Wherever I may go

Death will follow in my step

There was no mistaking the danger lurking under every step that he took here in the deadly glade. As his nails beat against the frigid rocks the clipping noise seemed to echo against the silence, and when his paws slipped on a mossy stone it felt as though the small stream of water was ready to catch him with sharp pebbles beneath its dark surface. Surely he had mixed up the direction of Agavos? Which way was the way out of this dreary place? It was midday and yet the ground was covered with a layer of fog seemingly endlessly spawning from the murky water. With amber eyes watching every stone expecting some mythical monster to erupt from behind, the adolescent called Achak attempted to fight his way through the hazardous terrain. Perhaps he had accidentally fallen asleep? Surely this was some sort of bad dream where nothing was as it should in a crazy nonsense world. Ah, but as the soft pad on his front paw was jabbed with a sharp loose rock the male was left without any doubt that this place was in fact real. Sighing, he dragged his body onto one of the larger rocks to rest. Lifting the stabbed paw off the ground and curling his tail around the bottom of his other front paw, Achak looked up towards the sky. A thick haze was blocking out the sun's rays, and the usual ball of blinding light seemed so dim here. Silence. There were no birds to tweet a song here, and there was no trickle of water. Perhaps this part of the world was frozen in time - perhaps he wasn't meant to be here. Well, he really wasn't to begin with. Putting aside getting close to his adoptive pack, Achak had strung to stay as lonely as he could it seemed. There was no possibility to loose any more when he didn't have anything to loose. The fear of finding someone to fill the gaping hole left by the death of his family and then have them ripped away was.. terrifying. Shivering, the young one drew his tail closer.

'It feels as though this place draws out your biggest fears.. and it makes you feel them - stand under their weight until you let them crush and consume you. Maybe that's why there are so many stones here.. creatures that were drawn into this dreadful place, lost to the time, and then succumb to the weight of their own fears dwelling in the madness. Perhaps this rock beneath me," Thinking to himself the male looked down uninterested. 'was a creature so lost to an unchangeable terror that it built and built until he could no longer hold the weight and he could no longer move. Eat. Sleep. Now as this boulder he retains this form to hold all of the fears inside. Perhaps now his inevitable fear can't come true, but neither can he let go of the problems that he once had.' Sighing, Achak flicked his ears and inched his paw forward to knock a pebble into the water below. It fell downward and landed with a loud 'plop' that seemed to echo. By now his paw was feeling better, but he was still stuck in this ghastly place. "Ah, but I am not ready to turn into a stone yet now am I?" Perhaps he was already starting to go mad - talking to himself with absolute foolery he had concocted. Still, the words seemed to push the fears back for at least a moment while the young one rose to his paws once more. What to do, what to do..


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Wherever I may go

Death will follow in my step

Silence. Even after the words left his mouth there was undoubtedly an eerie silence that left his ears buzzing and the fur along his back stand on end. His paws felt frozen stuck to the rock which seemed to never feel the warmth of the sunshine. If he didn't leave this place soon he too would never feel anything but the cold grip of the glade. However, there was a sudden unknowable voice that rose out from behind him that toyed with his presence. Was this just an illusion forged by the work of a tired and stressed mind? Perhaps by finding the prospect of being lost here forever, Achak's mind had taken it upon itself to produce company for the long haul. Would that help keep his consciousness sane, or would that speed the insanity? Ah, details. Turning slowly and, for some reason, without fear, the Agavos apprentice beamed his amber hues at the illusion. 'Of course,' the young one thought to himself viewing the female. 'Of course my mind would create a wolf my age.' He had never had another adolescent that cared to spend time with him. Of course the mirage was one of his biggest wants; to be friends with someone his own age. This was a pretty impressive hallucination even for the mind. Perhaps he had been more mad than he believed. How long had he been here again? Her black and white fur looked almost touchable, and the way her voice echoed amongst the rocks made her presence that more mysterious. Ah, but it was her glowing green eyes that pierced the mist that made her appearance the most striking. Quietly deciding if this was just a figment of his imagination or a true wolf standing in his company, Achak allowed the unique she-wolf to speak more.  

Big bad wolves, hm? Wanting to gobble him up? Oh, those were not just tales. Aside from the rogue definition, there was one wolf the prince knew well that wanted to feast on his blood; Teren. Miss mirage spoke nothing but the truth, and both a smile and a frown threatened the sides of Achak's mouth. A frown for the fact that she knew the deepest thoughts of his mind, while a smile for the insane giggling that she proceeded to do after every speech. It seemed filled with toxin, as the desire for him to be gobbled up seemed like such a spectacle for her amusement, but such a genuine laugh was contagious. "Tell me then, would you happen to be one of those wolves, hm? Do you seek to gobble me up? Do you want to tear the pelt off of my skin? I can assure you that you must wait in line then, see. I've already got a mark on my hide, and there is no running away from the monster that seeks my end." Teren didn't know of his presence yet, the pup assumed, but there was fear in his heart for one day the target on his hide would be found by the demon. He watched the female on her haunches who eyed him back with such a casual face. The decision between mirage and blood-and-bone stilled seemed frayed, but watching her he decided it mattered not. "Tell me, my little hysterical friend.. who are you? Are you a hallucination from my own mind, or does blood course through your veins?"


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