Dead by Night...
01-25-2016, 07:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-27-2016, 10:33 PM by Jakart.)
Jakart felt as if he drifted across the whole world as evening slipped to night, and night to a few moments before dawn. It had all been pain, choking and sputtering on vile water as he rolled onto his side and drifted along the flooded territory amidst the waves of the floodwaters. He didn't even know where he was anymore ever since he'd been struck by that branch and carried away. His mind was as adrift as his body had been. A part of him just wanted to float there, remain motionless and just see what fate had in store for him. Constantly being battered and bruised reminded the grey wolf that he was at least alive, for now. But what kept him was the will to see his brothers. His sisters. Callisto. The black she wolf was his friend. The reason he was here and the reason he wasn't going to give up on living. He wanted to rest though, one ear hearing the swirling calm beneath the water and the other the full roar of the tides. It was the quieter option that he decided to venture towards and try to escape from the flood, breath slowly leaving his nose before it bubbled away as Jakart sank beneath the rushing water with but a single wash of a wave.
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When he opened his eyes it became apparent immediately that he was no longer drifting. In fact he was surrounded by sweet plains grass and the breezes brushing the tops of the fields that drew him to stand up with a start. Jakart shook his damp pelt to rid himself of water but not even a drop fell from his mussy fur. A sigh left him as he reclined on his haunches and a hind leg came up to scratch his throat. The wound on his neck didn't hurt per-say, but as his claws trailed through the wet fur the damage was felt. Water... he needed water to clean himself off and inspect just how badly he was torn up. Without much to go on Jakart simply headed in the direction the thicker grass grew, either ground water or a river ran close by.
Just idly did he spy the tree in the distance atop a hill, it's obvious familiarity lost in the immediate objective needing to be attained as the sounds of a gurgling creek drew him to hobble further along. The pine trees grew thicker, more familiar as he ignored everything in his dash to water. Stopping from almost a dead sprint Jak anxiously peered over and into the mirror surface of the river and turned his neck. At first it seemed a lot worse that it was. His shoulder was torn and ragged, an almost wishbone shaped gash had swollen his right eye shut with both lacerations to either side, the tail end stopping along the middle down his neck. With a grimace the grey wolf turned away and sat down with a shiver of his limbs as he thought about Callisto.
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When he opened his eyes it became apparent immediately that he was no longer drifting. In fact he was surrounded by sweet plains grass and the breezes brushing the tops of the fields that drew him to stand up with a start. Jakart shook his damp pelt to rid himself of water but not even a drop fell from his mussy fur. A sigh left him as he reclined on his haunches and a hind leg came up to scratch his throat. The wound on his neck didn't hurt per-say, but as his claws trailed through the wet fur the damage was felt. Water... he needed water to clean himself off and inspect just how badly he was torn up. Without much to go on Jakart simply headed in the direction the thicker grass grew, either ground water or a river ran close by.
Just idly did he spy the tree in the distance atop a hill, it's obvious familiarity lost in the immediate objective needing to be attained as the sounds of a gurgling creek drew him to hobble further along. The pine trees grew thicker, more familiar as he ignored everything in his dash to water. Stopping from almost a dead sprint Jak anxiously peered over and into the mirror surface of the river and turned his neck. At first it seemed a lot worse that it was. His shoulder was torn and ragged, an almost wishbone shaped gash had swollen his right eye shut with both lacerations to either side, the tail end stopping along the middle down his neck. With a grimace the grey wolf turned away and sat down with a shiver of his limbs as he thought about Callisto.
01-29-2016, 01:46 AM
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02-01-2016, 08:17 PM
Jakart shivered again and lowered his body onto the ground. There was no warmth here wherever he was as a paw idly scraped the soil of the riverbank. Even touching ye ground fully felt muted and disjointed than how it normally should have been. If that was the only thing about his sleep beneath the waves he supposed that he should grateful that it was no nightmare. Though... if he was alone forever here the he supposed that he would go mad. Jakart had always been a quiet wolf around his family, glad to help with whatever needed to be done without much thought or words given to the task. But he felt that Callisto had changed that when he had first met her since leaving Ebony. Anais and Lior were gone to a pack, his brothers disappearing to explore for days of weeks at a time, and so he remained by himself for much of his time in the Fern Gulley. Though, Callisto had changed that.
She didn't seem to need much in the way of a friendship as it was wanting to have a mutual understanding of where they stood in their strange relationship. Jakart supposed she could've been more than a friend after what they'd done during her season but he would need her to say it. Not that she would anytime soon. Especially with how they had parted a few hours ago. She most certainly thought of him as dead and lost. Maybe there was a chance that she would come looking for him. It was a stretch for him to be found even if he did resurface intact and well enough to walk.
