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As Styx padded around the main water body of Sparkling Springs, she found herself wondering why she'd never been here before. Though the ascent had been fairly treacherous – the rocks were slick with residue exuding from the various overspills and waterfalls – this place was rather paradisical. The weather had eroded the mountaintop into almost marble smoothness and the small lake here was placid except where it tumbled down the mountainsides. And when she paused at the water's edge and began to lap at the cool liquid, it turned out to be the coldest, sweetest drink she'd ever taken in the valley.
After slaking her thirst, the Mexican gray lifted her head and peered around. As she did so, her pink tongue darted out to wash the chilly droplets from her muzzle before she then began to sniff the air. It was a bit thinner than elsewhere, of course, due to the altitude, but it smelled so fresh. It didn't hurt that the October sun was shining in all its glory, warming the air and making it that much sweeter to breathe in.
The only bad part about this high vantage point was the wind. It whipped at her form from all sides, and Styx felt rather vulnerable up here. She was not a large wolf and was worried that a particularly powerful blast would send her tumbling down the rocky sides of the mountain. This was why, even as she explored and drank in the sights and smells, she was careful to stick to the tarn's edges and avoid getting too near the cliffsides. After all, she was small, the wind was powerful, and the ground underfoot was as smooth as porcelain; these things were ingredients to the recipe for a bad fall.
Mindful of the ever present risk, Styx nevertheless continued to make her way around the springs. She even grew curious – and perhaps bold – enough to wade into the small lake. The water was cool against her legs and the pebbles underfoot felt smooth and slippery. As she ventured farther and farther out, it felt as if she was getting a foot massage, and once more Styx wondered why she'd never bothered to come here before.
The answer to that came soon enough, unfortunately. A sudden wind kicked at the spry Mexican gray like a jackboot, causing her to lose her balance. Styx tumbled sideways with a splash, but that wasn't the end of it. A mildly powerful undertow suddenly gripped at her and sucked her sideways, and before she knew what was going on, the young medic was airborne.
As much as she loved birds, Styx did not enjoy this flying sensation at all.
Even less enjoyable was the knifing pain as she landed on an outcropping below, half in and half out of a small waterfall.
The worst part was the thought, Am I going to die? just before she blacked out.
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Nothing out of the ordinary had caused the silvery male to head for the elevated Springs, simply the lure of adventure that could no longer be stifled. He had only been perhaps once before, but whatever memories had since washed from his mind like the ink of a letter left out in the rain. While it was hard to get lost, Cypress had little to no memory of the winding snakes of water that flowed before him, trickling at his feet as they passed him and continued their descent downwards. Tom had no reason to fear for wet feathers, for he simply glided a short distance away.Yawning out the last remnants of sleepiness that lingered from morning, the Epsilon waded through the shallow pools that marked the various ledges of the Springs. Each progressive step reminded him of the need to be careful, as a thin coat of algae coated the smooth slate and threatened to cause him to slip at any moment. Thankfully he was relatively nimble due to life upon a mountain, but there was a difference between dry scree and the silky goo of slime underfoot. He managed, but it was cautious work. Every once and a while he came to a level portion that allowed him to regard the numerous falls beyond, and it was with intrigue that he regarded a large-ish blur in the distance. Whatever it was, it was ambling along quite calmly—until, suddenly, the figure ultimately disappeared. Cypress's hackles shot up instinctively, and noticed to his horror that the shape had just tumbled from the edge of the waterfall, heading for the rocks below. Instantly sprinting forward with his tail outright for balance, the Frostfur made agonizing progress, occasionally sliding upon the rocks as he narrowed the distance between himself and where he expected the fallen stranger to be. Only when he got within scent distance did he realize that it was Styx. "Tom!" he hissed between breaths, stumbling over a particularly slippery shelf of stone. "Go—get someone—anyone." Chest heaving, the archipelago paused for a brief moment, rationalizing that getting himself killed wouldn't solve the problem, either. He cast a quick glance to see that the kestrel had departed, seeking out the first wolf that would heed his shrill screeches. Anyone who had seen a bird in distress before would recognize the urgency in his cries. Satisfied that Tom was well on his way to find further help, Cypress regained his bearings and traversed the last few levels of rock with considerably subdued agility, still too distant to judge the female's condition. Hopefully help would arrive soon, and Cy wouldn't break his own neck in trying to reach her.
