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Just an old memory - Chai - January 01, 2020

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It was all a blur. Everything. Time had long since lost its meaning to Chai. Days meshed into weeks and then into months. How many didn't matter. Even if she had known, she wouldn't have cared. Her world, by some turn of fate that she couldn't quite grasp, had been flipped upside down. Some way, somehow, she had become separated from Kaistleoki. Whether it was of her own free will or completely by accident, Chai couldn't remember. She didn't care enough to seek them out, for she was too tangled up within her own, self-induced troubles. And so it was with great irony, that when she finally did appear in Teekon again, that it was in the very same territory in which the pack once called home.

It was deserted. The riverside sanctuary was abandoned, caches gone. Not a wisp of a scent to be found. Devoid of life, save for the distant cawing of ravens, tailing the wolf in vain hopes of finding a meal. The cream and russet girl by contrast, was much less alert. She didn't even seem to recognize where she was. Collapsed in the snow, she huddled into a tight little ball of unkempt fur. Looking close, she had lost considerable weight due to the recent famine and being on her own. The vertebrae of her spine were just barely beginning to show, a hint of the severity of her condition. Her form shivered as sheets of blinding snow poured from dark clouds above her head. Dull blue eyes pried open, fixating on the shelter of a tree line some ways ahead. But in her eyes was no will to move - she only stared on, unseeing, muzzle nestled between the folds of her legs. It would be getting dark soon, which meant the temperature would plummet. Her sides heaved with a great sigh. She was too lost to care.



RE: Just an old memory - Aningan - January 01, 2020

Curiosity drove him from the confines of the territory, trailing along a waterway; it was not the ocean, this water lacking that familiar sting of salt, but he didn’t mind. He had no intention of disturbing its surface, fully aware of what shock awaited him with the river’s chilling grasp. But he was interested to see where it might take him, and so he followed along the bank, eyes ahead and searching—seeking out an end, although one seemed loathed to make an appearance. Rather than the river’s pooling point, he spied a mound in the piling snow, which was not entirely unusual. Yet, something about it stood out and roped in his interest, the overall appearance not quite right.

And how right he was to investigate, his increasing nearness to the mass revealing the physique of a wolf.

Aningan did not immediately see the slow rise and fall of the woman’s thinned frame—all he took notice to was how a blanket of snow was slowly coating her, and how her eyes stared ahead, dull and glassy. His body froze up, panic taking hold, then propelled forward. Without hesitation, the bear was upon her, shouting, UkuKsi!” and, should she remain unmoving, digging at the snow surrounding her.



RE: Just an old memory - Chai - January 07, 2020

Someone was approaching. Through the snow, she heard the crunch of their footsteps. But her ears failed to move. Even as his towering white form hovered over her, calling out in a strange tongue, Chai didn't move a muscle. Normally, the docile she wolf would have been overjoyed to see someone...anyone. She may even have come running up to them as if they were an old friend, had she been lonesome enough. 

There was none of that. Not today. The only sign of life was the shifting of her eyes up towards him. Blank and unseeing through the dull sheen of tears that would never come, she could not distinguish him between the massive wolf he truly was, or a polar bear from the far north. The cold and fatigue were beginning to play tricks on her mind. Perhaps it was for the best...seeing false visions and not the cruel reality of the world. Before dropping her icy stare back to the nothingness before her, a single whine, barely able to be registered by the ears, emerged from her.



RE: Just an old memory - Aningan - January 13, 2020

smol pp—kick me if you want anything changed!

The shift of her gaze went unnoticed—he was far too busy digging at the snow, trying his damnedest to get as much of it away from her as he could; for as much as he pushed away, the sky opened up and cast more down unto them. It was a lost cause, his efforts futile; he wondered if he should give up, knowing not if she was even still alive—but then he heard her whine, ever so quietly, and knew he had to keep trying. She was still alive and Aningan refused to allow that to change; whilst a stranger she may be, he lacked even an ounce of cruelty in his body.

Abandoning the idea of digging the snow away from her, the male stepped forward until he was nearly standing over her. Gingerly, he reached for her scruff and, should she not resist, intended to pull her out of the snow and to the nearest shelter he might find; which, luckily for them, was not too terribly far off. There was a den nearby, abandoned by an unknown beast, that he happened to spot on the trip over. If he could just make it there and get her out of the elements, he hoped it might better her chances of survival. But, as it was, the process was a slow one—and so he tried tugging her upward, attempting to encourage her to stand and, if she had the energy, walk along with his assistance.



RE: Just an old memory - Chai - January 29, 2020

She felt teeth gently clamp over her scruff. Not to puncture or tear, but to assist. She gave no reaction other than a shivering twitch of her skin at the contact. The glossy sheen over her eyes begun to fade. She understood that he meant to help her. To take her somewhere, that was presumably safe. The question was whether of not she was willing to put forth the effort on her part.

In her he sparked a glimmer of hope, this benevolent yet so simple act. It was enough. Freezing to death out in the open did sound like a terrible way to die, after all. Chai may be lost in a void of hopelessness, but her body had not lost the will to live. Weakly, on shaky legs, she attempted to rise. She stumbled once, twice. Then found her footing, however precarious and leaned in against his side for support. Unseeing of where he was taking her, she wordlessly let the white stranger guide her to shelter.



RE: Just an old memory - Aningan - February 14, 2020

The efforts put forth were met with efforts of her own, however minimal. But Aningan was patient—he let her take her time and find her footing, offering his body as support. And once ready, his own movements slowed to match her pace, helping her along. It was a slow task, steps mindful, as he led her towards shelter. And when the shelter was finally reached, he remained upright with her, shielded from the winds, so that he might catch her if she fell.

“You can rest here,” he told her, watching the female carefully. Could she understand him? Was she able to hear him? Concerned, Aningan waited until she made a move before settling down himself.



RE: Just an old memory - Chai - March 08, 2020

Drawing on what little strength she had, once they had stopped in a sheltered spot away from the chilling wind and snow, she turned to look at him with eyes long sapped of life. All that was there was a hollow sadness that carved creases onto her delicate face - a face far too young for such a look. Her skinny shoulders shook, not from fear, but from the cold she had been subjected too for so long. 

Looking up into his kind eyes, she couldn't help but remember so many others she had met here in the Teekon. Would they have done the same as he had? Would they care? Surely her family would not. "Y-you needn't have wasted your time..." She said in a frail voice. "I already believe myself too far gone..." How cryptic the words were. But it was what she felt. Chai had no sense of self worth-left. Giving in just would have been so, so easy.