Mountain Sound -- open

[Darago]

--deep into the mountain sound

Notes;; open to one, and one only

A white blur ran through the forest with no destination in sight. He flew across the ground as if he had feet for wings. Leaves brushed his fur as he ran around, over, and under trees. He was young and free, there we no limitations to stop him. He wasn't scarred from battle, he wasn't stung by loss. He was just there to enjoy life. The sun trickled down through the leaves to make the forest look bright and alive. With every breath he found a new scent. The forest was so full of life and growth. He could feel it beneath his paws.

The white wolf ran, ran, and ran until he reached the summit of the tallest mountain. He looked out and he saw he entire forest below. The lush green rolled on for as far as the eyes could see. There was a break in the center where the glittering lake lay. The sun had started to set once he had reached the end of his journey. The wolf moved down the mountain side and found his home. Feeling content with life he shut his eyes and immediately woke up.

Darago had been sleeping under the upturned roots of a tree. It had all been a dream. A wonderful, amazing dream. He let out a long sigh at the thought of it. in the dream his left ear wasn't scarred, nor was his flank. He had also been quite young and not going on four and a half years. He savored the dream for another moment before rolling out of his makeshift nest. 

He crawled out from under the roots and walked over to sit by the stream that ran by his home. He stuck his muzzle into the cool water to drink. A few moments later he raised his head. His left ear might not be in top shape, but his nose was. "Who's there?"

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

Rueff hesitated. His mind struggled feebly for a thought, anything, anything at all. And idea, a sentence, a plan of action. One single sane scrap of life inside his blackened skull. Alas, the silence in his cranium was deafening. Where was Rueff? He hadn't the slightest idea.

To say in the least, when he left his pack, and Yechta, the one thing tethering him to sanity, and when Rueff had left them, he may have taken a turn for the worse. Inky darkness seeped into his cleansed veins. Oh, how he wanted to be good, but you can only be sane for so long. Before your demons catch you.

Rueff's lips moved before his mind did. "A friend." You could hear the malicious smile in his voice. And he padded towards Darago, who resided on the other side of the stream. Shame. It was not too deep, nor did it run fast, but swimming hurt his crippled leg, and he couldn't be bothered getting wet.

A Cheshire grin began to spread across his face before it faltered. He paused, hesitated, shaking his head angrily. Dont you dare. He had worked so hard to quell his madness. It came in bouts, some strong, overwhelming cases of absolute madness, where he could forget memories and places and everything about himself, and all he craved was suffering. Pain, feeling it, or seeing it written across another wolf' space - that was his medication. His source or clarity. This bout of madness needed little prescription. He hoped this one would pass.

Because sometimes they never do

Rueff is not a bad guy. Just... misguided. Split. Crippled. And a tad mad. As his brain finally kicked into gear again and he drifted off into his little world, he almost forgot Darago was there.

[Darago]

--deep into the mountain sound

Notes;; -----

"A friend."

Darago looked at the black wolf with a guarded gaze. He hadn't liked the sound of the wolf's voice. He highly doubted the wolf was any sort of friend of his. Then again, he shouldn't be quick to judge. He was just cautious at this point. He had seen too much not to be. Besides, there was something about this wolf that seemed familiar.

His eyes were curious as he watched the emotions flick across the black wolf's face. It wasn't really emotions as much as expressions. The grin had made him worry, but he was curious when it failed. Just what exactly were this other wolf's intentions? What was he thinking? Darago was by no means a nosy prick, but he did want to know whether this wolf was safe or not. Again, it wasn't as if he couldn't fight, but more of he didn't want to.

"I... I know your scent." Yes! Darago had smelled this wolf before. Not recently, but long ago. Back when he was more apt to roam the woods and talk he had come across this scent. Even a name, but he could not remember it. "I will ask again, who are you?" His tone was not harsh, but it was firm. He didn't want to be rude, but he did want to know who this wolf is. "I'm Darago," he offered.

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

"I-I know your scent"

Rueff wrinkled his nose. To him, he still smelt of flowers and pollen other wolves. He sighed with exasperation and he sat down, lifting his bad leg up to scratch behind his ear. Whoops. He felt the lancing pain as he lifted his leg, but he was used to that. Then he remembered he had no ear. He slowly brought his aching leg back down. Thoughts were like scrambled eggs in his head.