The mirror smooth waters of the river had a ripple travel out across the surface as a paw was gently placed into it. The paw retracted and Jakart immediately found himself sitting back up and facing the sound of crashing bushes. If this was a nightmare he would be ready to face it. But no. One long lost to him poked her head out past the edge of the forest and stopped, that missed smile he hadn't seen in years falling away sharply. "Mom?" Tahlia? What was she doing here? "Mom..." Jakart saw that she was about to cry, his own chest constricting as his black paws darted his battered frame forward. With a choked sob, emotional strength waning with each bound forward until he buried his face into his mothers chest and wrapped his paws around her back with a sharp breath. Tahlia was one thing he needed right now and he didn't even know it as his body still drifted beneath the waves of the flood.
She didn't seem to need much in the way of a friendship as it was wanting to have a mutual understanding of where they stood in their strange relationship. Jakart supposed she could've been more than a friend after what they'd done during her season but he would need her to say it. Not that she would anytime soon. Especially with how they had parted a few hours ago. She most certainly thought of him as dead and lost. Maybe there was a chance that she would come looking for him. It was a stretch for him to be found even if he did resurface intact and well enough to walk.
The mirror smooth waters of the river had a ripple travel out across the surface as a paw was gently placed into it. The paw retracted and Jakart immediately found himself sitting back up and facing the sound of crashing bushes. If this was a nightmare he would be ready to face it. But no. One long lost to him poked her head out past the edge of the forest and stopped, that missed smile he hadn't seen in years falling away sharply. "Mom?" Tahlia? What was she doing here? "Mom..." Jakart saw that she was about to cry, his own chest constricting as his black paws darted his battered frame forward. With a choked sob, emotional strength waning with each bound forward until he buried his face into his mothers chest and wrapped his paws around her back with a sharp breath. Tahlia was one thing he needed right now and he didn't even know it as his body still drifted beneath the waves of the flood.
02-02-2016, 01:35 PM
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02-04-2016, 08:01 PM
It wasn't exactly tears that showed Jakart's sorrow as much as it was the drawn out whines released with each sharp breath as he stamped down the urge to completely break down. Tahlia didn't feel as he last remembered her before the rapid decline in health she suffered through with her husbands death. It was a dull touch but he knew there was comfort there as she held him, wrapped her neck around his for a moment before he shifted to try and lick away his mothers tears. Tahlia spoke praise of him simply being her son in whispers that he strained to hear with his permanently pinned ears. He must have looked horrible to her as she looked lovely to him. There were no ache to his wounds but he had seen the split skin and finally began to think that she interpreted was something far more dire with his appearance.
Tahlia repeatedly voiced an apology as she held him and his forelegs tightened in response. He knew this must have been hard seeing him like this after almost three years of being out of one another's lives. "It's ok mom. I forgive you, your place was with dad." The son spoke in a profuse manner as he tried to add to inform her of what had happened since he'd last seen her. "There was a woman," He started as the conversation was abruptly brought to the state of his appearance. "A flood. Saved her but replaced her." As to what was happening to his slumbering body in the present world Jakart had no further information. Drawing away from his mother his mismatched gaze stared into the two complete eyes of Tahlia and spoke with a touch of fright. "I'm drifting now." Jakart hugged his mother again with a with sudden flinch.
In his momentary escape beneath the waves as a branch poked him in the gut, paws drawing closer to his chest reflexively even in the strange limbo like sleep he had fallen under. A few remaining bubbles escaped from his slightly parted muzzle as the tide slowed. The flood was losing momentum on the wide surface of the plains, water now spidering outwards to flow down the ravines and trails that lead out of the decimated territory with its lone victim.
Tahlia repeatedly voiced an apology as she held him and his forelegs tightened in response. He knew this must have been hard seeing him like this after almost three years of being out of one another's lives. "It's ok mom. I forgive you, your place was with dad." The son spoke in a profuse manner as he tried to add to inform her of what had happened since he'd last seen her. "There was a woman," He started as the conversation was abruptly brought to the state of his appearance. "A flood. Saved her but replaced her." As to what was happening to his slumbering body in the present world Jakart had no further information. Drawing away from his mother his mismatched gaze stared into the two complete eyes of Tahlia and spoke with a touch of fright. "I'm drifting now." Jakart hugged his mother again with a with sudden flinch.
In his momentary escape beneath the waves as a branch poked him in the gut, paws drawing closer to his chest reflexively even in the strange limbo like sleep he had fallen under. A few remaining bubbles escaped from his slightly parted muzzle as the tide slowed. The flood was losing momentum on the wide surface of the plains, water now spidering outwards to flow down the ravines and trails that lead out of the decimated territory with its lone victim.
