Come Join the Murder... Flock? [Ply]
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#1

Clarity had not left, he found himself understanding some things around him. He knew, he knew that he walked with an angel, he knew that she denied her place as such; he knew she saw it differently than he saw things. This was not a new thing to him - other's often saw things differently than him, this he knew. Things still flirted with the surface of the water, shadows hiding beneath, their eyes would turn up and follow him if they did not dart away. He found himself able to ignore them - he knew this feeling! He had felt it before, felt it for months, he knew this feeling and he knew that it would last; he wouldn't forget who he was for some time - right? He would hope.

Massive paws sloshed through water, churning up mud upon each splash; sometimes his paws would strike a patch of sodden grass. It would spread across the patch beneath his weight, before being lifted. He paid little attention to walking quietly; he could do it if it so pleased him, but he felt little as if he were trying to hide from the massive thing behind him that forever lived there, whispering, touching, whispering more. It was faint, he could ignore it; he feared the day when it would solidify, and take on a too real shape when he would feel its touch as he would feel his town teeth. He shook his head, shooing flies - he heeded not if they were real - and shooing the thoughts. Thinking of it would bring it back.

He stopped after a bit and stared at the strange sight. He swung his head back towards his traveling companion. Fire eye lit up upon seeing her - his ground in reality - as she drew up near him. She was small, but she was an angel in his eyes, and he found himself compelled to follow her, a guard dog on a leash, so to say. He turned his attention back to the milling strange things. "What are those?" He asked, quietly wondering if they were some trick that managed to sneak through - it wouldn't be the first time, but he figured that they were real. Their entire figure did not waver like some sort of tear in the time continuum.

After a moment of stillness, he strode forward, head low, fire trained upon the strange things, studying them. Had he seen things like this before? He thought not, but truly he could never be certain.


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Like glue... or sap. That's how she'd stuck to him, the warrior, the guardian. He, scarred and mostly coherent now that the wounds had all but healed, and she, timid and scared. A strange but fitting pair but one that seemed to get along nonetheless. She had said that she wouldn't leave him and that's exactly what she'd done. They wandered, not exactly going to a specific place just going as they pleased. It was enjoyable and she found herself smiling, genuinely, when she was at his side. He was a strange creature but one that she found herself drawn to. Thousands of questions followed him and the curiosity was mounting with each day that passed but somehow she managed to keep them to herself. But for how long? He was kind, he wouldn't hurt... so did she dare ask? It buzzed in her mind but she hadn't built up the courage to pose anything just yet.

Along their walks, one day she'd noticed a strange feeling in her eyes but it was minor and soon had gone away. What she didn't know was that her eyes had changed, the pupils changing to a horizontal shape which mirrored that of a deer. Perhaps it was all the better that she didn't know for it was just one more thing that would burden her... such as the flowers that started to spring from her vines and antlers. They were mostly small buds but a few were larger, showing that at some point they would bloom into relatively large flowers that she would carry around. She smelled like a flower and at first had annoyed her but now it was calming and familiar.

They wandered now to a place of water and mud where great pink birds made their home. Personally she had never seen the things alive before but she knew what they were called from others. Bjagvar had stopped and after meeting that one orange sun with her own pools of lavender she gave a quick grin and trotted on short legs to reach him. Days spent with actually getting enough food were making her sides surprisingly plump, weight was an easy thing for her to put on especially in warmer seasons.

"Flamingos." She stated quietly, stutter all but gone in his easy company. She watched as he crept forward quietly while eyeing the bright creatures. "I hear they're easy to c-catch." She watched him, curious of what he would do or if he would leave them be.


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#3

He had noticed the budding plants upon her, but he had not commented. When things swirled and pitched away, distorted and turned into horrific images before his eyes, while remaining the same for - almost - all others, he questioned little of the odd things that occurred around him. They simply were, rather only his eyes saw, or if all eyes saw. He had not, however, noticed the changing of her pupils, he had not seen their elongation, their shortening, to turn into the pupils of deer. He rarely dared to peer into the eyes of others, fearful of what he might exactly see. He noticed from peripheral only the eyes of others, but never focused upon such windows directly.