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The Devil was not far, with his bad ankle acting up. It would take a long time to heal from that injury, but he was thankful that it seemed to have his moods, and most of the time, even the bad moods were ignorable. The kestrel's shriek interrupted him, and he immediately adopted a pose where him having a bad ankle could not even be guessed at, until he realized that it was just a bird that had startled him. He continued on about his aimless way, but it seemed the bird was persistent, and followed with him from above.
At first, The Devil did nothing but sneer and snap at the irritating bird, but then he stopped in his tracks when a light wind brought a smell across his nose — Styx. The black wolf held an immense amount of respect for her, both from her facing him and for her forgiveness, her understanding, her kind heart. There was another scent too, a somewhat-familiar male, both scents seemed to be faint, heavily diluted, Styx's moreso than the males. For whatever reason, he was first struck by an anger, a possessive anger, but then it occurred to him...
Something was not right, and the bird was attempting to get his stubborn rear to where those two scents were coming from.
With ears thrust forward, The Devil quickly began to follow the overhead kestrel until he arrived to landing site of the waterfall. There was the small silver-black male he had met a short time before, but he could not see Styx, and the male was out in an unusual place. It was instinct that told him where his, shall we say? companion was.
With a fierce growl he quickly started leaping and stumbling over the rocks that the other had already made it out onto. The pain in his leg was ignored, overrided by desperation, but it did not go unfelt. No, he whispered as he finally saw Styx, confirmed she was where instinct told him she was. But his voice followed quickly and much louder. What are you waiting for? The Devil snapped, not waiting for a response before he heedlessly shoved past and started scrambling for the small mexican wolf, not possession the same wise calmness that Cypress did.
His stumbling had increased, his legs, stomach and sometimes chest smacking into the rocks as he tripped and fell. The thunderous falls overhead slamming down onto his back. He reached Styx, bruised. He immediately bent to her, nudging her muzzle with his nose and realizing she was out cold. The Devil was strong, but he knew he couldn't make it back without the help of the other male. And chances are, the two of them would have to fight the current back to shore while supporting the injured she-wolf between them.
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OoC – Both of your posts were great. :)
BiC – It was one thing to take a fall and another to land. Unfortunately for Styx, no miraculous bed of leaves had cushioned the impact. Now unsconscious, she lay prostrate in a small runoff, the cold water pulling at her with a mildly strong current. Perhaps luckily, it was only her hind end that lay in the rushing water that wanted so badly to pull her the rest of the way down the mountain, breaking her body as she went. Her head and forelegs were on the small, pebbly shore, giving her some purchase and the ability to breathe unimpeded despite her unconscious state.
The Mexican gray was, of course, fully unaware of the shrieking kestrel overhead as well as of the two black males scrambling to her rescue. She didn't notice Cypress's carefully calculated ascent nor the other's more frenzied climb and subsequent nudges. She was fairly dead to the world, not even the rushing of water next to her ears registering in her mind. In fact, her sleep was so deep that not even a dream – graced by Midas or any other – interrupted the perfect blackness in her head.
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Everyone's posts have been fabulous. :D
It was not long before Tom's piercing cries ceased, and Cypress was led to believe that the kestrel had either succeeded or been eaten by a grouchy carnivore. He had no time to consider whether it was the former or latter, however, as the gruff voice of a mildly familiar acquaintance assaulted his ears in a less-than-friendly question. It was Major, as the Frostfur called him, and he could not offer as much as a greeting before the larger wolf was off in the direction he had headed, wildly splashing through the water with reckless abandon.Quickening his own pace, the Scot attempted to match Major's strides and soon caught up to the ebony canine, breath still short from the dangerous sprint. His lookalike had clearly suffered a few minor injuries, but it did not stop him from tending to the unconscious female's needs. It was clear that the two would have to share the load if they expected to transport Styx across the pool. Striding to the mexican gray's side, Cypress whined with active concern and positioned himself at her other flank. He cast a quick glance to Major with the obvious intention of using their combined force to lift the Novan and support her between their bulk. Though the smaller of the two, Cy still had some weight on Styx, and it would be slightly awkward rather than impossible. Leaning in to bury his shoulder beneath the small female, who was out cold, the Epsilon awaited the return pressure that would enable them to raise her. "Let's go," he breathed.
