Is There Really A Cure?

N/A · 02-05-2014, 08:50 PM

"Two can keep a secret if one of us is dead my dear friend"

The words had ran through his mind so many times, and yet, they didn't mean a damn thing to him anymore. He was alive, maybe not so much as well, but alive and his friend... well you could say the poor sucker was dead just like he claimed the secret could be kept in only such a way. Rheily had been alone for quite some time, picking and scavenging through this life thinking of nothing more to it then just that. Can everyone just pick and flake through this life like so? Like he did, almost a gypsy soul but without the... how would one say, without the love for everything only the love for himself. Though his thoughts weren't exactly good or bad in most situations they probably hadn't been ontop of the sane list to many other wolves he'd ever ventured around.

Pads landed on the earth stirring up dust announcing his arrival to anything that wanted to know, he smiled at the forming dust clouds taking a deep inhaling breath through his nares. History. This land, whatever it was called, held so much he couldn't imagine the stories of how it all became and had gotten here. He was considered a theif of knowledge. Someone who wandered trying to catch the past of every wolf he encountered, attempting to learn their history and part with it. On a rare chance he was gifted with blessing, usually from the eldest of wolves, for granting them pardonship with their sins. He was nothing of a holy wolf and it bothered him to have to carry their so called 'sins' with him the rest of his life while they died calm and collected after years of suffering their secret guilts.

Golden eyes landed on three wolves. Interesting. No words were spoken, one stood seeming to stare, the other scented the air, and the tail tucking one... well her intentions were clear. A new target? He gave a wicked smile for a brief second and let his pillars carry him forward. He cleared his throat as he drew closer to the trio, dropping his body language to that of just a stranger.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry to have interupted anything. Can anyone tell me, what lands have I stumbled upon?"
Golden eyes shifted between the three and landed again lastly on the sunken female. He was confused, if she knew them this behavior must mean someone of respect was before, if not, she was clearly an omega minded submissive female. His tassle swept behind him once with a thought before he settled it in the back of his mind. His midnight colored pelt swayed in what little breeze there was and he took another deep breath mentally storing away their scents for later purpose, once he found one.

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