OOC: Set before Faria gives birth

Mithras couldn't seem to stay still. These last few days had been torture for him, constantly wondering about where Faria was or how she was doing or if she hated him... That night between them had been a mistake and he knew that he ought to own up to that and face her, but he couldn't. The astral man knew it was cowardly but quite frankly he didn't care. His own ego had never meant much to him, but the fact that Faria might be out of his life forever? ...That was harder to deal with. He wandered without destination through the murky forest, the unnaturally quiet forest, and tried to find peace in the falling dusk. So he told himself he just needed time. He'd been trailing her for a while now, and why she was venturing down here? He couldn't say. In the back of his mind he wondered if maybe she was looking for him but that seemed too far-fetched, unless of course she was hunting him down to remove his manly bits. He blew the contents of his lungs out slowly through his nose, a sigh that spoke of heavy thoughts and baited breath and a lifetimes worth of words he wanted to say to her but lacked the courage to speak out loud. You're pathetic, he thought with an air of nonchalance, but it made him frown all the same. Pathetic and selfish. He resolved then and there to talk to Faira before the moon grew full again. He just needed a little more time... "Talk" "You" Think

Wraith stalked through the wooded area as though he owned it, following the twisting path without hesitation. He'd explored this maze thoroughly and carefully from the time he was old enough to come here on his own. This land held no surprises for him - except the sudden appearance as he turned a corner of the nebulous form of Mithras. As used to the unusual foreign wolf as he'd become, the swirling night-colors of the male's pelt was still startling for a moment before he adjusted. "Mithras. You look lost," he said dryly, the double meaning behind the words plain. The adopted Diamachi did, indeed, look as though he were lost in the thought of some trouble, and not the immediate trouble of the maze either. "I was thinking of gathering some of our family," the words a tacit acceptance of Mithras as family that some months before he might not have spoken, the gentle teasing even more so, "to raid one of those northern packs everyone's so fascinated with, but you don't much look fighting fit, old man. Too bad."

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OOC: Set before Faria gives birth

Wraith's appearance was welcome and not altogether unsurprising, but it scared the shit out of Mithras all the same. He jumped, hackles rising for a moment as the quiet boy made himself known. Rounding on his friend, Mith noted that he walked with such remarkable ease through this unsettling place, one could even say it suited him. So thorough was his alarm that it took the astral giant a moment to process Wraith's words. Lost? He almost snorted, it was just too funny. Yeah, you could say that... Instead he crinkled his nose. "I'm gonna string together a necklace of bones for you to wear, so it will rattle when you walk. Keep sneaking up on people like that, you're bound to scare 'em to death!" It was said in a joking tone, light and with a hint of a laugh buried somewhere under the mock offense. Besides, maybe it would be enough of a deflection that the dark coated boy would drop the issue. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk about his issues (after all, talking about himself was one of his favorite things to do,) but rather that he deeply embarrassed with how he'd acted. Sure, the occasional night spent with a casual stranger was one thing, but Faria was one of his closest friends. Mithras did not realize that as he let his thoughts spiral out of control once more, darkness clouded back over his features. "Talk" "You" Think