Scandalous (moving RP)

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~Simbari~

Simba sighed. "Now that's where you're wrong. " she said, in response to his ending. "I've always been unimportant. I don't have anything, I don't have anyone. Sure, I have a pack that cares about me, led by the greatest alpha in the world, but I can't help feeling so alone... My past is horrible..." she said sadly. She stuck out a paw, with a faded gash on it. "From my brother." she explained. She stuck out her other paw, missing a claw. "My sister..." she said, sighing. She flicked her ear, a chip taken out of it. "Hunters. Bullet went through my ear." she said. She looked to her left thigh, which once had a huge jagged scar across it. "I used to have a huge scar here, from my Mother. It's faded away now..." she said quietly. "And I had three broken ribs from my father, a broken nose from the healer of my old pack, patches of fur missing from multiple wolves, and too many more injuries to count. All caused by wolves who claimed they cared. My mate... He even scarred me, across my side. But it's disappeared. Even my pups hated me... They would purposely claw at me and bite me for no reason." she said, tears falling onto the ground. "My physical scars may have healed, but my mental ones never will." she said, crying softly now. "No one has ever cared about me. No one has ever been truthful to me. No one has ever wanted me. No one has ever had my back. No one has ever loved me... No one has ever had anything to do with me, and they never wanted to." she cried. "I've been through so much that I can't even sleep at night without dreaming of horror and torture, remembering that terrifyingly horrid week when I was that torturer's favorite prisoner... All I can dream of is the moments when I saw my parents killing my siblings, abandoning them. I was one of them. They tried to kill me when I was a month old. Ater they failed, they dumped me off in the forest, where I got mauled by a bear and almost got killed..." she said, sobbing now. "That's all I see when I close my eyes. Horror, violence, blood. No caring, no love whatsoever. Even though I saw many others hurt, I got the worst of it." she cried softly, burying her head into Cray's fur. "I can't take it, and that's only half of the pain, torture, and suffering...." she cried. "No one truly cares, no one will. No one truly loves me, and no one ever will. I will always have a life of solemness and pain, alone... Forever."

[-goldleaf-]

Cray wrapped a strong ((im just going to say arm, but its really one of his front legs, arm just soudns so much betterXD)) arm around her shouolder and let her cry into his dark fur. he made gentle hushing sounds in the back of his throat and curled her into his chest gently. when she started to quiet down a little he squeezed her gently, "If it makes you feal any better... i was a slave once. Ive seen it all." he said with only a slight pause. "maybe you just have to wait a bit longer to find the ones that love you. you cant ever give up hope." he murmered, knowing his words fell somewhat flat in the reasuring side of things, "You can sleep in my den tonight if you like, Kirsten will probably come sleep in there as well, since she'll force Pheonix into hers. which is all the better, no one can feal sad with her around." he said, changing the subject somewhat quickly

[geinkotsu]

Kyrasael softly traveled through the forest, making his way to a secret path he usually used. Though… right now it seemed very unappealing. He weaved through the trees that only seemed to become denser and made the forest darker. And he soon came across a waterfall. It wasn’t very large, maybe seven, maybe eight, feet tall. It was part of the stream farther down where he had last saw Tate. Kyrasael put a paw on the rock, hopping up onto one rock at a time, and being very careful. His leg throbbed with each hop, distracting him for a moment before he continued. He easily got up to the top, walking through the water the hock- or, as two-leggeds would call it, their ankles. Which was just about halfway up their hind legs, unlike near the foot for the two-legged.

He trudged through the slightly deep water, legs sloshing in the water and making noise against the background of the waterfall a few inches to the right. Kyrasael came to the bank, struggling to get up the muddy slope. Damn… how sad was this? The big bad loner wolf couldn’t even step up onto the bank… But he dared not call for help. He would not burden anyone. Kyrasael, kept his two forefeet on the bank, pulling himself up onto the bank. But he only got halfway before slipping on the crumbling muddy bank and fell back into the water.

He sighed, standing there for a moment. He wasn’t going to hear the end of this if Tate or Cray found him or found out what happened if and when he got back to camp. Surely they’d note he’d be a muddy, wet, bloody and green mess… After a couple more tries, he finally got himself up out of the water and up the slight hill. But, by now, he was hurting far too much and had stopped walking on his back left leg all together. Only using three of his legs as he kept the other in the air.

