Distant Memories [Ryker]

[Antares]

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A few days had passed since her acceptance into Ultoris, but Antares still struggled to feel that Aleru was truly home. It was something that she assumed would develop over time; yet, it still left a strange unsettled feeling within her chest. She knew none of these wolves closely, but had promised her loyalty to them. At least she had done right by her father, or so she liked to believe; after all, he had been quite fond of Severus and believed him to be a friend. It only seemed fitting to seek out this pack, if her parents had trusted the Alpha then she should as well. Both of them may be dead, but the russet femme found it hard to believe that they had judged his character poorly. Thus far, Antares had been quite pleased with how things had turned out. Their lands were secluded and safe, but quite different than where she grew up; the Alpha had given her a positive first impression and much to her pleasure some of the anxiety and worry had begun to fall away. Coming here had been a positive decision indeed.

Antares had been exploring Aleru in great detail since sunrise, attempting to become as familiar with the lands as possible. Her mind had been droning monotonously, thinking about everything and nothing simultaneously. She had hoped something of interest would distract her attention from the thoughts of her past, but unfortunately nothing had. A light sigh escaped from her muzzle as her paws carried her gracefully to the rivers edge. The river rushed rapidly before her, reflecting fragments of the sun's vibrant rays in every direction. Squinting her golden eyes slightly, she lowered her muzzle to the stream to quench her thirst. Although she managed to get her drink, the current was substantially faster than she had anticipated. Water sprayed itself across her face and chest, with a slight scoff the petite canine stepped back from the river. Eyes narrowed accusingly at the water as she gave her pelt a slight shake. 

Slightly embarrassed, Antares lowered her frame to the ground. The river was secluded; yet not silent - which was something that she found surprisingly important at the moment. Typically, the absence of sound did not bother her; however, in this new land the sound of the rapid river was quite soothing. It was the sound of forward motion, something she had been using all of her willpower to perpetuate in her life lately. There was a strange emptiness, silence within her lately. One that she knew not how to properly evaluate. 'With time I am sure things will get better,' she tried to convince herself. A slight grin tugged at her lips for a brief moment before drifting away, allowing a stoic expression to overcome her features once again. As she lay upon the ground, she permitted her mind to wander ever so slightly. To ponder what the future may hold for her here. Antares had never been much of a dreamer; in fact, she lived in the moment more than any of her siblings had. Perhaps that is why she had survived and they had not, so far as she knew. It was easier to assume them dead, it was a more realistic outcome than to assume that they had survived and were out there somewhere.

Time passed without much notice from the russet femme. The sun went from being perched high in the azure sky to casting purple and pink hues along the horizon. Several hours had passed; yet, she still lay there, enveloped within her own mind. Tassos seemed to be a memory from lifetimes ago. Sometimes it seemed surreal for her to think about. Perhaps that was all part of the plan, all part of coping with such a loss. Antares had never let herself become intimately close with others, never felt like anyone knew who she was at a fundamental level - anyone except her father that was. He had always seemed able to tell exactly what was on her mind, whereas others were clueless. Maybe it was something flawed within herself. Finally drawing herself back to the real world, the red femme flicked her ears quickly. She was partially surprised that no one had stumbled upon her resting place yet. 'Or maybe they have, and I just haven't noticed.'




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680
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Ryker
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I feel like this is terrible. I hope you still love me.

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[Ryker]

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Ryker's conversation with Laurel had been sparse in actual words, yet the male found himself walking away with a new sense of confidence about him. Though he had never been one to believe in fate, he could not help but feel that Laurel's confidence that he belonged here should be shared. After all, he could not have the devil hanging over his head for the rest of his life. This place was safe, and he would continue to tell himself that until he believed it. The black and golden male departed from his new friend's company, curious to see what else this place had to offer. Yet he found himself quickly drawn back to the water's edge, comfortable with the sounds of the rushing current against the rocks. Ryker meandered along the shoreline, his golden paws splashed by the chilly waters constantly. The male once again found himself deep in thought, but the universe had a cruel sense of humor today.

Rather than allowing him the honor of a peaceful few moments, the male's smile quickly froze, fading to an expression of shock, then morphing to horror, at the sight before him. For right before his very eyes stood Shayde. "Sh.. Shayde," the words tripped from his muzzle, far louder than he had initially expected. The word meant absolutely nothing to him, yet the wave of trepidation and outpouring of affection toward the she-wolf led him to believe that it was a fond, or terrifying, memory. The name lingered on his tongue, bouncing around in his head as he tried to place the name. She's dead, a dark voice chuckled inside his mind, taunting him. But that could not be the case, for clearly he had recognized the femme, right? The male's pace sped slightly, aching to close the distance between the pair so he might determine exactly who he faced.

But as Ryker approached the she-wolf, his nose crinkled in confusion. Though he could not remember who Shayde was, or what impact she had on him in the past, the smell around this femme was all wrong. She was like nothing he had ever scented before, and now he found himself faced with an interesting, and potentially awkward, situation. The femme was not a scent that he had picked up around the dens, so she was likely new here. That was not saying much, considering he had been a resident of Ultoris lands for only a few short weeks, but she was even newer here than he. And so he was forced to make conversation; forced by his own traitorous mind deceiving him into believing this was someone from his past.

"Hello there, I am Ryker," he introduced himself calmly, though his heart raced at the very sight of the she-wolf. Though he could not recognize the femme's scent, there was something about her that made his heart pound in a way he had not experienced since the day he woke up. Who was this wolf?