The beast had also not noticed her building number of questions - she asked none, and so he assumed that she had none, a fallacy upon himself that he never quite attributed to the minds of others. He could not understand them, just as they could not understand his, even though he had once had a mind much like theirs. The only difference truly was a crossed wire, somewhere, somewhere within the grey matter resided some fundamental glitch that changed the world for him in ways that they couldn't hope to begin to detect unless they too possessed that fundamental glitch. He had encountered few who recognized the Void, few who were willing to listen to the words that he had to warn them of the darkness that lurked beyond their capacity to see.

"Flamingos."

He cast a glance back towards her, taking in the word, rolling it over. It sounded strange, but perhaps for such distorted creatures, it worked. They walked upon stilts, the earth stretched from their feet - they had to have them, he could see some of them tucking a bird's foot near their body - as he had seen his own appear legions below him. She spoke again, his ear twitched back towards the sound. He listened when the angel spoke, listened above the whispers of Their voices, quiet for the most part, but once in a while, one would rise to a scream before the whispers resumed. Easy to catch. Easy to catch. He stared at the strange things with their long legs, their curved beaks, and their feathers the color of flowers. They mulled about, honking, dipping their beaks into the water, swishing them around before coming back up. They did this frequently, sometimes lining to make a wave with their motions - he could not be certain if this was intentional or not, although he knew little of the intelligence of birds or bird-creatures. Ravens and crows he knew were smart. As were hawks and owls. But others, he was not sure of. Perhaps all birds possessed an intelligence, although it seemed more likely to him that only certain kinds did.

Did these?

Massive paws carried him forth, one two, one two, one two, head swaying to the motion of his walk, moving nose first in a sway independent of any motion that he made. The birds moved back and forth before him, his motion both an occurrence of being stuck to the motion and trying to make up for the missing eye by swinging wide to get more information through the sight of the one. GO. He darted forward, splashing, jaws opening a second later to latch to one of the bird's wing, flared in panic at the sudden rush of something ten times their weight, larger in every way but perhaps nose.

Ears detected a pop, the bird shrieked, before wrenching itself free, leaving him with a mouth of feathers. He let them fall, before staring at the one that he'd bitten, its wing hanging limp. The others could lift, skim their bodies over the water before landing once more, thinking of their safety - he figured that they could lift higher than they did, assuming - perhaps cockily - that they were faster than a wolf. The broken one though tried to fly with one, floundering. He moved towards it, shoulder spasming around the crater that had been created from his fight with the Hunter. It moved, it functioned, but it seemed confused with the lack of muscle in the spot, the motion no longer seamless, but good enough to not hinder him too much outside of a slight limp. He lunged again bowling into the bird, knocking it down with his paws. Jaws closed upon its neck, while it flailed. A soft crack made it still before he lifted his head.

He swung around, spotting a small island. He moved towards it, padding onto rocks turned white. He found a less soiled area to drop his catch. Water sprayed as he shook it from his frame, before looking towards his angelic companion. He was unaware of the occurrence upon his face; it seemed that the color leaked from his eye - although, not only the present one but beneath the crater from the other - forming a semblance of tear marks beneath them, stretching towards the corners of his mouth. They were identical marks, spreading slowly, starting at two different points on either side of the black around his eyes, before converging into a single line.

Looking down at the brightly colored bird, he asked a question. "Do they taste good?"


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Lavender gaze watched, eyes drawn towards his deliberate movements towards the boisterous birds. For an instant her eyes slipped past him to the creatures that seemed to be paying him no mind. Were they over-confident in their abilities to fly away? Perhaps wings brought on great folly and arrogance that could get you killed. She knew such a trait would never be a thing that she would possess. She was all too aware of her shortcomings and could never underestimate an opponent as they did.

