Lost and found
The wraith could not say she had been here before, the red forest was new to the weary women. Yet simply she laid there, with no catch in tow. Abelinda had attempted at getting a rabbit, even something slower and failed; that strength was failing her. A simple sigh left her lips, knowing hunting was well out of her range now, more like scavenging would Abelinda find a far easier meal. Those ears flicked briefly, as that head lowered onto the ground once more; those eyes closed as the wraith relaxed, soaking in the mornings' warmth. Even so, hopefully now things would improve with time - the wraith couldn't help but wonder just how long she'd survive however, with this illness still clinging to her seemingly unwilling to let go of her. It had already stripped her figure of any and all mass, save for what little remained; she was a true walking skeleton at this point. “And in the dark I can hear your heart beat.” |
Earlier however he had grabbed a rather large doe - the summer had driven many a prey toward the north. Out of sheer anger he caught this creature, paid his respects all in itself. However a ghostly figure would stop his paws, and his lime green eyes narrowed on this form. Out of a foggy image of his memories. Memories he never shared even with himself since maybe pieces of his childhood were gone other than those saved by his father who beat him into nothingness. It was Abelinda. She didn't seem well either.
Liar would approach her, not saying a single word as he dropped the deer in front of her. The man would try to coax her to eat it. He could smell it on her, the sickness, and his heart would feel itself drop. Of course he felt bad but didn't let it known, of course he had been distrustful. The reason being he was always the one left behind, those he loved completely disregarding him. He should have listened to his children when it came to her, so now he would just surface from his horrid thoughts and make sure she was okay.
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Sensitive ears flickered at the sound of paw steps, that nose taking in an all too familiar scent, save for the doe itself. So, he did find her and yet the wraith could not help but wonder - how had her taken her disappearance, her brood for that matter? Simply she had upped and vanished, taking a child with her along the way; one that had attempted to follow her at first before being picked up and taken with. He would remain silent as he approached, that head did not lift nor did those eyes open even as he laid the doe before her. Ears flickered once as those eyes opened finally, only to look at his face. “That can wait; you cannot.” She said lightly, waiting to hear him talk, for him to lash out in anger, grief or anguish, until ten she would not touch the doe. The dull ache in her stomach was not forgotten, nor would it be after so long with little to no food. “And in the dark I can hear your heart beat.” |