hit him. The floor here was,
after all, spinning. Where's
Snowflake? Is she with you? We separated.. I can't seem to find her.. She
trailed off, practically beaming to the Guardian like a child at
Christmas.
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__________Bronx’s ear shot back in alert, but he stood up tall promptly as his sister thundered towards him. His voice did sometimes have that effect… must be physical superiority, as opposed to hierarchical superiority. Allure, after all, was of higher rank than him, but neither seemed to recognise this. The bonds of siblinghood were stronger than those of rank and position.
__________He knew that something was wrong already, and he dodged her violent nuzzle only to be peppered with feverish words. As she mentioned Snowflake, his heart lurched. And he winced, reminded of Forrest… oh, if this were to be a repeat… he’d leave. Leave to go and die alone in the cruel, cruel fate that loved ones had to be dragged away from him so forcibly. This had to be a nightmare. But no… no, he was overreacting. It was Allure that needed help.
__________Wordlessly, he attempted to lead his sister over the marked border of Mount Shadow territory, pushing her gently and tugging at her when needed, until they were both just outside. They weren’t far away enough not to be confronted by a nearby packmate, true, but Allure would no longer be trespassing if questioned. It would have to do. Allure, sit down. He murmured, as he sat down himself to express his wishes. We’ve been at Nova Mountain together for weeks now, he said softly, trying to clear up that particular confusion. Relax – you’re not well.
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Her faded
eyes watched him, shining with the love a sibling has for another as she
allowed him to herd her away from the mountain, though she couldn't quite
understand why. Why was he taking her away from Nova Mountain? The black
male spoke, and she quickly plopped her rear end to the ground in a
mimicry of him. No sooner had her actions taken place did his voice seem
to plow her over in surprise, her ears perking up, a critical canine brow
rising. We have?
We're here now.. What are you talking about, Bronx? I haven't seen you
since I took Snowflake and ran from mum.. Her
breath quickened, a panic settling in. Those blank pages mocking her, and
her frame lowered closer to the ground, as if it would protect her rather
then move breath her paws. I'm
fine. Stubborn to
the end, she could only lift her muzzle a fraction of an inch to pout at
him, though she soon took to laying down, the nausea heating her
body.
Bronx I
don't like this.. The mountain keeps moving. Fear.
For the first time since she could remember, she was afraid. Afraid of
what was happening. Please
make it stop.
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__________Bronx could easily feel, without even sight or scent, that this was not Nova Mountain, but Mount Shadow. The latter felt unfamiliar and distant. His only friend from this pack was Chehalis, despite one or two other acquaintances, whereas in Nova Mountain he had met more or less everyone, and had many he counted as friends, from those of leader rank to the new and subordinate. He had never stayed in one place for too long, but it was true that he had lived in places for longer than even this… and yet still Nova Mountain felt like home, more than any other place he could remember.
__________Nevertheless, he glanced up towards the low but handsome dark peak of the sloped mountain surrounded by its pet trees and plateaus, as if to check and see if he too were hallucinating. In reality, he just wanted to avoid Allure’s eyes for a moment, who’s delicate turquoise colour had feverish gashes in them that he had seen before… at least this was not as bad as it had been with Forrest. Perhaps it would grow. But Bronx wouldn’t let it – not again; not this time.
__________Yes we have, He confirmed softly; You’ve just forgotten…. You’re unwell. He nodded briefly back towards the mountain. This is not Nova Mountain – this is Mount Shadow. As his sister spoke of moving mountains, as if she were afraid as a lost puppy, Bronx was disturbed, and turned away slightly in hurt. He could not remember being like this before. He turned back to her… Lie down… stay still… close your eyes. It’ll stop moving, okay. He instructed quietly, keeping his voice composed so not to induce panic. There was no room for panic in his mind. Just one thought – I’ll look after you. I promise.
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The
familiar voice soothed her, and she inched closer to her brother upon her
stomach, tilting her muzzle to rest it on one of his massive paws. Lids
fluttering shut, she took to taking a deep breath, followed quickly by
another. Bronx
I don't like it here... She tried to eat me, she
murmured, finally remembering the gash to her shoulder that a certain
pallid devil had given her. She said nothing else, only placed her trust
in the black male much like a young whelp would do to a parent. If he said
this wasn't Nova Mountain, then she could allow some small allowances to
the fact that perhaps he was crazy and didn't know his own home. For now,
they would stay here.. on the outskirts. Away from Hell.