She returned her gaze to him as he walked forward, swaying with the movements of his stalking. His one eye locked onto the foolish creatures as they ignored him until he surged forward in one swift movement. How could one so large move so fast? It was a brief thought before it was shattered with the loud shrieking of the creature he'd latched onto. Fallow winced at the sound and the awkward way the wing was bent when Bjagvar gripped it. It was like a tug-of-war match, one of life and death until finally the bird managed to get away to join its fellows.

Her companion was left sitting there with pink feathers in his jaws and despite herself the tiny female found herself giggling at the sight. To see the large, scarred male with pink feathers in his maw was a curious but brief thing. In a few seconds he'd spat them out and was rushing towards the flock again. He targeted the same bird and in an instant had brought it down. He moved towards a small island in the sea of shallows and Fallow found herself mirroring him. He short legs carried her forward once more while her stubby tail wagged behind her.

So the rumors must have been true about the birds then! "G-good job, Bjagvar!" She smiled as she sloshed towards him, purple eyes trained on first his catch and then him... Which was why she pulled up short before she reached the island. "B-B-B-Bjagvar! Are you h-h-hurt?" Had one of the birds scratched him? Had she not been paying enough attention to see what happened? Stupid stupid stupid! She rushed forward then, splashing water all over herself and around her until she reached him.

His question was unheard as panic surged through her. Why was the color draining from his face like that? What on earth could have happened?! When she reached him her own tiny muzzle was pushed towards his so that she could get a better look at what was wrong... but there didn't seem to be anything bad. Just the color was gone. She'd seen naught like it before. "Are you h-h-h-h-in any pain?" That would tell her something so that she knew what course of action to take.

Or... was it something else...

She recalled what Hakon had told her. This place changes you. Was that what was happening here.


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The beast watched his companion come closer, his own tail giving small twitches of happiness. He'd found himself feeling strange showing such emotions, so long in such states where there is either nothing, or there is a complete sensory overload it's often hard to discern what fits where. He figured though, that a tail wag was acceptable in almost all occasions. Particularly with the she-wolf who he had figured was an undoubtedly shy and timid thing. He wondered her history as much as she wondered his. Of course, he wondered his own as well - large spans of time were left blank to him, only small glimpses revealed through distorted flashes, disembodied voices, noises that did not belong. IT IS OUR JOB.

His head lifted a fraction of an inch at her sudden question. He looked confused and shook his head. "No? Not hurt," he said. He looked down, trying to see if he had cut himself or something in his catching of the bird. He felt no sting, although that didn't mean much in regards to him - when one rips their own flesh and destroys their own eyes, the pain tolerance is an impeccable thing. He hardly ever felt small scratches. He did not see crimson water leaking from him though, and could smell nothing but the bird's. His ears twitched back. What was she talking about?

Little sun flickered in surprise at the touch of her muzzle upon his own. He shook his head again. "No. No pain." His ears flicked, confused. He looked down again, trying to figure out where she was talking about. He lifted a massive paw, and swiped at his face, pulling it back to see if anything came off. Nothing. He gave a grunt before turning and padding towards the water. He hated seeing his own reflection, but he was curious. He looked down into the water, looking first at the sky behind him - alive with the faintest of black swirls, the sight making a sound like a thousand cicadas echoing in his ears - the sound dim, but still detectable. Finally, his eye focused on his face, and there his head tilted to the side.

The color had seemed to drain from his eye, although the hue of it was no different than he had remembered. It looked as if it had spilled its color down his cheeks, a tear mark draining down towards the corner of his mouth. Its twin resided on the other side, which confused him more. Where had it come from among the twisted red-black flesh that resided there? He stared for a bit, almost transfixed by it, and the things that he took in from the peripheral.

A blink and he lifted his head, turning back to Fallow. "It does not hurt. But eye spilled. How does that happen?" He asked, padding back over to her. "How does the missing one also spill, when there is no eye?" He found himself utterly confused, brow furrowed, ears flicked to the side, twitching slightly as they always did. He gave another grunt. "I change, and you change. Flowers start to grow, their babies on the plants." He noted this but knew that it wasn't exactly the same thing. He never questioned where her strange additions came from - he merely assumed that she had been born with them; he had not assumed that changes for himself were possible. His jaw worked for a moment, before he lowered his hindquarters heavily, looking between the water, and the bird.

