Ain't my fault it's all I got
03-26-2018, 09:29 PM
She was positively exhausted now, body trembling as she moved, eyes struggling to remain open as she pushed onward despite her tired state. Her steps were awkward, front legs crossing over each other as she weaved slightly. Even her attempted naps hadn't helped and she was honestly just hoping she'd stumble into Rogdar or Amos or any of them soon. Perhaps the warmth of her children at her side might help her rest...
A while back she found traces of Amos' scent heading west, but now she'd lost it. At this point Mara was just waiting for a miracle or something equally inexplicable to save her. So far, as the woman wandered through the open fields without direction, she saw no help in the vastness of her surroundings. Eventually she just stopped, swaying slightly where she stood, staring out across the landscape without really seeing. Dealing with her newfound... issues, was a pain. More than that - it was starting to drain the life from her, this confusing, frustrating feeling of not knowing what was wrong with her was leaving her weak and helpless as it robbed her of the ability to sleep or get enough rest to even function.
So there she stood. Directionless, weak, and broken. She shook slightly, hide shivering though it was hardly chilly out.
A while back she found traces of Amos' scent heading west, but now she'd lost it. At this point Mara was just waiting for a miracle or something equally inexplicable to save her. So far, as the woman wandered through the open fields without direction, she saw no help in the vastness of her surroundings. Eventually she just stopped, swaying slightly where she stood, staring out across the landscape without really seeing. Dealing with her newfound... issues, was a pain. More than that - it was starting to drain the life from her, this confusing, frustrating feeling of not knowing what was wrong with her was leaving her weak and helpless as it robbed her of the ability to sleep or get enough rest to even function.
So there she stood. Directionless, weak, and broken. She shook slightly, hide shivering though it was hardly chilly out.
03-27-2018, 07:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-27-2018, 07:26 AM by Inverno.)
Once more sleep didn't want to be easy tonight. For one he couldn't get comfortable and for two he was mentally wide awake. Being mentally wide awake made sleep impossible for him. It also made him fairly grumpy as well. For a while he had laid in his den, trying to overcome his overactive brain, but he ended with vary little progress. Growling the older male got to his feet and stumbled out of his den into the night. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he could continue to frustrate himself with trying to sleep. Driving himself forward he began to quickly move away from the den and quickly leaving his territory in the Weeping Woods. With no particular idea where to go he just wandered, leaving his thoughts to sort themselves out as he roamed the summer night.
He entered the plains smoothly and for a little bit he came across nothing. It was more towards the middle of the territory did something draw his attention from his thoughts. Another was out during this time and just standing to gaze across the territory. He stood looking in her direction, his remaining good eye taking in what he could from this distance. He stood for a while in his spot looking in the direction of the women not knowing how to proceed from here. He didn't really want to talk, nor be near anyone for that matter, but something drew him in. Maybe it was the good Vern trying to fight it's way to the surface, trying to overcome the darkness and bitterness that had been growing. His sloppy gait moved forward towards the women getting him closer and closer as he went.
More of her form became more clear and to his surprise she was just as scarred up as himself.. She was also smaller then her, but only by a few inches. Her body was odd shaped, but it didn't bother him at all.
03-27-2018, 01:38 PM
She stood there, staring into space, trembling slightly like a leaf about to be caught up in an early autumn breeze. Alone in more ways than one. Amber gaze dull compared to her usual glittering stare that betrayed her fight-craving nature. Tail hung limp between her hocks as she contemplated continuing her journey, or simply flopping down into the grass and seeing if she could sleep properly. The idea made her want to laugh - as if sleep would be so kind as to come easily now that it had eluded her so long. What a childish thought, to hope for the highly unlikely.
Sinking ever deeper into self-deprecating thoughts she would increasingly use to punish herself, Mara only ceased when she heard the stranger making his way closers through the darkness. Turning to fix him with those burning eyes that flared to life with his arrival she appraised the decrepit beast that had appeared before her. He looked even worse for wear than her, and that was saying something. The markings layered with the speckled white flecks of age, the scarring comparable or maybe greater than her own, though the eye he'd lost probably left him a lot worse off than her.
Lifting her dark muzzle acerbic laughter flowed from her, ridding the space of its emptiness as the sound filled the area. "Oh, in more ways than one, I'm sure. And what of you? Is there some special circumstance that brings you out into the middle of nowhere?" Though her tone remained fiery as ever, the volume was softer than was normal and her posture didn't reflect much of how she spoke. She looked like she was on her last leg. Maybe she was. She only had one mission left in life, though perhaps if her child was moving with such purpose from the way his scent trail traced such careful paths through the lands, maybe she should leave him be.
Sinking ever deeper into self-deprecating thoughts she would increasingly use to punish herself, Mara only ceased when she heard the stranger making his way closers through the darkness. Turning to fix him with those burning eyes that flared to life with his arrival she appraised the decrepit beast that had appeared before her. He looked even worse for wear than her, and that was saying something. The markings layered with the speckled white flecks of age, the scarring comparable or maybe greater than her own, though the eye he'd lost probably left him a lot worse off than her.
Lifting her dark muzzle acerbic laughter flowed from her, ridding the space of its emptiness as the sound filled the area. "Oh, in more ways than one, I'm sure. And what of you? Is there some special circumstance that brings you out into the middle of nowhere?" Though her tone remained fiery as ever, the volume was softer than was normal and her posture didn't reflect much of how she spoke. She looked like she was on her last leg. Maybe she was. She only had one mission left in life, though perhaps if her child was moving with such purpose from the way his scent trail traced such careful paths through the lands, maybe she should leave him be.
03-27-2018, 07:55 PM
Her eyes seemed to light up and her laugh somewhat surprised him, her words giving him the impression that there was much more going on within. Was she suffering in her own way to? His eye narrowed slightly looking to the women before him. She looked battle bred and he could only assume that it had meant there was dark secrets hidden within her.
His attention turned back to the female as he shifted his form trying to lower his butt to the ground slowly, but it got to a certain point before he ended up flopping his rear end down in an attempt to get more comfortable. Then his gaze darkened as his thoughts drifted back into the shadows of his tortured mind.