Mud Slide and Army Knives

*Agnimitra* · 03-27-2019, 05:33 PM

His eyes would not hold hers for long, and while it was strange, she couldn't have cared less in that moment. Meeko, completely in the dark about the whole thing, finally started to gingerly walk through the mud towards the woman, and stood behind her hind leg to watch. He was uncertain about this exchange, but just by hearing the hope in her voice, a sound so foreign in her tone, was enough to tell him to be quite and wait. Lament. His name did not sound familiar to her either, but surely there would have been some that did not frequent the tavern or the surrounding markets? Some of the southern wolves she did not quite know? "Lament." She would repeat, trying the name on her tongue to see if the muscle memory would trigger some sort of confirmation on his identify. Of course, it didn't. But still, the ember flaked woman was forever hopeful that this man was family, in one way or another.

She listened intently as he spoke softly, but the words that flowed from his lips confused her, and made the brows between her eyes furrow as a result. He.. didn't know her.... didn't have a past? No memory at all? There was a split second were the cold, dark feeling of disappointed threatened to sink into her very soul, causing her gaze to break away and stare down at the ground as she thought about it. Why wouldn't he have no memory? Obviously, something terrible must've happened... something traumatic... but what? Then, it hit her. "The explosion... " She would mumble to herself, eyes going wide once more as the likelihood of this scenario became more and more believable to her. Her head shot up once more as she eagerly began to relive the worst day of her life. "The ancient bombs that radiated our homeland? Ages ago it killed off so much life from the land, and only a few survived. But those who did, split into two packs; the northern wolves who's next generation began to show blues and purples in their coats." Her tail began to sway ever so slightly in her excitement, as a smile grew as she thought of home.

"And the other pack was us, the southern wolves; after the radiation fumes, our ancestors began to display vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows. Just like those!" She took one of her front paws and outstretched them to gesture at some of the markings climbing up the males foreleg. "One of the other bombs exploded recently..." her eagerness dwindled as she remembered that day, a familiar sense of heartbreak swelling in the voids of her chest. "A lot of wolves took to the sea in attempts to flee... I-I washed up here but..." the emotions were so powerful, so overwhelming, she could not hold back the tears that wished to fall. "Nobody else did. I thought I was alone." She was heartbroken, that much was obvious to the naked eye, and it would have been completely embarrassing to Agnimitra had she been in a stable state of mind. But at the moment, that was the last thing on her mind.

Finally composing herself, she attempted to rub the salty tears from her cheeks and swallow the lump that was forming in her throat once more before she would speak softly. "Until I saw you, I thought everyone else had died." She sighed, the adrenaline that was pumping through her veins finally receding as her heart rate slowed and the excitement passed. "I think the explosion... the raging ocean waves... it could have been enough to cause injury... even amnesia." It was her best guessed at what happened to him, but in truth, only he could say what really happened to him. It was simply a series of events with a probability higher that one percent, and that was enough for Aggie. She had been denying it all this time but... in truth... she was so eager to believe she wasn't the only one. There was one more question she wanted to ask however, one that her heart had been wanting to cry out since she first laid eyes on him.

"Are there others?"

"Aggie""Meeko"

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me