Slowly, he made his way around the usual pathways he found familiar. Treaded upon former times, and time and time again. They would be used as long as he was here. Though he wasn’t sure how long that would be. And soon, he came to the edge of camp. The familiar thinned area near the rocky walls that held the caverns where the wolves took up residence. Kyrasael stood for a moment, gazing from afar. Would he… ever truly belong somewhere? He wasn’t sure about that. He felt he was destined to be alone for the rest of his lonely life. A rather sad way to look at it. But things just didn’t feel the same like they used to. He felt so… so distant and like he didn’t belong anywhere near a group.

But he promised to be his old self… he promised that to his former-mate. And he’d keep that promise. And his heart told him he had to repay their kindness. Even if it may take a while, as they had saved his life, he would repay them. He swore to himself he would, and he would stick by that.

Kyrasael walked forward, having an awkward limp as he was only using three legs. His thigh hurt to much to use it properly, and he was supposed to be resting. Perhaps he should have gone with Tate, just to avoid all this trouble. Although, it still seemed very much unappealing to have to walk with Tate. That wolf was just a boy in his eyes. Surely, sometimes he meant well, but he just didn’t know when to shut up and keep things to himself. Kyrasael paused when he saw Cray and another wolf alongside him, crying into him… His eyes lingered for a moment, but he knew he should not interfere and passed along. He wondered to himself… how many times had he not cried out when he was drowning with tears on the inside? How many times had he held back his emotions… Damn, why was today so depressing? He slightly shook his head, as if to literally shake the thoughts from his head.

He had no need for those thoughts. What was done was done, so he didn’t have to linger on it. Kyrasael walked through camp, ignoring some of the stares he received as he found his den and laid down on the cold empty rock. Unlike the other wolves, he didn’t bring anything into his den. He just left it as is. Though there were a few dried blood smears here and there from past injuries. Mainly his first ones upon coming here.

He laid on his side, eyes staring at the wall before closing slightly. He would be bored here, so why not rest? It wasn’t like he could do anything anyways. And if anyone needed him, he wasn’t a hard sleeper.

[-goldleaf-]

((ahh all my charecters are doing things, well not Tate, but he wouldnt do anything anywayXD))

[geinkotsu]

((Tate could go see why Kyrasael is a down in the dumps?))

[-goldleaf-]

((hmmm i suppose, ok))

Tate slipped his head into the water and then shook it out, his fur standing up in glossy spikes from being wet. he shivered and padded back to where he had last seen Kyrasael. finding him gone, he began to follow the wolfs scent, just to make sure he got back to camp alright. he made it to the river and hesitated, seeing the distress marks in the far bank where the injured wolf had obviously stryggled a bit to get up. he splashed through the water and continued to follow the scent. he made it to camp quickly and tilted his head, surprised at how fast the wolf had gotten there.
he padded hesitantly towards Kyrasaels den and cleared his throat quietly outside the entrance, knowing the wolf could hear him, he waited patiently

[geinkotsu]

Kyrasael opened his eyes when he heard someone make themselves known… He actually hadn’t noticed that anyone was there until he had cleared his throat. He wondered why… was he that tired? Kyrasael slowly pulled himself up to a proper laying position, head raised as his golden yellow eyes gazed out at the entrance, finding the wolf standing there. “…What is it?” He asked, after a moment of silence. Hadn’t Tate given up on the scolding and the trying to get him back here? He was here now, and he was resting. That was more than anyone could ask, from him anyways.

[-goldleaf-]

Tate shuffles his inky paws slightly, "i just wanted to make sure you were ok, do you need anything?" he asked, not making eye contact until the end, with a slightly raised eyebrow in question

[geinkotsu]

Kyrasael hadn’t been paying too much attention, eyes drifting down again within the slight silence. But his gaze shifted up towards Tate again when he spoke. “Need… anything…?” He said, repeating it as if he’d heard right. A small smile came to his face and he laid his head on his paws. “I am fine.” He said. Answering both his former inquiry and the latter in one go. “Do not worry about me, it is a waste of time.” - mostly because he got hurt way too often and lived for anyone to worry anymore.

[-goldleaf-]

Tate's eyebrow eased up a little higher in skeptiscim, "Something.. wrong?" he drawled with a slight turn of his head