Sweet Nothing [Open]

There were many things in life Ghost could not grasp. At one point, she was like any other wolf. A loving family, siblings, a home... and perhaps such common emotions had been easy for her to understand, to connect with. But then her brother had fallen ill, and she had been forced to stay back with him. In his delusional fever he had recognized the scent of her heat but not the fact that she was his sister, and that memory... she could not take it. Her psyche had cracked, shattered, been obliterated into a million pieces until nothing made sense, nothing coincided. Her family was lost to her, their memories nothing more than tattered dreams. Her personality had split, driving her to such insane lengths so she did not simply deteriorate and fall to pieces.

She drew closer too Octavian. Whether out of curiosity, or command of the very many voices in her head, it was impossible to say. She invaded his personal space, her eyes darting back and forth as the voices screamed and bellowed in her head. Her tail consistently battered back and forth, flickering this way and that. What are you doing? He's dangerous run! It screamed at her and before Ghost could form an opinion another bellowed. Oh! He's harmless! Just look at him! Stop being so harsh And thus began the internal war. Screams and shouts, Bellows and hollows, the echoed about her empty cranium filling her head with noises that weren't there. She remained stock still, even her tail froze midswing. A statue, immoveable, unreachable, and then after a rather long pause she moved again.

"You should not be moving with such an injury. Such an affliction could grow contaminated." Her words were whispered, barely there. Her ears swung around, lying flat against her skull and she lowered her head, gingerly stepping forward. She pressed her tongue against the burn and gently lapped at the wound. Ridding it of foreign debris, dirt, and bacteria. The voices fell silent and grew utterly still. Ghost never touched anyone willingly.