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Posted: Jul. 19, 2006 - 1:49pm
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 Unusually, Sinistra had beat the sun to rising. Leaving his mate in the comfort of their den the wolf had departed early, hours before daylight would arrive. An idea had come to him in the middle of a deep, comfortable sleep — and as much as the idea of getting up and acting on it was loathsome, if it solved the mysterious illness plaguing the Valley, it was worth a few hours rest lost. The night prior they had held a pack meeting on the slopes of Nova Mountain and a new slew of information had been gained, but nothing worthwhile; he was left to his former plan of scouring the lands, rather aimlessly, for a plant or other growth that would prove useful. Sin had searched the Plateau, the Forest, and a large portion of their Mountain home. He had even looked, albeit briefly and without as much determination, in Sterling Waters a week or so before when investigating the water, when all of this was first starting. So far, the search had been fruitless. But as he stalked quietly through the night, ignoring all surroundings with one destination in mind, the Alpha hoped all that would change. Of all the places to look for exotic plants, the black canine could not believe Forbidden Swamp hadn’t been atop his list. As the towering, moss-dripping trees loomed larger and larger in the faint, shadowy distance of the wee morning hours, with each step that drew closer to the marsh came an irritated huff at his own idiocy. Forbidden Swamp was full of odd things, weird flowers, medicinal plants. Sinistra had been there once just after sunset. A storm had set in and, along with Cypress and Shingle from the other mount pack, he had been stuck among the muck. There was no storm brewing now, but the cool night air meeting the warm, soggy ground had inspired a thick fog. Navigation would not be easy. As he finally reached the territory’s edge, suddenly the idea didn’t seem all that great any more. Exploring a creepy, muddy, probably diseased, foggy and Forbidden Swamp in the dead of night? I must have caught it, Sin said to himself in mock horror, snapping his head around to one side as the snap of a branch caught his attention. There was nothing to be seen. Unfortunately. Can’t turn back now, the leader whispered again, returning all attention to the trail leading into the wetland’s unseen depths. Gingerly, towards the heart of the Swamp his paws carried. Hopefully it would be worth it. | |
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Posted: Jul. 19, 2006 - 2:08pm
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Posted: Jul. 19, 2006 - 2:18pm
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Another noise. He froze in place, gripped by the thought of being torn limb from limb and innard from innard by some dreadful, many-eyed monster. They would find his body parts strewn about the Valley and, according to his imagination, they would tell the puppies to put the puzzle pieces together for their own diversion while the adults did something important like try to figure out whether or not they were all going to go crazy and die. It would be the most unglorious end a wolf ever suffered. The saddest part was that Sinistra was not afflicted by the poisoned water and had absolutely no reason to be thinking such paranoid, psychotic thoughts. His dying wish was only that the puppies enjoyed the game… His next wish, when he heard an all too familiar voice cracking out through the thick fog, was that the damn monster would hurry up and have it over with. Damn it, the shadow-shrouded black wolf thought, peering through the trees. A hundred wolves in this Valley to run into and every time I go somewhere, she’s the one who’s there. This time, though, would clearly be different from their last encounter. This time, Allure thought he was Bronx. Good thing? Bad thing? Sinistra was at a complete loss there. Go along with her, or try to argue and risk sending her into some frothing, delusional rage? Allure? The Alpha asked quietly, trying not to upset her, eyeing her like she was a very dangerous, deranged felon. Bronx isn’t here… Trying to be as gentle about it as possible, the subject was quickly changed: Why don’t you sit down… Before you pass out or something… | |
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Posted: Jul. 19, 2006 - 2:28pm
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Posted: Jul. 19, 2006 - 4:40pm