"Maybe that did it?" Did these birds have a strange ability to change others? What would happen if they ate it? Would he get more streaks of fire-colored fur on him? Would she get new colors too? Or did it occur to him only because he had been the one to kill the strange looking bird that she had said was dubbed a 'flamingo.'


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The large brown wolf confirmed that there was no pain where the color was draining. What a peculiar thing then! She stepped back when he began his own examination of his face. Her keen eyes watched as he poked underneath his eye and examined the clean paw that came away. No blood, no nothing... Then what was it?

Changed.

That was the word that came to her. She had changed and now he was changed. Was it her? Had coming into contact with her done this to him? Or was it the birds? Or the water? This entire place? It was a lot to try to consider.

He padded over to the water as his examination reached further and after a moment he was walking back over. The claim was that his "eye spilled" which caused her to tense in fear before she relaxed. "I d-don't think..." She blinked, not knowing whether to contradict him or let him think that his eye had leaked down his face. She made her decision a second later. "The coloring changed. Eyes leak w-water not color." What sort of friend would she be if she let him believe he was draining color from his eyes... er, eye? "My fur changed too. I g-g-got spots so you have stripes below your eyes n-now." When she stopped to think about it, it all made sense... well, as much sense as a land changing you could.

"I spoke with someone when I first came here... He said, this happens to everyone when they stay h-here." Her vines with their budding flowers and everything else that now came from her body it was all brought on by this place.

Bjagvar sat and after a moment of deliberation she came to do so as well, sitting next to him so that she could rest in his shadow. It made her feel just a bit better about everything. "M-maybe... but... My changes came when I arrived. All at once." She furrowed her brow as she thought a moment longer and came up with something that was common between the two of them. "The water?" She looked up at him, blinking round purple eyes. "I arrived in w-water and then you went in this water to g-get the bird." That was the only relation she could see between the two for if it was the pink birds then wouldn't she also have had to interact with them as well? Or maybe she had and she didn't know it? Her ears sagged to either side. "Or maybe it is the flamingos... Maybe I touched one and d-didn't know?" It was all so much to think about and so many variables to consider. She shook her head and admitted, "It's a lot to think about and c-consider..."


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He looked up at her words and thought them over. He nodded after a second - that made more sense. Eyes could not spill over, except for tears. His brow furrowed then, confusion washing over him. STUPID, STUPID, STUPID. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. Do you? Radio silence upon the question, the silence itself speaking - they knew not what was occurring, they knew only as much as he knew and he knew nothing outside of what he had seen. He looked at his angel once more and tilted his head. Changed?

"Changed? An angel was not born like that?"

STUPID, STUPID, STUPID. Shush! He could think back at them, chide them, although the inner discourse was one he cared little for - why speak to something that could not be convinced over wise of their opinions? It was moving a mountain to talk to them, although sometimes they could listen, they could offer something of use in between the insults and the vulgarities, the little jabs that they gave that had, over the years, chipped at his psyche to make it a malleable thing with little reason and logic that made sense to an outside world looking in. He studied her; he had noted the spots before, but it had never quite occurred to him that they had not always been there.

He had somehow managed to avoid seeing another with any changes, and thus he had nothing to base his angel's appearance on. It made sense to him that she had been born as she was, fully assuming that an angel could be born. Could they? He did not know. But, she spoke, and while this did not change his view of her, it did make him understand her a little more. It raised more questions than it answered then. What was this land? Was it the cause of why Their hold upon his vision had gotten worse, why he could see them so vividly in the worst of the states that he knew he cycled through? That had not occurred to him, but the more he thought, his eyes had spilled - no, the fur had just changed - but it seemed now that anything might just be possible.

