Jar Of Hearts
06-07-2013, 08:17 AM
((saying my characters were sick in the time I was gone))
Fatigue wracked his body, limbs so tired that pain seemed to ball up in his joints and lock them into place. He didn't know how long he had been in this place, curled up in a tight ball along the boarder. He vaguely knew a pack meeting had been called and held but he had been unable to gather the strength to go to it. Did he even want to go to this one after the last one? No... No he didn't... So he had dragged himself to his den instead, sorting through a few dried herbs he had collected, just a few for just in case during the winter. He wished he had done more, wished he could have gotten his collection to be as big and extensive as his mothers. If this was home, if she was here he would have been better in a few days. She always knew what to do... She had been blind as a bat and crazy as a loon near the end but she had still known her way around her herbs, able to find exactly what she needed in seconds it seemed. Maybe if he ever lived to be her age he could be that knowledgeable. Though a few days ago he had been fairly sure death had been around the corner. 4 days of fever riddled dreams, pain and stomach rejecting anything he tried to eat including the herbs that would eventually make him better. He felt like hell, but today was better, he could move if he wanted to now. Not without a fair amount of pain but the herbs were beginning to work, bringing down the red hot pain in his joints and thankfully breaking his fever. He lay, curled into a ball as if hoping he could disappear into himself, trying to get a bit of rest while he could. No one had come looking for him, even Aislyn seemed to be preoccupied with their daughter and didn't seem too worried about what he did anymore. He had barely seen her since Liberty's birth. Hadn't really seen her since he had tried to ask her to be his mate and had been interrupted by their old alpha. A heavy sigh slid through his teeth as eyes opened and he tried to flex his muscles. They weren't overly sore but they were simply tired. It seemed that the worst was over and now it was just time to recover. He needed food, needed to go hunting. Maybe tomorrow... Maybe he would go find Liberty and see if she wanted to hunt bunnies with him. Though he probably looked awful, his normally well groomed coat matted and dirty from his time laying in one spot. Maybe he should bathe and then go see her... That sounded like a better idea... He nodded slightly, trying to focus his resolve as he rolled himself onto his stomach and then began to position his legs to get up. It was harder then he had thought it would be, waves of fatigue rolling over him once he finally got himself up. He had missed the winter, the chill and the snow... He was a bit disappointed that the lake was more or less frozen over but if he could find a nice snowbank he could get himself a bit more presentable. It was one step at a time, the normally handsome brute looking like he had been hit by a sack of shit as he focused on placing one paw in front of the other. He found a snowdrift in no time at all, it wasn't like there was a shortage of them, and almost fell into it. A cloud of powered snow flew up around his body as he rolled and thrashed. The cold came as a shock, a sharp jolt that instantly made him more alert. Shoulders rolled as he flipped himself on his back, body wiggling to and fro as he attempted to get cleaner. It was while he was doing this that he heard her call. She wanted to see him? That was a rare occurrence... Last time he had even caught her scent she had been taking Liberty and leaving the pack lands... A deep breath was drawn in as he rolled onto his stomach and allowed his ears to flip towards the sound, she wasn't far thankfully. Did he want her to see him like this? He was getting thin, the lack of eating for the past few weeks weighing down on him just as much as the sickness had. Now with a slightly damp coat his fur clung more to his body and gave him a rather sickly appearance. That, luckily, could get fixed... Once again the male hauled himself to his paws, splaying his paws to keep his balance as he shook his coat out rather violently. Once done he simply looked fluffy and dirty. The snow hadn't gotten all the dirt off. But it was the best he could do for now... Head tipped back and a short, softer howl answered hers easily as he started walking with a simple message 'I'm coming'. Though the distance wasn't far it took him almost half an hour to get to her, legs trembling slightly and threatening to give out. This was too much walking for his first day up and and about but he didn't really want to tell Aislyn to come to him instead. That wouldn't exactly be the gentlemanly thing to do... As he approached the sight of her brought up the usual turmoil of emotions. She was beautiful, the perfect woman but she was also the ball and chain that was forcing him to remain in these pack lands. Back at home he had never had an issue staying home, had never strayed far from pack lands and had always been there when any of his family had needed him. Being a rouge had been hard on him but he had coped, even begun to enjoy it for a while but had always wanted what he had lost... He had wanted family and someone to love. He thought he had found that with Aislyn but she had duties to attend as beta and all he could do was wander. He had no purpouse or rank in this pack, no reason to be for and that was hard on him. He wasn't used to having no purpouse... His purpouse should be caring for his family but Ais had proved time and time again that she didn't really need him, that she could have this family in her own... But still as he approached he smiled weakly at her. "Aislyn... I've missed you..." he breathed, tail waving weakly at his heels. He wanted nothing more then to wrap her in an embrace but he wasn't sure if his legs could take anymore moving and though he was on the home streatch for getting better he didn't know if he was contagious or not still. Or even what was wrong with him... |