Here again, There again [Open]

[archer]

She felt him stiffen as she applied the ointment, but there wasn't much she could do stop the stinging. It was fighting the infection and reducing pain, so it was stinging. Revolution knew what she was doing, and of course, she was happy to have some company in Mortil. The next thing she noticed was that he had moved his head sharply. Unlike most wolves with sight, the female could hear tendons move, and feel the air difference as he moved. Revolution thought she had better explain it to him. "A healer's greatest tool is knowledge about the herbs he or she works with. Yes, I can help, but I can also kill. I've never done it before, but I have had to defend myself before. How due you think I have lived this long?"

"I appreciate your concern, I really do, but if they do come after me, up and leave. Works every time. Most of my life right now has been running. Taking that up again won't really be any different."

Revolution helped him up, then answered him in a soft, gentle tone. It sounded motherly. "You can't go anywhere until you're rested and healed. If you try to fight, it would reopen and you'd bleed to death before anyone could do anything about it. That wrap is meant to keep it clean and stop the bleeding, but it isn't strong enough to withstand battle." She paused, to tell him something only she knew. "My father was an excommunicated Sallin wolf. He tried to kill me, my mother, and three siblings, so I have a long grudge against them."

"Why did you do this for me?" "Any wolf could tell you that I didn't deserve it."

After he said this, her eyes softened, and she seemed so strong at that moment. When she answered him, her voice was a strong, sure tone. "You did deserve it. I don't judge anyone on acts alone. It is what you are inside that matters to me. Besides, I can't see anything or anyone, never could. It is my way to help those in need, no matter who it is, or where they came from. You don't need to speak so ill of yourself. Mortil, you are a living being that feels and thrives just as I do. It is true yo may have done things in the past that are not good in the eyes of others, but I don't care what you've done, I helped you because I wanted to"

She wagged her tail after she had spoken to Mortil.

[Electus]

"My father was an excommunicated Sallin wolf. He tried to kill me, my mother, and three siblings, so I have a long grudge against them."

Mortil arched a regal brow. "I'm sorry", he said simply. He had the feeling that that piece information was private, not meant for idle ears. He felt a little uncomfortable with the fact that she had decided to tell him. He shrugged it off, resisting the urge to scratch absently at the cloth bandage.

"You did deserve it. I don't judge anyone on acts alone. It is what you are inside that matters to me. Besides, I can't see anything or anyone, never could. It is my way to help those in need, no matter who it is, or where they came from. You don't need to speak so ill of yourself. Mortil, you are a living being that feels and thrives just as I do. It is true yo may have done things in the past that are not good in the eyes of others, but I don't care what you've done, I helped you because I wanted to"


"You don't know how many would disagree with you." Mortil said in a neutral tone. "But I guess that doesn't matter, they're all in the grave anyways." He looked a little distant, like he wasn't really there anymore, but somewhere else.

[archer]

The female listened to his voice, his words offering her some comfort. Although it was said, she liked the sound of it. It made her feel safe again.

"I'm sorry",

She turned, and then, looked back over her shoulder at him. She was smiling sadly, but the again, this was a female who had done more, felt more, and been in more dangerous situations than housing a fugitive. She chuckled at this thought. It was rather funny. Besides, Revolution was tired, and needed to sleep. A sluggish young pulled through her mouth, making her ear pull backwards.

Revolution circled, laying down close to Mortil. She sighed contently before she closed her eyes. Sleep pulled her in to its grasp quickly, and before she knew it, Revolution was fast asleep with a peaceful expression on her face. Somehow, she managed to speak in her sleep; however the words were slightly slurred. "G'night Mortil."

[Electus]

The scarred rogue wolf looked down with gentle eyes. Revolution seemed to peaceful, as if all the troubles in the world did not bother her at all. Mortil's single eye twinkled with a sad smile. He padded quietly towards the entrance of the den, looking outside. The rain had stopped. Instead, glittering stars lining the night sky. The wolf smiled a bit sadly to himself. Pinpricks on black satin, he thought. It seemed fitting.

He looked back at Revolution. How had he longed for it to be like this, to have a friend he could trust. One that wouldn't turn on him, not ever. But he could not. He couldn't bring himself to stay; he couldn't ever deal with that ordeal again. How could he? Not when his demons haunted his sleep, and taunted his every step. No.

He could not.

"Sleep well, child of the sightless eye." He said softly, his voice barely a whisper. With one last look, he turned. Almost as an afterthought, he turned to stare at the walls of the den.
With a negligent swipe of his paw, he carved a simple message into the natural walls.

Forever shall Mortilitas Umbra, The Death Shade, be bound by debts of blood and honor to Revolution, Forsaken of Sallin.

Satisfied that his promise to return the favors done to him would be received, Mortilitas Umbra turned and loped into the night.

[archer]

For many hours, the sweet female slept under a peaceful reign, only to discover that when she had awoken the next morn, her friend was no longer. She sighed heavily, then, looking up, saw the message he had carved into the wall.

Forever shall Mortilitas Umbra, The Death Shade, be bound by debts of blood and honor to Revolution, Forsaken of Sallin.

With that, the sightless Revolution trotted out to her den, the clouds gone and a beautiful sunrisae greeting her. Tossing her head to the sky, she laughed, then howled out to the male wherever he was. Her howled was loud, and echoed for several minutes. It had a clear meaning, something she had been told herself. 'Mortil, I am happy to have met you. Sometime, please return to me, for you and I, are in my eyes, friends' That message was loud, and very vibrant, but Revolution padded out to hunt, deciding to go for a walk as she exited the cemetary, following a faint scent trail of a deer, a smile on her face, and a joyful heart.

She howled again, but this time, to share her joy with the world.