02-07-2016, 01:00 PM
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02-17-2016, 08:21 PM
Jakart knew that his mother was sorry for leaving so soon. Even when she apologized when he mentioned her passing it was simply a waste of breath for her to say it. Jakart and his siblings all knew that their mothers place was with Bane, the grey male preferring to think that it was her love that brought her here to wherever this place was. The afterlife he supposed. Currently it was just him and his mother but it was cause for concern that Bane wasn't here with them. "Mom," Jakart swallowing the lump in his throat and drew away. "where's... where's dad?" But Tahlia only stared back in what he took for shock, a worried whine leaving his throat at the look as his forelegs shifted their grip around her shoulders.
Alive? Of course he was alive. He was only taking a quick rest beneath the calm waters of the flood. It was just a momentary closing of his eyes. "Yes. I'm alive..." A strand of doubt entered his mind. What if he awoke to late? Would he stay here forever. Callisto! The ebony she wolf would be looking for him. Possibly. Yes, he needed to go back soon. Even Tahlia said so and was losing her composure from what he saw at this revelation the two wolves had come to. His grip tightened around her shoulders. "I'll missed you," He whispered into an ear before he couldn't get the chance to do so. "terribly. Espirit misses you. Nako and Kailos miss you."
There was nothing else to say as he waited, not knowing if he would return in an instant to where his body drifted. Jakart let his grip slacken around Tahlia as a strange sensation rippled through him like a jolt of electricity. For a moment he felt something waiver as if a difficult decision was being contemplated. "I have to go mom. Maybe I'll see you in a bit. Don't worry to much." Already his paws were carrying him to the river when the two of them stood at. Jakart blinked and felt nothing but the water through his fur and the burn of his wounds. He waded into the river, suddenly jumping in, diving deeper and deeper into the depths in the search for a way back.
It was the only way he saw to leave her. A flicker of consciousness had decided for him when he had wavered to stay. It was an almost out of body experience as he saw himself reach the bottom of the river, looking up and seeing Tahlia on the surface before suddenly he was gone. Jakart's mind had dove down beneath the water, his motionless body giving a shudder as he opened his eyes in the waking world.
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Something impacted Jakart’s already injury shoulder and sent the wolf tumbling, a flurry of bubbles erupted around his muzzle and drifted around his neck to the surface. With his remaining strength he paddled downward and kicked off the rapidly moving bottom to head to the surface. The journey up top to air and life was a struggle, vision greying around the edges before finally his muzzle broke the surface. Jakart gulped down air and shook his head while desperately paddling to stay afloat, gaze looking around the bobbing surroundings. Not much debris was on the surface of the flood, the brown and muddy slurry traveling much slower now. The shore was off to his right and the sun was just staring to peak out over the distant mountains. He had, incredibly, survived the night. Dawn was just a moment away. And he was alive.
-Exit Jakart-
Alive? Of course he was alive. He was only taking a quick rest beneath the calm waters of the flood. It was just a momentary closing of his eyes. "Yes. I'm alive..." A strand of doubt entered his mind. What if he awoke to late? Would he stay here forever. Callisto! The ebony she wolf would be looking for him. Possibly. Yes, he needed to go back soon. Even Tahlia said so and was losing her composure from what he saw at this revelation the two wolves had come to. His grip tightened around her shoulders. "I'll missed you," He whispered into an ear before he couldn't get the chance to do so. "terribly. Espirit misses you. Nako and Kailos miss you."
There was nothing else to say as he waited, not knowing if he would return in an instant to where his body drifted. Jakart let his grip slacken around Tahlia as a strange sensation rippled through him like a jolt of electricity. For a moment he felt something waiver as if a difficult decision was being contemplated. "I have to go mom. Maybe I'll see you in a bit. Don't worry to much." Already his paws were carrying him to the river when the two of them stood at. Jakart blinked and felt nothing but the water through his fur and the burn of his wounds. He waded into the river, suddenly jumping in, diving deeper and deeper into the depths in the search for a way back.
It was the only way he saw to leave her. A flicker of consciousness had decided for him when he had wavered to stay. It was an almost out of body experience as he saw himself reach the bottom of the river, looking up and seeing Tahlia on the surface before suddenly he was gone. Jakart's mind had dove down beneath the water, his motionless body giving a shudder as he opened his eyes in the waking world.
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Something impacted Jakart’s already injury shoulder and sent the wolf tumbling, a flurry of bubbles erupted around his muzzle and drifted around his neck to the surface. With his remaining strength he paddled downward and kicked off the rapidly moving bottom to head to the surface. The journey up top to air and life was a struggle, vision greying around the edges before finally his muzzle broke the surface. Jakart gulped down air and shook his head while desperately paddling to stay afloat, gaze looking around the bobbing surroundings. Not much debris was on the surface of the flood, the brown and muddy slurry traveling much slower now. The shore was off to his right and the sun was just staring to peak out over the distant mountains. He had, incredibly, survived the night. Dawn was just a moment away. And he was alive.
-Exit Jakart-
03-16-2016, 05:36 PM
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