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Tags: Antares
Notes: I feel like my post was worse!!

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[Antares]

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It was only when the brute first spoke that Antares became consciously aware of the fact that she was no longer alone. Mentally chastising herself, she gracefully rose to her feet. The young female attempted to disguise the fact that he had caught her quite off guard, to say the least. This situation was quite unlike her, prior to her arrival in Aleru she always kept her guard high. It was safer that way, one never knew what sort of monster lay hidden within the shadows. There were times where she felt that she was such a dark entity, watching others distantly; yet, for some reason she felt more comfortable within Ultoris than she had on her own. Perhaps it was because of her parents' belief that these wolves were not vile creatures like some of the ones they had encountered. Perhaps it was simply because being within a pack brought back some happy childhood memories of family. Despite the destruction, there were good times - and a part of Antares mind clung dearly to those. She had yet to sort out the reasoning for the sensation of safety within herself, but that would likely come with time and learning to better cope with her past. It surely liked to haunt her, lingering in the grey edges of her mind.

'Shayde?' The red female was hardly certain that she had correctly heard the brute, but he certainly appeared quite shook up. As he moved towards her, she offered a slight smile to him in a silent greeting. It was a feeble attempt to cover the fact that he had caught her with her guard down. Antares was not opposed to company in the slightest, but she had not expected it to happen in such an awkward mannerism. Her yellow eyes quickly scanned the approaching brute, taking in as many details as possible. The look of confusion within his eyes, created a strange sense of compassion within herself. Whatever had just happened, had stirred something within the brute - that much she could tell; however, she was clueless as to what it could possibly have been.

Antares could not deny the strange, but exhilarating, feeling from all of this. Change had been swarming around her these past few days, but this was something different. She had expected to meet her pack-mates in the boring, traditional ways. The fact that this encounter had been so shocking to both of them was strangely welcome to her. She hoped it was not going to be too traumatic to him, for whatever had startled him seemed far worse than she had it. Ears perked as she heard him speak once more. The slight smile upon her features grew as his brief introduction caressed her senses. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Ryker," her words were fluid from her muzzle. 'Sir,' she mentally laughed at herself, 'I sound like my father.' That was something that she always remembered with complete clarity, her father had always been such a gentleman. He was respectable to those that received none from others... and he spoke with such a strange formality. She could not recall meeting another who spoke in quite the same manner as he had. "Antares is my name. My acceptance into Ultoris is a recent event; although, I am certain you knew that already." A slight giggle escaped from her muzzle, breaking the stiff formalities in which she spoke.

She opted to say nothing about how frazzled he had first appeared, nor the mysterious word he had spoken. There was little reason to bring about more disturbance to their introduction; yet, curiosity was tugging aggressively at her mind. If being a loner had taught her anything, it was that patience truly was necessary - and that being too invasive on a stranger was quite impolite. Hopefully, her social skills would relieve some tension from this brute and make him feel less on edge. Her heart-pounded eagerly within her chest, Ryker had intrigued her in a way that no other had. Antares longed to know his story, what had him shook up to this extent?



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690
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Note:
Meow!

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[Ryker]

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Things were certainly not working out how Ryker had first expected. Though thoroughly shaken by the appearance of this femme, the Mackenzie Valley could not place why. There was just a sense of familiarity around her that he could not place, and it was the most unsettling feeling the male had experienced. He simply sat there mute for several moments, unable to form the words and address the femme appropriately. Somehow, he managed to snap out of his stupor, though not after several moments of uncomfortable staring. "I am sorry, Miss," he apologized with a half smile, the sense of familiarity still far stronger than he would have liked. "I, too, am new to Ultoris," he offered, a slight stutter in his tone. Although he clearly did not know Antares, there was something about her that drew him to her, and it was one of the most comforting and frightening feelings he had experienced. "I apologize, Miss Antares, but it seems you remind me of someone I used to know," he admitted, a softness in his voice that he had not previously held. The male's bright green eyes scanned leisurely over the female, trying to force his mind to remember why the name Shayde was so important to him.

Though Ultoris was meant to be a sanctuary of sorts for him, Ryker was consistently questioning his decision to come here. Overall, the male felt more secure tucked away from the world. But everything was becoming a "tick" of sorts here, when he had thought being around unfamiliar faces would provide a sense of comfort and security for him. The male found his gaze dropping down to his golden paws, certain he would make the femme uncomfortable if he continued his staring. Why can't I remember? The feeling of despair seeped into his mind, taunting him for his inability to recall Shayde or why she was so important to him. And now, poor Antares was becoming the unwilling victim of his mind's games; if he was not careful, he would frighten the female away and get himself kicked out of the pack. "I hope I have not made you uncomfortable, Miss," he murmured in apology, allowing his green eyes to drift back up to the femme's gentle yellow ones. She was certainly a lovely wolf; there was simply something about her that drew the male to her. But Ryker did not want to have any sort of relationship with his pack mates that was based on dishonesty or manipulation. He could not in good conscious pursue this female if his mind was trying to convince him that she was Shayde.

And who was Shayde? Was this a former mate, or a lover? The name still rang clear in his mind, and the feelings of absolute love and despair surrounded it. Had he lost a mate many years ago and simply could not recall? It would be truly inappropriate for him to go for this pretty femme if he was unconsciously trying to replace his deceased mate with her. But Ryker simply could not remember, and the dread he had initially felt at the loss of his memories was seeping back once more. How could he continue like this?

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Tags: Antares
Notes: I am sorry, bad post is bad.

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