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Confused himself, Sinistra blinked when Allure spoke again, trying to figure out where her mind was — trying to figure out how he could get two steps ahead of where she was going in there, so he could keep the situation from getting far too far out of hand. Or, paw. Whatever. What do you mean he isn’t here? I mean- He quickly began to try to explain, that he wasn’t here, but he was here, just not HERE, but a sudden barrage of definitive no-no-nos left black muzzle gaping without making a sound. Okay. At least she hadn’t accused him of murdering Bronx and trying to ruin her life. Something in the back of his mind said, You just wait… Actually, Sin wasn’t even sure that she recognized him now that he wasn’t Bronx, since Bronx was not here in one sense but was here in another, more general sense… Stepping back tentatively as the no chanting continued, perhaps, the idea presented, it was for the best that she did not realize who he was. Who knew what would happen then. No, once again trying to sound as gentle and unthreatening as possible, keeping in mind that instability could make even the kindest of words sound like death promises — eesh. Whoever was responsible for this sickness was at the top of his ass-kicking list for all this trouble. He’s here… he’s just… out… But he’ll be back. I hope. | |
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Posted: Jul. 20, 2006 - 8:04am
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Posted: Jul. 20, 2006 - 1:09pm
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On second thought, the anger felt by a delusional Allure thinking Bronx had departed entirely should have been shared. Where was Bronx? Where was anyone? Any one of those altruists who had stood up at the pack meeting and pledged to be caretakers? There were two — that he knew of — a measley two severely ill members of Nova Mountain. One of them was a puppy and surely under the very watchful eye of her parents. That left how many caretakers who should have been, oh, he didn’t know, really… …caretaking, perhaps?! How many of them to watch one sick wolf? What in the seven levels of hell were they all doing? When he returned to the peak, if they weren’t all frantically searching for their missing, delusional, violently ill pack mate they were going to wish they had suffered such a pleasant fate as falling delusionally, violently ill because it would not compare to what he was going to do to them. Caretakers, my ass. Meanwhile, Allure had finally recognized him (after a brief moment of thinking he was cute, which had caused a rather discomforting perk of an eyebrow and a whole new slew of caretaker cursing under his breath…). Under normal circumstances, Sinistra might have been put-off by what the Iota said — she didn’t want to know him — but it was the most sane thing the ill creature had said yet. She’ll go, he said, craning head around to give a very stern, pointed look at a nearby shrub and gesturing that it ought to… leave… although the chances of that actually happening were really quite slim (thereby making the whole situation really quite realistic, he thought). Sin only hoped that it would be enough to convince Allure’s imagination that no one else was there. At least, not any more. And I’ll help you find Bronx… okay? | |
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Posted: Jul. 20, 2006 - 2:03pm
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Posted: Jul. 20, 2006 - 2:13pm
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Well, at least the bush had obeyed. One crisis had been averted, giving way to… another crisis. Still, small victories added up after a while. That was his theory, anyway. When Allure crumpled to the ground, although rather disconcerting considering how clearly ill she was, it was a relief that if nothing else there was no longer the risk of her falling head first with a thunk. That was only a valid relief until the moment she stood again, just as unsteadily, told him off and started to wobble away defiantly. Hm, Sin mused, sighing, blinking, watching from his place for a moment, all trying to figure out what to do next, …if it weren’t for acting like she’s about to pass out, I wonder how I would know she was sick. Then he followed. What choice was there? Shrug and walk off and hope some caretaker finally fixed their own medical problems (head up ass syndrome) and found her, took her back to safety? In the mean time she would “kill” every shrub she came across, and for good measure, every wolf who was in any way white… Moving along slowly behind her, Sin called out to the mark in this new game of follow the leader: Where are we going…? | |
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Posted: Jul. 20, 2006 - 2:22pm
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Posted: Jul. 20, 2006 - 2:47pm
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Watching her stumble was almost making him nauseous — not to mention he had stumbled a few times himself, paying more attention to where Allure was going and what she was doing than to the path in front of him. In fact, Sinistra had just regained his balance from snagging a forepaw on a straggling trip-rope branch when words cut through the momentary silence. He looked up just in time to witness the contact between muzzle and branch, winced, and oohed sympathetically under his breath. But that made no difference whatsoever in their “relationship”: taking a few quicker-paced steps forward trying to close the gap between them a bit, Sin’s mouth opened to speak, to ask her to stop before injuring herself any further, but was quickly silenced by what was unquestionably the most childish insult ever. Okay, the onyx wolf muttered quietly, gaze lingering upon the once-again retreating form, Why don’t you tell me how you really feel, he continued to himself sarcastically, trying to force back a wholly inappropriate smile. Scusa! Now calling out and bounding gingerly over the dangerous Swamp floor, Sinistra once again endeavored to close the gap. You know, I just talked to Bronx, Time for a new approach, And he said for your ass to follow me back home and wait for him there. So where are you going? | |
