Wolf RPG

In her dreams, she felt something shift within her. 

A dividing of whatever was left of her soul, if it had ever been a part of her to begin with. The curse she'd been cast with, had not faded when her heart had stopped- it was in that moment that it coursed through her cooling veins and spread into her fading memories, only to find itself renewed within her consciousness the moment her heart had been struck back into life again. 

It fed on her, until she supplied it with a new host; a gambit she hadn't entirely expected to work, not knowing the dark arts herself. And with the first fluttering sensations of life, she began to feel the entity shift its focus from her aging form, and she began to know the darkness more intimately. 

She awoke and began to walk, still feeling light flutterings deep within her belly. She would feed it, allow it to grow- keep it healthy and happy so that in a month's time she might shed it and be rid of it. She would only have to last until then, she thought, and then her soul would be free. 

Until then, she would patrol the borders, a vessel for immense darkness that she kept trapped and secret within her womb.

Swordfish had expected only darkness to accompany him on his patrol. He preferred to sneak to the borders at night, to watch the foxes leap in the fields outside of the creek territory. There were few expectations when he marked the borders in the dark and fewer chances that he might have to put up with babysitting one of the young ones.

When the burly figure of Moss appeared, the yearling lifted his head and allowed curiosity to color his features. She was not a frequent sight during the late night hours. She usually kept to her peace and quiet, unless there was something urgent that needed her attention.

Moss, the young man drawled.

While she patrolled, she considered what might be required of her, when the time came to release the darkness into the world. Would it be enough, simply to have created it? To have gathered all the darkness within herself and give it a form, and then allow it to exist? She scratched at the earth to leave scent markings, and in the darkness, thought she saw something flicker for a moment in the jagged lines her claws left behind. She inspected her paw for a moment, wondering if it was something she'd created, some sort of electricity-

She froze when a name was spoken, but did not immediately turn to greet the wolf who had spoken the name. It took a moment for her to realize that she was being spoken to, and that she should assume the wolf of Moss again. She turned, and looked upon the young man with no sign of recognition, but gave him a peaceful nod nonetheless. She assigned herself the name of Moss- and panned through the memories that Moss had. She found a name, at last. 

"Shardik."

It took her a moment to settle on his name. Worry flashed inside him, white and hot. He wondered if she had discovered his real name since he had last seen her. He wondered if she knew the horrors of the bear and the tragedy that it had brought to his family's home.

If Moss knew something about his past, she did not reveal it. She only spoke the name he'd given to the dark-furred leader.

Wanna patrol? Swordfish asked her in his drawling brogue.

She turned her head to glance in the direction of the borders, as though remembering something she’d seen in a dream. For a moment, it likely seemed as though she didn’t understand him and had tuned him out. Then, she sneezed, and shook her head. Licking her lips, she seemed cured of her temporary malady.

She grunted and gestured with a swoop of her muzzle, inviting him along with her.

Swordfish followed in silence.

The pair carved a path along the edge of the creek, marking where they were able. Words were not shared, though this didn't bother the young man. He found the quiet was calming when compared to the noise of the puppies.

When they parted ways, he did not know that it would be the last time he might see her. The boy regarded her with a grateful glint in his seablue eyes. A faint wave of his tail was given in farewell. And Swordfish turned away from Moss to return to the children.