Everything
slowed, her mind, her breathing. The pain continued to throb, however,
trying to take her pride and stomp flat on it. The thing was, the black
and white female had no pride left. She had nothing left. Nothing but the
black male that stood over her in protection now.
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__________Bronx lay down beside her as soon as Allure moved closer to the grassy floor, mirroring her movements as if it were a duty – as indeed it was. He was no longer much aware of anything else. He let her lean her muzzle gently on his large paw, and as she spoke he swept his gaze briefly over her. He knew well enough that she was talking nonsense; that what she said was an accidental fabrication that occurred through no fault of her own, but still there was so much fear in Allure’s voice that he almost felt inclined to believe her.
__________She tried to eat me; yet there were no such suggestions on her body, so evidently no such thing had happened. His tactic would be a simple one. She was lain against the ground, no longer bounding or walking or even standing so that the world could spin around her, and he hoped that he could calm her further. Who tried to eat you, ‘Lure. He murmured softly, knowing that his sister was in pain, and her mind needed to be taken from it. Not that it wasn’t far away from the real world already.
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She
breathed deeply, seeking comfort from the male as she kept her muzzle on
his paw, her eyes dutifully shut as he told her to sleep. The rise and
fall of her chest evened, despite the shuddering wracks that overtook her
body every so often, and the sudden need to clench her eyes tighter. Her
ears twitched to the sound of his voice, her features taken to a scowl. Stupid
bitch Calliope. Second time.. A
rumbling growl pressed against her throat, her eyes sliding open. Had
the perfect opportunity to grab the back of her neck.. Never took it.
Trying to
nudge her muzzle closer to him, much like a young whelp would, she
attempted to still her shivering body, not knowing that Bronx could not
see the wounded shoulder she had actually attained. Let's
run away. Her
voice now mumbled the worlds, her head slumping lightly as sleep began
dominate her, only causing her to slur some more nonsense before she
finally drifted to an ill rest, feverish in nightmares and longing to
escape.
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__________Allure, it seemed, even in her illness was trapped between two very different (but sometimes far from different) worlds. One appeared to be love, expressed by her physical fear as she cowered close to her brother; and the second was none other than hate, as he felt her growling against his paw, cursing the very name of the Alpha’s mate; making Calliope sound like a swear word itself. He knew enough about the three-way drama, though one thing he hadn’t been clued in about was how Allure felt about Sinistra now. He was no gossip snatcher, and didn’t care for drama that didn’t concern him, but at the same time he wanted to know – was her hate for Calliope now simple hate for the wolf herself, or was it still about Sinistra?
__________Bronx’s tactic was to keep her talking to distract her from her physical discomfort, and hopefully to calm her, perhaps even until she was in a state to rest. So he wasn’t going to go on about Calliope. Instead he chose her last sentence, placing his other large paw gently over her dark upper back as if to stop her from running away right now. Why would you want t – but it seemed she had finally drifted into sleep. He removed his paw from her back, and shifted his position slightly. Hell, if she wanted to hibernate for a hundred years, he wasn’t going anywhere.
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The
time passed, each minute seeming like an eternity to the dreams of the
bi-tone female, as reckless memories and a wild imagination guided her
through the night in terror. The illness, while taking it's own toll to
her small body, was indeed wreaking havoc on her mind, spiraling her to
a world where at times she could be almost normal, and the next to which
her reality shifted. It was a terrifying thing to know during those
moments of sanity that at one point she may never come back.
Waking
up with a stifled moan, she quickly rolled her body, soon feeling
Bronx's own and emitting a sigh of relief. His scent coaxed her to be
calm, her eyes trailing over him only briefly before taking in the
surroundings. What were they doing so close to Mount Shadow? Taking in
her brother once more, and about to open her mouth to ask him, the
searing pain that seemed to plague her head seemed to awaken, and she
quickly shut her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth as she quickly sought
out to be closer to Bronx. She would do whatever he told her to, and so
she began to drift back off to sleep, hoping that when she saw the light
of day the sickness would be gone.
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