He pulled himself from his mind as she spoke again; his skull titled to the side curiously. "It has not happened to me. I've been here a while. I have not seen anyone with 'changes' other than you. What did he have? How does the land change us?" He asked, although somewhere deep the realization nagged at him that perhaps she did not know - perhaps no one knew. After all, who could truly understand the workings of the land? He knew he could not, perhaps someone could, but it was not within his realm of being able to understand and he accepted this. "Was it painful? All of yours?" He asked her this, realizing that perhaps that was a possibility. He did not like the idea of his angel being in pain, but there was little that he could do about it. He listened to her running through things, thinking over all of the things that she said. How brow furrowed.

"If all of yours came at once, I arrived in water too, then why did I not change all at once?" He shook his head, confusion gripping him. "They play tricks on my eyes often. They show me the things that they want me to see. But you see them too, the marks. And your 'changes' are there too, it is not only me who sees them. So... It is not their tricks, and it is a true thing. Maybe different things make different changes?" The things he said were mostly him thinking out loud, but perhaps he was onto something, whether he knew it or not. He nodded to her last statement. "Is it possible to find out? Have you met others with changes? Did the one you met also have changes?"


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"Changed? An angel was not born like that?" It was nearly funny how he had imagined her to be born in such a way. Maybe that was why he figured her an angel because of her strange appearance. She didn't want to burst his bubble but she couldn't let hi think falsities about her. Her head shook, dislodging a vine that fell into her face before she swiped it to the side. "No... I didn't have all this extra b-before." This extra which was strangely becoming a part of her. No different than her tail or her ears, except that she couldn't move them.

Her words brought on a slew of questions from the large, scarred male. Sensible ones that she fortunately could answer a few of. "He had reallyreally long fangs and-and bright yellow stripes on his sides." Not as changed as she was but certainly moreso than Bjagvar. "He said there are lots of wolves like this with different things growing on them... l-l-like out of a fairy tale." That was the only way she could describe this whole mess. A fairy tale gone wrong except that it was real life and not a story to tell pups that couldn't sleep at night.

The next question made her quiver nervously. Had it hurt? "More than anything I've ever f-f-f-f-felt." She seemed to shrink down, sagging as the memory of everything inside and outside of her being consumed by what felt like a fire. "It was awful..." She whined in her throat, slowly sinking closer to Bjagvar's side to draw what comfort from the memory she could.

He was talking again and it draw her out of her painful memories as she paid attention, looking up at him and blinking wide doe-ish eyes. He was speaking, musing aloud the thoughts in his head. From what she heard he sounded smart, oh so smarter than what she was. Her head nodded along to what he was saying... It made perfect sense. "Maybe too, different things c-cause different changes and maybe different wolves exp-experience it differently... at different r-r-rates. Besides us and him I have seen no one else... b-b-but I haven't been looking..." It was all so much to think about... "Maybe... we can find others?" She was venturing out, trying to suggest things that might help. Was this a stupid idea or a good one? "We could ask other changed ones..." She looked to him for guidance to see what he thought of her little idea. They could roam around searching for others like them and not like them.

"Bjagvar... C-c-c-can I... pl-please..." She blinked at him, the question burned on her tongue. "Who are 'they'?" He'd mentioned it before and he mentioned it now. The infamous "they" who she must not listen to. But who was he talking about? The Firsts that she'd run from? Or something more insidious?


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He looked over at her, blinking in surprise. His head tilted to the side as the thought. 'What makes a wolf change like that? What is in this land that makes those sort of things happen to a wolf?' His brow furrowed with this thought, although it was more out of surprise than introspect - they had not interrupted him, for once, with their babbling nonsense. It was strange to not have their voices intermingling with his to the point where he couldn't quite tell his own voice from theirs, his words from theirs, the confusion of thoughts and the muddling of all inner models to the point of no longer knowing who he was.

These times of peace were disturbing in the absence of those things, but it made him realize just how shattered his mind could be; this was merely a time where he was trying to paste the pieces back together to no true avail - you can never get the dust from a broken glass to fill the cracks. You can never find all the pieces to make it as it once was, but you can piece it back together some. Cracks will still run through it, there will be chips and holes, absences where there was nothing to put back, but it will still be there, in some fashion. Perhaps his mind was as such, but question resided within that in of itself: what were the pieces that could never be found again?

