T h e G r a y ~ Semi-Literate Wolf Plague RP ~ O p e n

[|~Nevermore~|]

"Where do we go?" Aimée asked, trying yo howl over the wind. The cold was cutting through her thin coat too easily and she was shaking viciously to keep warm. Her nose searched the area but got nothing. They had to get to camp, now. But how? It was such a long walk. It was then that Konan suggested going into the forest. The alpha was barely able to hear him though. She followed the brutes anyways, cringing from the pain of the wind, ice, and sbow.

(Sorry, mobile. I've been swamped busy lately)

[Wilte]

A shriek, tearing with the buffeting wind, cut mercilessly into the unfavorable dreams of the wolf who lay so still at the tree's base. The sound was eerily misplaced, not quite fitting into the events of the realm of his mind, but nonetheless was received with new adaptions until it did. It was just as quickly that his thoughts became nightmares as the wolves of his memories echoed the same screech, their faces slashing by in recognition. His pack; he was reminded against his will. Before he'd left them to their fates.
This dangerous concoction of reality and the past stirred him into life at last.
Tenshi!
In haling the cold air in a sudden gasp, Roland's eyes shot open, his pupils dilated with the remains of the dream he was leaving. He had still not fully regained his senses until stumbling on frozen limbs into the burrow, his mind reeling. His head, followed still by his shoulders, burst through the earthen hole in a matter of moments. He half expected to discover the body of the fae gripped by death, her face contorted with disease. It seemed for much too long that she was; he had been to late, and without the necessities to spare her. For a few seconds, he'd stood rigidly at the entrance, his eyes wide with inner torture as they adjusted to the lack of light. It was only then that he was able to regain himself; to call back his composure.
The fae had curled up into the back of the burrow, almost invisible in her dark surroundings. He frowned, though somewhat relieved that his imaginative, disturbing depiction had not been real. Faint whimpering danced off of the walls of the small shelter, which had taken on a foreign and much forgotten aurora of warmth. This reminded him at once of the numbness of his own legs, which seemed to be at the moment, barely able to support him. They were more of logs than of usefulness to him.
Collapsing onto his knees, slowly, like a falling tree, the male's lips escaped a small sigh.
Without looking up, for knowing that he'd already invaded her burrow, Roland submissively flattened his ears before murmuring,
"I'm sorry. . .I thought you'd been hurt. Are you. . .alright?"

(Whoa, that is a long post! I loved reading it, though. n_n)

[TheCryingWolf]

Ƴαмι иσ Ƭɛиƨнι
Tenshi sobbed, the tears dropping steadily to the floor of the den. Fumbling outside the den reminded her of Roland being here. When the brute came bursting into the den, she jumped in surprise and looked up at him. Her heart was racing and her eyes were wide. She heard him speak but she didn't understand him because of the blood pounding in her ears. Tenshi shook her head and crawled over to Roland, pressing her face into his chest. She seemed to cry harder, but feeling the warmth of another wolf calmed her. After a few minutes, she calmed down completely and took in a deep breath, wiping away the tears with a paw. She then realized that she had her face in Roland's chest. Her ears got hot and she shrinked back apologetically. She didn't look at him as she stammered, "S-sorry..."

{ Thanks! ^^ I'm so happy I actually finished it! Haha, but now I have a bit of weiter's block after that large reply xD }

[Wilte]

Roland was answered in a way he hadn't anticipated.
His gaze had drifted upwards into the eyes of the fae as she crept towards him, and to his surprise, buried her head in the downy fur on his chest. At first, he hadn't known how to react; for a few fleeting seconds he'd remained still, allowing the unexpected gesture with initial uncertainty. Hearing her soft sobs echoing on the walls of the earthen burrow, however, instilled some sort of change in him; immediately, he'd become less tense, his muscles loosening in effect. What could have possibly caused Tenshi to become so unhappy? And perhaps afraid as well; he was certain he noted the lingering aroma of fear within their tight confinement. Roland, lowering his head so that its underside grazed Tenshi's forehead, felt a pang of pity course through him. By now, his dream-induced startle had since faded away, being replaced by something much more despairing.
What was more was that he felt there was little he could do to better the situation.
Just as he felt his frozen limbs had begun to thaw, the pressure on his chest was released, and Tenshi moved away, stammering apologetically. The brute raised his brows, still remaining on the floor of the makeshift shelter, and appearing to be undisturbed by the unanticipated events.
"No need to be." Roland reassured her, his brown eyes glowing but unable to meet her averted gaze.
"I'd thought I was the only one with nightmares around here," He started, his head turning towards the snow-encrusted entrance he'd stumbled through as he observed the ongoing blizzard just outside. His voice was quiet -- subdued, even -- and lacked its usual persistent charm. "I'm sorry to see that they haunt you too." They were dark words, but the velvety texture of his voice seemed to lighten them, almost humoring the shadows laced within its meaning.

(You're welcome! ^-^ I think I must always have writer's block -- I take around a half-hour to write two paragraphs. Lol! )

[TheCryingWolf]

Ƴαмι иσ Ƭɛиƨнι
Tenshi straightened herself out as much as she could in the small den, making her look less cramped. Her eyes slowly looked up at Roland as he spoke. Nightmares. She could only wish. What haunted her was more than just a simple nightmare. What haunted her was reality, a memory. It was all too real. Tenshi frowned and when she spoke, her voice was shaky, "It's not just some nightmare, I'm afraid. It's a memory. A reality that haunts me every day of my life..." When she finished, she studied his face for a moment then looked to his eyes. She began shaking again, her ears going down and she sat awkwardly. She felt cold and alone, but she knew she wasn't alone. Roland was here, but still she felt like she had no one. Her eyes whelled up with tears again but she lifted a paw, rubbing them away as best as she could.
{Gah, Writer's Block >.< Lol, but you make some good replies none the less x3}

[Wilte]

[size=85]"Oh," Roland replied, a little taken back. Her words seemed fragile, like thin ice in the spring. Too delicate to be tread upon. With this in mind, he quietly regarded her in the dim lighting before shuffling onto his feet. He waited a few seconds before continuing, his expression now hardening, but not overly so. "I suppose it's a lot worse. . .When you know it's real." Or had been once reality, for that matter. His mind inherently flicked back to the images of his own dreams, like sorting through the shards of his dormant slumber before it had been so abruptly shattered. Tenshi's scream was fresh in his thoughts.
He wouldn't soon forget it.
While she was only a few feet away, the fae seemed at much of a distance from him, but not in the physical world. The crevice that parted through them was only stitched together by what understanding Roland could offer, beyond friendship. But nothing more. At this moment she seemed very far apart from him indeed.
His eyes followed her movement as she wiped a tear from her maw. He couldn't bear to see her so sad; it nearly pained him. The brute, in a mild show of sympathy, lowered his head.
The biting frost from the exterior of the shelter seemed to seep into the burrows depths for a moment as the wind stirred snow into its entrance, ruffling the back of Roland. He shivered halfheartedly but not for such a long duration that it could have gone noticed by the fae.



(Aw, thanks. :3 )

[Wilte]

(I edited my post; the last part is a bit different. Sorry. I just didn't like it at all. Writer's block is hitting me hard right now. X3)

[avaloafe]

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[Alpha*]

(i need a recap please.)

[|~Nevermore~|]

[[Accepted. Also, I don't think much has happened recently Alpha. There's just currently a huge blizzard swirling around.]]