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The black male nodded in response, and positioned himself. With their combined strength, the mexican she-wolf was soon supported as the two males entered the fast-flowing water. It was a difficult swim, supporting Styx and treading the current from the falls, but both Cypress and The Devil were strong and determined, and although the river carried them downstream, both soon made it to the banks with their companion, easing her onto safe, dry land.
He gave Cypress a brief nod, for a job well done and to apologize for his snap when Styx was still on the rocks. His attention on the other male was fleeting, as he turned immediately to look his companion over. She was bruised, scratched, bleeding in some areas even, and out cold. The Devil took a step aside, shook himself fairly dry, and then was back at the female's side. He sighed, shaking his head. She could be out for a while... he said quietly.
As he looked at her, helpless, the black wolf felt a strange tug on his soul and heart. And almost without thinking, he lay at Styx's side, his weight there to support hers, caressing her soaken muzzle with the side of his own. He moved from there to the scrapes on her face, cleansing them with soft washes of his tongue, his own leg injuries forgotten. Several moments passed before he lifted his head to look back at Cypress.
I'm not too wise about healing, he said as quiet as before, hoping the other could be a bit more help to Styx. But in the meantime, in the absence of clouded judgements and thoughts, and in the absence of anger to oppress his inner-self, he lay his neck across hers, offering warmth.
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OoC – D'awww.
BiC – As the two males eventually reached her and then fleetly and efficiently removed her from the water with a bit of teamwork, Styx remained completely unconscious and limp. Not only was she unaware of her heroes, she was also oblivious to the fact that she was covered in scratches, bruises, and other injuries. No pain registered in her sleeping mind, though once she woke, the Mexican gray would be in a world of agony. The surface cuts and abrasions were one thing, but something that neither The Devil nor Cypress – nor the unconscious Styx herself – knew was that one of her ribs had splintered during the fall and that microscopic pieces of shrapnel had subsequently shredded at her adjacent organs like little teeth.
As the larger of the two males pressed himself close to her, draping his neck over hers and offering her comfort and warmth, the petite Mexican still remained motionless. But something about the contrast – The Devil's relatively dry heat compared to her frigid dampness – made her mind come alive. Suddenly, all was not blackness. Instead, a dreamy rendition of Styx was wandering through a dry, sunny steppe that filled her brain. There was no pain or worry as she moved about, but then, rather abruptly, her foot gave way beneath her and she was falling again, this time only in her head.
But though the fall was merely figurative, Styx jerked when she landed. Her pale golden eyes snapped open and she made to lift her head. Even as she did so, she noticed that something heavy was pinning it down. But she didn't attempt to wriggle out from underneath it, for her sudden movement had caused shooting pains to rack every corner of her body. The only thing the half conscious wolf could do then was squeal unceremoniously at the pain, a noise which eventually led into a plaintive and seemingly endless whine.
Oh, gods, it hurts.
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As the Devil bent over her motionless form in an effort to provide warmth, Cypress winced as he surveyed her body. Only the most obvious physical wounds were apparent: scratches, cuts, and bruises, but such a fall would surely do other damage as well. Frowning, he turned to his conscious companion and gave an understanding nod, bowing his head before turning slightly. "I'll be back as soon as I can... I know something that will help. Just," he glanced down at semiconscious Styx, "Try to clear her wounds out. She probably won't like it, but it's important for them to be clean, or the herb won't work." He neglected to say that the administration of his chosen herb upon dirty flesh would likely halt the healing process, the tone of his words likely portrayed such concern."And try not to let her move, if she tries," he warned before springing off, paws scattering some wet scree as he nimbly skirted the pool's side in search of comfrey, the healing herb that he sought. He had only been taught the basics of healing, but instead of learning about the basic remedies for particular ailments, he was instead taught only a few. Many only grew in Scotland, but comfrey was a rare exception. If he had any luck, the damp-loving plant would grow close to the springs; the only concern was the lack of flowering blooms to betray their identity. Nosing through the foliage, Cy caught the most brief glimpse of a greyish purple, bell-shaped flower, long past its prime and already beginning to brown. Luckily enough, it was not the flower he needed, but the root, and Cypress gingerly plucked the plant from the ground. Shaking lightly to dislodge the few clumps of dirt that clung to its black, fingerlike tendrils, the Frostfur grasped his quarry and headed back to where Major and Styx lay. Hopefully he wouldn't be too late, and the Novan's wounds would be relatively free from dirt and grit. Pausing a few yards away to drop his prize upon the stone, Cypress took a large mouthful, leaves, root, and all, and began to chew at the leafy bulk. The root itself tasted somewhat bitter and was not altogether unpleasant, but the paste he was making was and external rather than internal remedy anyway. Comfrey was known for its wound-healing properties, as well as the gradual fixation of bone. Satisfied that the paste was a decent consistency for their requirement, the Epsilon strode to the Devil's side and dropped his greenish bounty. "Okay. It needs to be applied to her wounds—hopefully they're clean enough—so it can start the healing process. It should be okay, they don't look to deep. Try it out with your paw." Then, spitting slightly to the side, Cypress stepped back to wash out his muzzle with a mouthful of cool water. It wasn't toxic, but he'd probably be ill if he ingested too much of the root. Hopefully the Devil wouldn't oppose to his hands-on medical lesson.