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Posted: Jul. 20, 2006 - 3:05pm
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Posted: Jul. 21, 2006 - 12:33pm
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Bingo. Except, it really had been far more easier to deal with — really — when Allure had been defiant and suspect of him. Now the tide had turned, and while it meant he no longer was subject to insults that would make a puppy giggle madly at their simplicity, it also meant Sinistra actually had to be sympathetic and understanding. Not to say that he hadn’t already been, but the situation would be much less complex if she would have kept calling him names and argued resistantly all the way back to Nova Mountain. That way nothing was too friendly, sickness or no. It’s okay, the shadowed canine said quietly, slowly closing the remaining distance between them. You’re going to be fine, Sin continued, nodding and, barely audibly, sighing. This sucked, to be perfectly ineloquent, all of it. The illness, the fighting, the drama… the fact he had no idea how to fix it without causing any more blow outs or inevitably losing. Let’s rest here for a while, that would give her a chance to regain some strength and it would be much easier to navigate out of the swamp once the sun had risen. His cure-searching would have to wait — although he also figured he could scout about the general area while they waited for dawn. Then we’ll go find Bronx. And hopefully that would be acceptable. | |
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Posted: Jul. 22, 2006 - 10:15am
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Posted: Jul. 23, 2006 - 4:34pm
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Resting seemed like more and mor of a brilliant idea the longer their conversation continued: Allure found herself grounded again, which caused Sinistra to step forward concernly, though he stopped himself from approaching too closely — trying to make sure she wasn’t injured (or at least not too badly), while also trying not to give any reason to be defended against. Second to resting, going to Silver Creek wasn’t really a bad idea. While the thought was somewhat unsettling in general (the place, he felt, was just best avoided), it was much closer than Nova Mountain and they would certainly find help there as well as someone who could go find Bronx. That was what he hoped would have happened, if they decided to go to their closest neighbors: the Alpha could scarcely imagine they would be turned away. That would be very bad for interpack diplomacy. Then they were back discussing the whole love triangle issue once again — or so he thought, until Mother entered the equation to complicate things even further. Wait… Sin stopped, blinking perplexedly, …your Mother knew about this?! Old fashioned? The wolf then mouthed without making a sound, looking around the Swamp as if to take a survey of the trees — is this making sense to any of you all? Snowflake? More hallucinations, apparently. Odd. Listen, Sinistra insisted, albeit gently, Let’s wait here for the sun, then all… six… of us… can go find Bronx, okay? | |
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 8:30am
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Posted: Jul. 31, 2006 - 4:44pm
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If you can walk again, he thought. Except he didn’t really think it: it was as if someone else had thought that and implanted it into the back of his mind secretly for him to stumble over at the worst possible time to realize what could happen if no cure was ever found. Would they all just stay insane forever? Would they keep getting worse and worse and eventually die? Or would they just recover, almost miraculously, and go on as if nothing had ever happened? What if there was no cure? How guilty it made him feel. Them? Who? The six he had spoken of? Were they really there? Now this was all too much for his mind to comprehend — concerned, the Alpha craned his head around to one side than the other to investigate what was behind him. Nothing but the same trees and low misty fog that had plagued the Swamp the entire evening. There wasn’t even the faint hoot of an owl or the dissenting crick of a cricket. It was eerie. You don’t have to leave, Sin said earnestly, now looking back towards the suffering creature having satisfied his fear that others really were lurking, that even in her insanity she still realized something he did not. But there was no such thing, or not in reality, at least. Neither does Bronx… I can make it stop… Right? | |
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Posted: Aug. 01, 2006 - 3:34pm
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Posted: Aug. 13, 2006 - 7:27am
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