For the lovely Gracie. =)



There was no question about it; he was worried. Too many had fallen ill and no one seemed to be getting any better. The first major signs of sickness had been seen from Temi in the pack meeting – though she was still at least coherent and was there to contribute sensible options – and had grown in numbers with each wolf he met and each word he heard. It was a scary thought to imagine the valley full of sick individuals, not knowing who they were or why they were here, forgetting their loved ones and their friends. The latter thought struck him hard and though there was no physical pain, Takashi winced with the sorrowful thought. What could be done?

Whispers of finding a cure had drifted along, though he was unsure of what the cure was and how exactly to go about finding it. The usual plants and herbs did not seem to work for it was a sickness of the mind within, not something on the surface such as an open gash or a high temperature indicating a fever. No, it was much more complicated and he paced about in small circles just worrying the thought over. The leaders had discussed the seriousness of the illness already, though it did not make him feel any better when there were a few who seemed to have gotten the sickness.

His best guess was that it came from something consumed, either food or water. Air did not seem likely for he had been around a few unwell friends and he had not come down with anything. It made him wary about the type of food he ate and where he drank his fill. The whole valley was now suddenly dangerous, now that the wolves were unsure of just what exactly caused this epidemic. Even he was stuck with such a question unanswered.

I'll post again to end it, the other thread. =)



Thus far, the place had been quiet, void of any other individual besides himself. The usual sounds of birds chirping and the chittering of squirrels and such still remained, common even in the dead of night. Takashi thought himself to be alone, so he was glad for a good place to sit and rest his paws awhile after all the pacing that had been done. Releasing a loud sigh, he shifted a few times to get his body in just the right place before leaning back, almost ready to curl up and take a quick nap in the forest.

However, it was not to be for as soon as his eyes were closed, loud cuss words broke the silence and sent him leaping back up to his feet once more, eyes scanning the area for any signs of the individual who caused such a disturbance. When a white female stepped into his frame of sight, he chuckled softly and released another sigh, this time of relief. At least it was not an intruder of some sort, antagonizing the dwellers and taking away food sources from the residents of the valley. This was a familiar face, a wolf he had met before and had quite a good time with.

She was truly one of a kind and at the memories, Takashi smiled. He recalled her being stuck inside the log, only to escape unscathed without even his help. Though it might have been embarrassing for her then, the two could surely laugh about it now. Ready as ever to offer a kind word and a greeting, he was struck suddenly by the reaction Gracie had towards him. She looked as if she had no idea who he was! The thought of the sickness came to him immediately, wondering if she might have fallen victim to its grasps. ”What are you talking about, Gracie?” What voodoo?

OMG, Taka feels so violated. ;_;



As familiar as she was to him, she was also very different. No longer the usual Gracie he knew, but a completely changed Gracie, one who was plagued with the illness that others were dealing with as well. Oh no, what was happening here? She didn’t even remember her own name! Instead, she labeled herself as … Captain Flint? Of Blueberry? What in the world was going on? And how could she not remember him?! Did the time spent together slip her mind, completely forgetting the fun they had?

This was what he had been afraid of upon hearing about the sickness. Those he loved would not remember him and therefore act differently, say different things, or maybe not even care at all. It seemed Gracie had been an unfortunate victim, and he shook his head in sadness, unsure of what to do, what to say. Takashi watched as she circled him, eyes roving over his body as if looking over a fine piece of meat. It scared him to see her like this. The physical touch of her against him made him wonder if this was some sort of a subconscious Gracie, doing what she wanted to do but unable to because she had been holding herself back. Well, that would be quite a topic when and if she ever returned to her usual self.

When asked to provide his name, he said it without hesitation, the name that he knew. ”I’m Takashi of Silver Creek.” He almost added “don’t you remember”, but knowing that she didn’t, he never asked. What exactly was going on through her head at the moment?

Oh noes, Gracie wants to pounce on all of them?! And I thought Taka was spechul!!! -wails-



A ship? ”No … well, if you want it to be, yes.” Perhaps it was best to merely go along with whatever she was talking about, save all the confusion for later when he could really find out what was going on. It seemed that she was in another world completely, lost in the realm of Gracie-land where she ruled as Flint and governed a ship of Blooberries. It was an odd sort of situation, one that he could imagine being told in a fairy tale, but never a true living replica such as he was experiencing at this moment.

But there was an inkling of recognition, it seemed, as she questioned the scent on his pelt, one that still had her scent lingering upon him from the last time they’d met. Ahh yes, would she remember?! Nodding feverishly, he wondered if she would regain her memories. ”Yes, we’ve met before! Do you remember now?” Tail wagged excitedly, hoping against all odds that not all was forgotten.

Yet his hopes were dashed as she pushed those memories away, instead labeling him as someone else named … Earl Tictac? Of all the names she could’ve chosen, she picked that? Did he even look like an Earl? Why couldn’t he have a cool name like Flint? Ahh, but that was not suppose to be his main concern anyway! Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, he eyed her with a question that he hoped would prove she was a little bit off in the head. ”All right. If I’m to be Earl Tictac, a crew member of the Blooberry, then where is the Blooberry and what does it look like?” Would she be able to come up with answer?