"Rueff" he sneered. Darago... It did not ring a bell. But many names and faces at the time did not. He needed something to work for to quell his madness. Like when he was good for Yechta. Or when he was there for Mataa or Abrina. But now the impeding loneliness crashed down on him, threatening to drown him, and the one reflex his brain had to give him relief was to leave it all behind. Forget it all. But the holes in his head always made him bitter. And when he loses his grip on current time, he goes back to his old ways.

The one thing he fought not to do

[Darago]

--deep into the mountain sound

Notes;; -----

The white head tilted to the side as he watched Rueff lift his leg. It was as if he were trying to scratch an ear, but he had none. He wondered how the other lost it. His own ear had a large cut, but he still had it. Then there was the missing leg as well. Then the other male mentioned his name.

"I've heard of you." Yes, but where? For some reason his mind brought Broken Shadow to the front and he winces internally. He did not want to be thinking about her at the moment. That just brought up painful memories. Not because the memories themselves were sad, but rather the thought that it was all gone. It was his fault, too. He had left the woods for longer than planned one day. He wasn't sure where they were anymore. He highly doubted they were still mates. Wait, no, Rueff was there. He was NOT thinking about that now.

"Why are you at my home?"

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

Rueff snickered, standing up. He placed his feet delicately, flexing his claws when they left the ground. It would look more menacing if he could circle the white wolf, but with a river separating them, what could you do?

"It's a beautiful day, my friend! Birds are singing, sun is shining, some wolf is probably dying. What more could a wolf ask for?"

He plopped himself down again. He needn't be up. Why did he get up? He couldn't remember. He hadn't the slightest idea. He barely remembered the words that just left his lips. And then he thought over Darago's words and realised he had left a fragment unanswered.

"Why wouldn't you have heard of me?" Rueff puffed his chest out indignantly. "Successful alpha of the dying pack Amaryllis. Recovering cripple that is now a force to be reckoned with. No thanks to Broken Shadow, I might add." Rueff grinned to that. For some unknown reason, he did not hate the femme for what she did. He should, but didn't. They were just too... Like-minded. He was still bitter about it, sure. He wasn't a complete psycho. Yet.

He flopped down into a laying position, tipping his head to the side as he rattled off his abbreviated life story. "Heart-throb to the many women of this era. Rueff, the one and only legend!" He grinned a bit too wildly, as he flexed his claws.

[Darago]

--deep into the mountain sound

Notes;; -----

Darago decided not to comment. He was rather out of his depth with how to react to all of this. He honestly thought that Rueff was more than a bit insane. He hadn't met another wolf who would act quite like this. It was interesting, yet still worrisome. 

He kept silent as Rueff spoke again, though for a different reason this time. He had heard of that pack, but now he knew where he'd heard of Broken Shadow. Yes, she had mentioned Rueff to him back when they were still mates. That explained a bit. He had never known the full account of what happened. Looking at Rueff made him think he didn't want to know.

"I could honestly care less about how many mates you've had or what pack you're in'. I know how I know you now. My mate used to be Broken Shadow." 

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

"Yeesh. Tough crowd. You poor fella" Rueff cackled again. He raised his stump of a tail and thumped in into the dirt in a stump-tail impression of wag. He blinked, but only one eye closed, the other socket black and empty. Small, shredded remained of an ear sat atop his head, and his face was adorned with a long, ugly scar. Not to mention the leg that had nearly cost him his life so many times until Yechta barely "healed" it.

All war wounds from the wolf Broken Shadow. The only one wolf he had ever met to be crazier than himself. And to think that this innocent (but cranky) wolf spent day in, day out with her? The idea was absolute ludicrous

[Darago]

TEMPLATE BY HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0 HOLD YOUR HORSES NOW DEEP INTO THE MOUNTAIN SOUND Notes;; ----- "Well, she was different back when I first met her." he responded, albeit a tad defensively. It wasn't as if he wanted to admit she had gone insane at one point. "Either way it's long over now." He felt bad for the other wolf. To had been attacked so badly... He shot Rueff a quick glance. "What did you do?" He was arguing with himself. Did he want to know or no? He might not like like the results, but... Oh, he was curious. He just hoped that it wasn't an unprovoked attack by her. That was... He would never be able to look at her in the same way again.

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

Rueff pursed his lips. Usually the details were burned fresh into his mind, but with the ongoing civil war in his mind it felt like he was seeing through water. He hated that night. He always will. So he would keep it brief, like every time he told the story. He was not looking for pity, but there was nothing to hide either.