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When the black wolf felt the female move his hopes rose, but she immediately was struck by down with pain, her squeals and hearts shattering all hints of hope and lancing through his chest. He tightened his embrace on her, shifting himself so that the full length of him was curled around her backside, offering the most support and warmth. He felt however useless, until Cypress spoke. The Devil was quite limited with his knowledge on herbs and healing — he knew a few tricks here to help himself but he was useless for his unconscious companion. Fortunately, Cypress seemed to know what was required, and The Devil returned his nod.
He did not hesitate to follow through with the other male's instructions. He softly licked her cheek first, whispering, It'll be alright, before he moved to attend to the other wounds on her body. The black wolf was meticulous with his cleaning, and ever-so-tender, washing the wounds with the softest licks and keenest attention to detail. Once in a while he would touch her ear or cheek with his nose, just to reassure her. He began to feel anxious for the silver-black male's return, and thankfully, it was not long before he did.
He was curious about what Cypress brought back, but even more-so when he instructed him to apply it to her wounds. The Devil looked at him with an arched brow, before turning back to look at Styx. With a shake of his head he resigned to the task. First, cleansing the pad of his paw with his tongue before taking some of the paste onto it. He applied the paste liberally and cautiously, making sure his fur or nails did not irritate the wounds, and that the paste would do its job. When he had finished, he reluctantly stood to his feet, abandoning Styx's side. He proceeded to wash his paw in the water.
When he had finished, The Devil made a comment as he walked passed Cypress. You'll have to teach me more, sometime... but his focus was on his companion. He returned to her side, once more his neck across her own. It's just a waiting game now, isn't it... he said.
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Though the two black males shuffled about, busily doing what they could to assist their pained friend, Styx was not really aware of what was going on. Her consciousness was as frail as the gossamer wings of a butterfly, and the agony kept threatening to chuck her back into the darkness. She was struggling against it as hard as she could, knowing full well that the more awake she became, the worse the pain would be. At least feeling it would mean she was alive. Even in her scrambled mind, Styx knew that succumbing to sleep could – and probably would be – the end to all pain as she drifted into eternal sleep.
Gotta fight.
Gotta fight.
Gotta fight.
Gotta fight!
Gotta fight!
Gotta fight!
GOTTA FIGHT!
GOTTA FIGHT!
GOTTA FIGHT!
This mantra echoed in the Mexican gray's head, though she didn't know if it was her voice or someone else's. Regardless, she heeded its command and tried hard to rouse herself fully. As she did so, she could have sworn she felt needles piercing her flesh, sandpaper rubbing at her raw open wounds, a dead weight crushing her throat. Unable to tell if these were real or imagined sensations, Styx was scared into full consciousness just then. No longer did she hover in a sleepy, faraway state. She burst back into real time with yet another jerk.
"HELP."
Her voice sounded strangled and Styx writhed with pain as the word screeched from her throat. Pain was everywhere. In her head, in her neck, in her chest, in her abdomen, in her feet, everywhere. She was alive, but now the hurting was worse than ever. Now that she was wide awake, she felt as if she'd fallen on a thousand pointed stakes.