He pulled himself from his thoughts at her words. He tried to imagine the wolf that she described. He managed something, although the image that he conjured he knew was nowhere near what she had seen. His imagination never created things that were not warped by their hands, which he had come to not truly mind. The grotesque things that he could imagine were nothing compared to the writhing masses with their unearthly eyes and mouths that assaulted his vision on a fairly regular basis, even in the calmest of states. He wondered slightly what the extent of these changes might be. Could someone sprout wings and take flight? He knew that they could grow antlers and flowers, and stones, and their pelts could change. But what else could truly happen?

Scarred ears flicked back against their own twitching, and let out a quiet whine that mixed with a growl. Nothing should hurt his savior, he would eat anything that dared to. But... What if what hurt her was her own body? He didn't quite understand how he could protect her against that. He looked over at her and huffed out a breath. "I will protect you from what I can," he said quietly. He still didn't know how to protect from her own body. Perhaps it wasn't possible.

He listened to her and nodded. It seemed reasonable to him. "It seems worth a try. Maybe someone knows why it happens." He glanced over at her question, surprised that she'd actually asked something about him. She usually never did, although he couldn't quite tell if it was because she didn't want to know, already knew, or was scared to ask questions for some reason. Perhaps she was scared of him? He wouldn't blame her, but then, why would she follow him around and act so friendly towards him if that was the case? He was quiet for a moment or two.

How could he explain them, and the Void? His brow furrowed in thought, and he started to speak several times before cutting himself. "They... They are the things that stole my mind. They live in my head, and they talk. I feel them, sometimes they steal everything from feeling to memories. I don't remember many things unless they see fit to torment me with it. They convinced me to do something to my mother that I can't remember. I just know that she died in pain," he paused for a moment and swallowed. He could remember parts through the fog that constantly floated through him. The ghost of the past opened its jaws, savaging the one that had nursed him at her teat. He could hear the faintest patter of blood on the ground, following a loud wet thud. The tear had been too much, and the weight inside had pushed it open. He blinked. "They have been quiet for a while. It came, a demon, and it found a demon hunter. They fought, and I hid. It went back to sleep, and I was left with an emptiness where I only wandered. I did not eat, I rarely drank. I was dying because of them. But then I found you, and you helped me. You saved me from their intentions. Although... I don't know if they would have let me die. I don't know if they can truly get my soul after I die, even though they always tell me they're going to torture it forever in the Void." He grew quiet, letting his head lower slightly in a strange form of shame.

SHE'S GOING TO LEAVE YOU, LEAVE YOU, LEAVE YOU, YOU'RE A MONSTER AND SHE'S GOING TO LEAVE YOU. YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE YOUR ANGEL BECAUSE WE HAVE TAINTED YOU! YOU'RE TAINTED! YOU MUST GET IT OUT! EAT YOURSELF! EAT IT, EAT IT, EAT IT LIKE YOU USE TOO! YOU'RE TAINTED! ANGELS CANT BE AROUND THE TAINTED! TAINTED!


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Protect her. He would protect her from what he could... One part of her wanted to know how while the other wanted to know why. Why was she worth protecting? It came to her in an instant... She was his "angel" for whatever that was worth. Although from what stories she'd heard of angels they were supposed to protect others but how was she supposed to do that? She was weak and pathetic and horrible and...

She shook her head, dislodging the thoughts before murmuring an agreement to his words. There always had to be someone out there who knew at least a little more than they did. It would be an adventure in and of itself to find them. But where would they start looking first?

Thoughts of this endeavor would be eliminated from her mind when her friend began to tell who it was that "they" were. It was a strange explanation to hear and at first she couldn't wrap her brain around it. They stole his mind but were they a physical thing? Wolves lurking around the corner? Waiting to attack? She glanced back over her shoulder as if she expected some spectral creature to pounce out at them from the shadows. It was only a moment later that it clicked in her mind. They were in his mind. Creatures not actually there but to him were alive just as she was. It was an unsettling thought but it was not unknown to her.