"It's pretty simple. My one and only ally, TenderHearted - yes, I know, unfortunate name. His parents must hate him. TenderHearted got jumped by Broken Shadow and a young, dweeby prodigy of hers named Discord. And they tried eating him, so I popped in save his butt, and he hid away and left me in a two on one fight. So as Broken tried eating me and Discord tried ribbing my very pitiful leg off, I ended up like this." His lip curled up as he finished. He did not intend for him to snarl, but when recounting such a sore point, it was kind of inevitable.

He rested his head in his paws. "Some mate you had"

[Darago]

--deep into the mountain sound

Notes;; -----

Darago sat completely still as he listened. At the end of the short tale he wasn't moving. He knew that she could... The fact that she had tried to eat... He wanted to say 'I'm sorry', but he doubted it would do much. Most wolves didn't like pity anyway. He opted to go a different route instead.

"Do your injuries still hurt you? I've had encounters with healing before." Yes, after his brother had tried to kill him. "I've picked up a few things over the years for aches and pains. It's by no means a cure, but it should make it hurt less." He picked himself up from off the ground and started to turn back to his den. He paused and then looked back at Rueff, "That is, if you want."

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

(Eek! Sorry! My phone died last night and I didn't have the charging chord >.<)

Rueff shrugged. His injuries did still hurt, even after one, possibly two years after infliction. No, his missing eye did not hurt, nor his missing ear, though hearing had felt clouded through that ear. But his leg... It hurt. But he was used to it. No, his leg was wasn't missing. Just... slightly mangled. Dislocated or broken for years after the fight, with mangled nerves here and there. And dead muscle from it not being used. But Yechta exercised him, and pushed him to his limits and one day there was enough strength to actually hold him! But there would always be the pain of wrongly healed bone and nerves. It was always worth it. Through the agony he could walk, and run, and be self-reliant once more. Pain was part of the package.

But hey, if Darago could make the package better, he wasn't about to turn down that offer.

He stood and shook his pelt, then waded into the chilled water. He bared his canines into a relentless smile. He had no fear of being swept away. When he reached the other side he flexed his paws, trying to shake the nipping cold in his paws. He flattened his one ear to his head and he said the words he hated

"If you wouldn't mind"

[Darago]

--deep into the mountain sound

Notes;; It's fine... i forgot to reply before going to bed last night ;;

The white male nodded then crawled back into his den. He moved over to the corner where kept some herb for his own pains. Grabbing a few in his mouth he went back to Rueff was. He placed them on the ground to show him what they looked like before he picked them up and started chewing them. Once he felt as if they would make a good enough of a paste he awkwardly spit it out onto his paw.

His body was sort of hunched and leaned to the side in order to compensate for him not using a front paw. "You'll have to come here so I can put this on your leg. I'm guessing that is where it hurts the most." his paw was turned almost pad up and twisted toward him in order to keep the pulp from falling. "It should keep the pain at bay for a while, not sure how long."

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

Rueff wrinkled his nose in obvious distaste for the sticky, disgusting pulped mix coated in Darago's saliva. How wolves willingly did this, he would never know. Even after watching the miracles Yechta had pulled off with her flower power, he was still dubious about the affects of herbs. He suppressed an exasperated sigh as he padded over to Darago, his paws still numb and throbbing slightly. He dumped himself onto the ground into a relatively uncomfortable sitting position. He tried to hide the growing dislike for the idea of the slobbery pulp matted amongst his black pelt. He glanced at the ugly discoloured pink puckered skin of the permanent scars that would mark him. That was a Discord infliction, but it did not mean Broken Shadow had any less part in it.

His top lip pulled away from his teeth slightly. He screwed his one eye shut. He hated the mere thought of being given help, but his pride had been whittled down slowly until it was practically meaningless. "Fire away"

[Darago]

--deep into the mountain sound

Notes;; don't mind me, I'll be trying out different templates

He nodded and turned his paw the right way over the mangled leg. He rubbed the paste over what looked to be the worst of the scarring. He tried to make sure to get as much of it as he could without running it too thin. Once he was done he walked over to the stream and washed his paw off. He also took a few drinks of water to try to wash the taste of the herbs away.

"These herbs are pretty easy to find around the forest if you need them. Just chew them up and apply them to what hurts the most. Though, they don't work on open wounds." He had learned that the hard way. "It should take a few minutes to kick in." He just hoped that it would work as well for him as it did for Darago. He still was in shock-- and anger-- over what ad happened to him. Any last remains of the feelings he once held for Broken Shadow were completely shot by this.