"Please," she moaned. She couldn't see The Devil for he was lying behind her, but her slightly swollen eyes spotted Cypress. "Cypress. Help me. I'm dying."
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Styx's sudden movement and outburst caused Cypress to flinch and immediately leap to the fallen wolf's side, golden eyes peering down with concern as she writhed and moaned. While the Devil had successfully applied the ointment that would gradually heal her injuries, it had no real numbing qualities. Cy doubted that anything would really mask the pain that she was going through, regardless of it medicinal properties. He didn't really have time to look for another herb, but she was clearly in distress.Cypress winced and brought his muzzle to her cheek, whispering a soft, "No," before saying more firmly "You're not dying." The Epsilon was no qualified medic, and he could not really say how bad the Novan's injuries really were, but it wouldn't make sense to simply agree with the pained female's pleas. That being said, he wasn't sure entirely how to proceed, and cast a confused glance to The Devil. Moving her was out of the question, and while she probably needed rest sleep might drag her into a lonely coma. A predicament if there ever was one. Lifting his muzzle from Styx's own, Cypress said in a hushed tone, "We have to do something, but we can't move her like this." He frowned and lay down, briefly cradling her between their two bodies to share their bodily warmth.
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He was so jarred from the sudden liveliness of his companion that instead of restraining her with his neck, he jolted his head up, staring down at her jaws slightly ajar and eyes wide. She began to screech, and the black wolf felt cold dread ice over his spine and spread to his limbs, all hair rising to attention. As she writhed, he snaped back into focus and embraced her with his neck again, using his strength to keep her still without panicking her further.
Her pleas to Cypress brought him to her side, and The Devil's normally stabbing eyes were soft-edged as he fixiated them on the silver-black male. He was looking to Cypress for some sort of guidance, a leadership in this situation because The Devil did not know how to help Styx. But apparently, neither did Cypress. Both their bodies cradled her now, and the black wolf reached forward to caress her cheek with his tongue, clenching his eyes as he spoke.
I don't know He said. He did what he could do, embracing her tightly, supporting her, keeping her warm. He had enough sense to know what Cypress did about moving her or letting her rest, but past that, he felt useless, and had to contend with a lump in his throat.
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OoC – I'm evil. :)
BiC – Despite Cypress's words, Styx had the distinct feeling that death was hovering over her. Though she was fully conscious, she felt incredibly heavy and woozy, and the agony was so immense that she could scarcely breathe. It wasn't even surface pains that ailed her; the worst torture came from inside, as if something had ripped her gut open and begun to feed on her innards. Something felt like it was stabbing and tearing at her insides, melting her organs and killing her in the process. Little did she know that this was actually the truth, as pieces of bone shrapnel lacerated her inner tissues and caused massive internal bleeding.
Even as she tried hard to keep a grip on her consciousness, she felt as if she was on the verge of passing out from pain. In an effort to keep herself awake, Styx focused on Cypress's face. His soft golden eyes swam in front of her face and she then felt him lower himself and cradle her body with his. As he did this, the Mexican gray was also aware of someone else doing the same thing from behind. A pained sniff told her who it was, but Styx did not turn or attempt to acknowledge him in any way. She couldn't. With each passing second, the fiery pain within her grew, grew, grew.
Even as the two black males held her, so gentle and helpful, like two dark angels discussing how to nurse their wounded friend, Styx suddenly felt it coming. It was dark, it was frightening, it was comfortable, and it was warm, all at once. She made one last struggle against it, a silent and motionless act of evasion, but then it gripped her. It had arrived. It was here. And now it was going and taking her with it.
As Styx died there on the cliffside, in the embrace of two loyal friends, she fancied she caught a glimpse of Midas, Rayen Saqui, and a small, unfamiliar puppy waiting for her in the distance.
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I suspected it, but... wah. :`(
Took me a while to figure out how he'd react.