There had been wolves she'd known of, sent into battles repeatedly again and again and again that were hardly themselves anymore. Shadows, leaping, angry, lost in their own minds. Talking to things that weren't there and obsessed with their own demons. It reminded her of Bjagvar. The way he spoke of them and how they made him do things. Her brown furrowed as she listened to his tale, to the extent of damage these mind-creatures could cause.

What he told her should have scared her. Should have made her run away for if he hurt his own mother due to those "demons" then what could he do to her? However, she cared not for her own safety. Growing up where she did it was hardly a shock when she could put aside herself for his sake. It didn't scare her... No. It made her want to help. To do more. The resolution showed in her eyes as she looked up at him with those lavender depths. "You always c-call me an angel..." And she never believed it, still didn't believe it now but, "Then h-h-how about I try to be one to y-you? 'They'... Those in your 'Void'. Can I h-help you to overcome them?" She blinked, raising a tiny paw as she attempted to place it on his own larger one. "I have seen others l-like you. I know things that m-might help... Fighting for one, ignore them or come to terms and p-peace with them. Y-you have to overcome them so that they c-can't make you hurt the ones you l-l-love ever again. There are also other herbs I know that m-m-m-m-can be useful..." She shrank away, looking unsure for a moment. "Or so I've seen before..." Or maybe she was completely wrong. She'd never helped such a wolf before and had only seen a treatment work a pawful of times. What if what she tried did nothing for him? What if she hurt him? What if this was a waste of her and his time? Oh, he should never have come with her. She should never have attached to him. What was all of this going to accomplish? She was foolish to think she could do anything...

What must it be like to live in his world? Hell, she must know but maybe he just needed a light in the darkness. And maybe she was foolish to think she could provide it.


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"I Speak!"
I Think...


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He had to admit to himself that he was surprised when she seemed to take what he told her in stride. She did not look fearful – he had come to expect that much of her, he had figured out that she was quite the timid thing, which bothered him none – she did not look as if she didn’t believe him, like so many others had when they learned of the creatures that scurried within his mind, flirted with his vision, and toyed with his hearing, touched him, stole from him. The silence at this reaction, he decided, had surprised even Them. They offered nothing, not even a whisper. This almost disturbed him, but then he merely signed it off as the simple fact of her being his angel. Angels did not react in the way others did; even if she was a fearful being, she would still – in his eyes – always be beyond the reactions of other creatures.

He looked at her curiously as she spoke, ears trained forward, angled towards her, defying their nature in staying still. He perked up slightly, and gave a small nod. “An angel can trump them. They’re demons, they must bow,” he said to her. I BOW TO NO ONE. A small spark of fear touched his face at Its words. How hard would it fight? He could never know, but he could guess. It would not take kindly to being trodden down, and while he could not say how hard, he could say with confidence that it would fight every step of the way. Even if it did not hold control of him for long periods of time, it would not enjoy giving up its ability to take hold whenever it so desired to. Could she help him fight it? He did not know, truly, but he would try, he had to if she was willing to help. He could not turn down the kindness of an angel.

Others? There were others like him? How many had the void taken?

Others.

Why did he feel as if he had heard those words before? He could not place it, but they touched something. He shook it off. Massive head tilted curiously to the side. He looked down at the small touch on his paw. He blinked, not entirely sure what the gesture meant, but he accepted it regardless. His tail gave the faintest of twitches. “I try. I can’t on my own… I lose, I fall. I get lost. I’ve never had someone before that I knew was real, with honest certainty after they began to get worse. Maybe that will help. You will help – you already help,” he told her. He blinked, and thought for a moment. “There are plants that can help?” He had never heard of such a thing. But surely an angel would know. He was quiet once more, thinking. He had shared, he had shared, he had shared. “Why do you help others?” He asked, stumbling slightly over his question, before he looked thoughtful for a moment or two. He wanted to ask more, but he couldn’t quite figure out how to phrase his question. How does one ask an angel where they come from?


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