I'll Tell You When I Can Figure That Out(open)

[Faolan]

Faolan kept her head down, shielding her eyes from the heavy downpour. She had been traveling from the river when the sky had opened up and the water poured down from the sky like a thousand angels crying. She hoped to get to her den, but quickly saw that would be impossible. She was soaked to the bone, and she wouldn’t be surprised if the rain tuned to snow. She suddenly had an uneasy feeling, and turned her gaze upwards, gasping in surprise. Before her loomed a huge human den, much like ones from her home land. However, this one was dark, and threatening, if an inanimate object could be. Oh, it very well can, her mind reasoned. She shivered.

She could tell this place had a history, perhaps a dark one, perhaps not. It was just a quiet feeling in the back of her mind. Well, she could ponder over it when she found a dry place to sleep, and she certainly wasn’t going inside. She padded around the perimeter, and her eyes caught on a hopeful sleeping place. A part of the stone wall jutted out, and over the years, the weather and lera had created a hole of sorts, big enough to fit three or four varg if they curled up. She was very uncomfortable with getting any closer to the den, but she was even more uncomfortable with getting wet in the ice cold rain.

Hoping that the little den wasn’t home to a small bear, she trotted over towards it, and once inside, shook herself thoroughly, ears flopping. Her one white ear remained down however, as it usually did. Her other ear was beginning to be capable of holding its shape for the most part, but her one infernal ear just didn‘t seem to want to. She was just now getting her winter coat, which would be a help come somewhat late, and her fur wasn’t quite as baby soft as it used to be. She was still very small, and she looked only to be four moons old, rather than five.

Her silver eyes sparkled with a light of their own as Faolan allowed herself to get lost in her imagination, her thoughts roving over all the possible pasts this place had, and a story began to form. She let it play by in her head, and before she realized it, the pup was fast asleep, the story continuing in her dreams.

[Delilah]

//OOC: Sorry this post is so lame. I haven't rped with this character in a long time and I'm not sure where she's at... :/ //


Rain stormed down from the dreary grey sky, each little drop of water felt like a small stab to the heart. Each little drop stretched and tore open the internal wound. Each little, insignificant drop reminded Delilah of what had been and what she was running from. Each little drop was a tear, the gods crying with her. And each drop of rain washed the happiness away, if there was even any let. The caliginous storm clouds that carried the rain were nothing more then that, the carrier, like her. Nothing mattered. Not her mother, not her brother, not her family, not her pack, not her friends. Nothing mattered. She was just there: a lowly creature of the night, walking toward a place of shelter from the rain, the tears. She didn't matter, nothing did. She didn't care if some callous varg looking for a bloody death was in the castle. Because here she would be, walking right into their paws, head lifted, ready for the kill. Life didn't matter because nothing mattered. She was better off dead, and she would welcomed it today, if it was granted.

The storm raged above her head, that rain soaking her to the bone. But what did she care? Life didn't matter anymore. So a little wet, a little ragged around the edges didn't matter, if life didn't. If you gave up on living, then nothing would matter, not even the ones you loved must. Yes, the ones she loved most seemed to crease to exist in her own world because one she loved was gone. At the thought, a chocked, half-stifled whine gurgled in her throat and past her blackened lips, escaping her better judgment. Father was dead. Nothing mattered. Nothing. Because Father was gone. He was gone. Life didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Father was never coming back. He was gone forever.

Another half strangled sob escaped. Never. Coming. Back. Again, the whine coursed through her body, shaking her with it's passing. She would never see him again. Never. She would never hear him speak her name, whether it was in the stern voice or the loving one. Gone. He was never coming back. Never. Because he was dead. Delilah broke into a run, determined to chase away the thoughts, the images, that haunted her waking mind. Wanting to be out of the furious rain, wanting to disappear, she ran. Blind by her mourning and the rain in her eyes, she headed for the castle, the only shelter in sight. The muddy ground beneath her paws was slippery mush from the rain, and not paying attention to her footing, her bi-hued adolescent paws skidded in the brown muck and she fell chest-first to the ground. For a long moment she lay there, her entire muzzle covered in the slimy brown stuff, discoloring her ivory chest and muzzle, not caring who saw. After all, nothing mattered. But after a time, Delilah rose to her paws, suddenly unsteady, and slipped through the ajar door of the stone castle, mud dripping from her wet muzzle.

She felt half drowned, the stupid rain saturating her coat, the mud staining her ivory under-muzzle. Nonetheless, she moved slowly about the place, taking her time and forcing herself not to think. After a moment of quiet venturing, Delilah stopped in her tracks when her cold, dead, icy blue eyes stopped a young black pup laying on the stone floor. Great, she thought, mind heavily and sluggish. Company, just want I need. She sighed, eyes wandering around the area and finally resting on the pup again. And I bet I look so attractive. Not like that matters. Without a word to the cub, Delilah trudged to the corner of the tiny stone room, her paws leaving prints of mud as she went, and lay down, curling up into a tight ball with her tassel tucked around her chocolate-brown nose, hoping not to think about anything at all.

[Faolan]

Faolan began to wake up, yanked from her beautiful dream. The dream where her parents never died. Her family never died. But it was a dream, and does this honestly look like a fairy tale? She kept her eyes closed, unwilling to wake up. But the more she became aware of her surroundings, the more wary she felt. She pushed her emotions to the back of her mind, into the little closed-in spot like she always did, and locked them away for later. It got easier every time. She stretched lazily, and half opened her moon bright orbs. Several things hit her all at once.

One. The little niche she was in opened up to the inside of the castle. Two. There were mud-prints all over the floor. Three. Those mud-prints led up to another varg that was quietly staring into the far off recesses of some otherworldly place. Perfect.

She sat up in shock, and stammered out quiet apologies. “I-I er, I‘m re-really sor-sorry ma‘am!” she back-pedalled, stumbling over her too-large feet. “Er, I really d-didn‘t know this was your den, miss.” As she was backing up, her foot suddenly meet empty air. She fell and slid down a couple of steps slumped over in surprise, laying on her side, exposing her belly. She realized this and scrambled to her feet, then stopped herself for a second to regain a bit of dignity. She slowed down her mind and studied the she-varg for a split second. What do I have to live for anyways? A lot, considering! Interesting, her conscious usually only bothered her when she did something stupid and she knew it, but ignored it.

The fae was jet black on top, with a snowy white underbelly, throat and chin. Her icy-blue gaze bored into Faolan’s silver. Faolan quickly looked away, hiding her eyes and flattening her ears. The look she had seen in the faes eyes was that of complete and total misery. The fae looked healthy enough, other than the mud splattered all over her coat, but her eyes looked half-dead. Her tail hid most of her face, so Lannie couldn’t see much more than her eyes and her drawn back ears.

“I’m really sorry for intruding, ma’am, I’ll leave if you want me to. I didn‘t realize this was someone’s pack area.” Indeed, she could smell pack scents from all the way across the rather large space, so she definitely wasn't a kerl. She wondered what it would be like to live in a pack… Never mind that! Pay attention! She directed her gaze to the dark wolf, curious what she was supposed to do. Then she quietly began to slink out of the castle, head low and tail tucked between her legs, her ear flopping over her eye.