As Cypress cradled his companion, it was a few moments before he realized that her pulse, that had been shallow to begin with, was fading entirely. He grit his teeth against the thought and willed himself to believe that it was merely his imagination, that she was simply asleep. The typical excuse given to any pup was the one Cy was using, the utter denial that anything could happen to Styx after her brother had passed away. It was a selfish thought, but he clung to it for a moment more before closing his eyes and burying his muzzle in her thick neck fur. Nothing.Letting out a cry of anguish, Cypress pulled back and snarled, "Fuck." His chest heaved suddenly, and he turned to The Devil. "We lost her, we fucking lost her." Then, striding back to the small wolf's side, Cypress fell to his knees, engulfing his snout in the rich down of her broken chest, capturing the scent so it would never fade from his mind. For a moment his black counterpart didn't exist, and it was simply the two of them, an almost paternal bond that had never had the chance to fully develop, now torn in two. He whined, and the feathery parts of her fur not touched by water or blood fluttered like like the wings of moths, moving with each living breath. To an observer, it looked as if Styx was alive once again, but her shifting fur was merely due to his sobs.
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He was lost in a disbelieving trance as the feel of her heart beat against him slowed in its struggling rhythm, until he felt nothing. Not a muscle moved in the dark male, his own breathing and heart beat slowed, moments dragging on as he waited for another beat, another pulse. But there was nothing, would never be another anything. He tightened his embrace on her lifeless form, but his voice was lost with her life, and so was reality, until Cypress' tortured cry and voice brang him back to the present.
The black wolf looked up to the other male, his eyes empty, his face without expression. When the silver-black came back to his companions side and buried into her, The Devil stood and backed a few paces back, his head held low beneath his shoulders, ears folded, tail limp. He stood there for a long time, allowing the closer companions their moment together, before he walked back over and placed a faewell kiss on the small wolf's muzzle.
Cypress, he whispered... but he turned his face away, unable to say anything else.
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Still gritting his teeth, Cypress heard his fellow wolf's comment and didn't react, eyes fixed upon Styx's broken form. He knew that he couldn't stay be her side indefinitely, nor could they simply leave her there for the carrion birds to ravage. It was a grisly thought, but it would be in their best interests to bury her, and give her a proper "service" worthy of their comradeship. Rising, the Scot stepped from her side, but not before offering a last nuzzle similar to The Devil's.It was with a throaty rumble that the Epsilon strode a few yards from the water's edge, selecting a soft patch of earth that would never be interrupted by the spring's flow. Pausing to sniff the moist soil that bordered the rocky expanse that had crushed bone like shell, Cypress began to dig. The uppermost layer was firm but thankfully untouched by frost, and the wolf's claws easily churned the rich terra.
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It was a quiet, subdued affair as the black wolf joined the mountain wolf's side and both dug into the soil and appropriate burial site for their lost companion. It seemed it took forever for the hole to be dug, but grief had a way of dragging time on like that, disbelief too — neither able to grasp that their friend had died just moments ago. When the grave had been dug, both moved almost as one back to Styx's side, taking a gentle hold of her and bringing her to her resting place. The silence prevailed as she was settled into the Earth, and buried.
The Devil sat still next to Cypress for what seemed like another ‘forever’, before he looked to the silver-black male. He did to see if he was alright, and if he understood that it was time for them to leave Styx to her rest.
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Nope, I was hoping that you did. ^^
Sighing as he turned to assist The Devil with placing their fallen friend into the freshly-dug grave, Cypress scooped the last pile of earth upon the mound after placing her in. It was done, and he stood there for what seemed like an eternity, watching the soft curve of their work and the loose scattering of soil around it. Even Cy knew when it was time to let go, however, and cast a glance in his comrade's direction. Apparently The Devil had similar ideas, so the Scot strode over to his side and offered a nudge of companionshipTurning slightly to take a last look at Styx's tomb, knowing that he would remember its location and feel the same pain no matter how long he stared at it, Cypress finally blinked and took a step forward. His was a silent question that they depart together, and perhaps wander for a while, continuing as a pair for as long as their paths lay parallel before splitting their separate ways. They both probably needed it. So, without another moment's delay, the Frostfur began to walk, his larger associate (presumably) not far behind.
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He had respected the silver-black male before, but now as the two shared a touch of comradeship it was then that their relationship meant all that much more. The Devil looked to the mountain wolf now as a companion and someone he could even look to for advice if ever needed. Yes, he followed behind as Cypress left, eventually the two were side by side, but it was inevitable that the soon would part as their walking continued.
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