Embrace the Darkness [cyric + siscarm + open]

[crise]

'Ready... steady... NOW!' Quick as a flash a Mexican femora found herself streaking across the Chamoru Plains. The setting sun painted the skys it pretty pastels, but the fae took no notice. Her entire focus was on the rather plump rabbit about ten feet in front of her.

Paws kicked up a little dirt and a few strands of grass as her pace gradually increased. Crise's heart began to race as she gained on the rabbit, ready to make the kill. It wasn't long before her jaws closed around the neck of the plump lagamorph, fangs sinking into the flesh. She shook her head thoroughly, trying to ensure the death of her small meal. Unfortunately, she'd never know the success of her kill.

Crise had put a bit too much effort into her chase. Her heart rate was much too high and the rapid shaking of her head did nothing to help matters. She suddenly paused in her motions, standing completely still as she tried to focus her grey eyes. The world was spinning and she couldn't stop it. 'Oh no!'

Suddenly, a loud ringing sound filled her ears. She let out a surprised whimper, dropping the rabbit on the ground. Stumbling a few steps, she began to shake her head again; this time her goal was to clear it. Several minutes later Crise lay unconscious on the ground, maw stained with rabit blood as her prey struggled to hop away.

The stress of the hunt on her heart had been to much. Once again the Mexican femme found herself blacked out. Her unguarded, unconscious form lay in a heap in the grass, subject to all the tortures of the open plains. When she would regain consciousness was unknown. It could be minutes, hours, or even a few days. The best that could be hoped for was that no one overly dangerous stumbled across her fallen body.

[jiminiminy]

We have things to do...Big things...Completely monumental things...Things that will save or end the lives of millions of animals...Yes...Things... This self composed message was slowly cantering through Siscarm's mind as he meandered his way through the vast fields. They were so big, mind boggeling large that the wolf fely slightly afraid. He found comfort in the confined mountains, but here he felt...exposed.

With his eyes fixated on his path, the old wolf saught to find Sir Exodus. They did have a meeting after all, but he really doubted he'd find the inky black pelt in the ineitable darkness. Disregarding his chances, Siscarm ventured through the sea of flowers. While another wolf might find the area appealing, Siscarm found that the pollen itched his nose, the scrub and brush itched his belly, and there was a single misquito irritating his nose.

After the insect took a rather large bite on his snout, Siscarm decided that he didn't quite like the place. Snapping the bug up, he took great relish in crushing it between his teeth. As he swallowed the husk, the wolf really realized how hungry he was. It had to have been at least four days since his last meal, something unheard of since his nomadic days.

With the dried husk falling down his throat, Siscarm could feel something coming up. Oh no... He thought, the sensation of phelgm creeping into his mouth now. Bending over, he coughed quite violently into the dirt, but the viscous liquid held fast in his esophagus. Now there was a predicament, he had to cough, but he couldn't cough without breathing, and he couldn't breathe in his current situation.

As he felt his heart slowing, he saw irony in the fact that, during his generally dangerous life, he was now about to die by his own bodily functions. Ohh, the gods would laugh that one up. Cheeky bastards. Bringing his gaze upwards, he saw what appeared to be a deer of some sort staggering in the field, a good half a kilometer away. Forget dieing, we need a meal. his brain told the rest of the body.

Turning away, Siscarm brought a paw hard to his jugular, and with a rather unhealthy sound and smell, he deposited his problem in a nearby bush. Without a second thought, the wolf dashed towards where he had seen the animal fall. There was fresh meat to be found, and he would get there first.

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"Oh my, how depressing." Siscarm looked down at his find. Not only was it not today's meal, it was a sleeping wolf. "What kind of wolf falls asleep in a field? Not in my day, no no." The elder looked down at the femme, a sort of motherly look in his good eye. Revealing half a grin, he said, " Ah well, I supposee I should watch over her. We can't have any evil wolves finding her can we." The tone he used was extra gruff, as though to compensate for his occular expression earlier.

[cyric]

Brown tipped ears perked up. One twitched one way, the other another way. The way both white ears worked together, it was obvious they were good instruments to hearing things. Things such as a hare chase a good distance away. Sniffing hungrily at the air, a white form stood to his full height of twenty-eight inches. Bandaged eyes that were beyond repair searched around unseeing as ever. Taking a step forward, a yellow golden flower became nothing more than a crushed weed under the brute’s paw. It was not long before the scent of blood was on the air. To any other wolf, the scent would have been faint, yet to Cyric it was quite heavy. “Cyric hungry. Eat scraps.” He growled in his cranky, slightly whiney sounding voice.

Taking another whiff at the air, he soon pin pointed the general area of the death of the hare. The wolf, a femme by the smell, was still near by. Hopefully by the time he got his blind hindquarter to the feast, she’d be gone. Taking unsure steps forward, Cyric tested the ground, for he did not remember where it was he was. After taking those few hesitant steps, the memory of a vile smelling field of flower smashed into the wall that blocked the memory. Instantly, the night’s previous events flooded into his mind.

Waiting for them to pass, Cyric stood still. Suddenly, he bounded forward. With his ears, he listened to the sounds his paws made against the grassy floor as well as the sound of the wind. The wind pushed against his face which was a good thing. This way, that curse female wouldn’t even scent him coming. Before he knew it, his left front paw hit something hard and the brute went sailing forward. “Curse rocks!!” Cyric shouted as he jumped up to his paw once more while his head swing angrily from side to side. His lip was curled in a nasty snarl. Growling, he snorted. “Cyric curse rocks. Dead, dumb rocks. Rocks always trip Cyric. Cyric needs Rock-sense. Yea, Rock-sense keep Cyric from tripping on rocks.” Grinning madly to himself, the brute started off once again to find the hare.

Stepping up to the scene of the hunt, Cyric took another heavy sniff. “Femme still here.” He muttered angrily under his breath. Listening, he soon figured out around where he body lay. “Maybe hare kill her.” He chuckled and sniffed around to find the little piece of food. Finding it not too far off, bleeding and uncoordinated, Cyric soon ended it’s misery with his semi-powerful jaws. Instantly, he ripped into the meat and it was mostly gone within a matter of minutes. Licking his blood stained lips, Cyric looked over where the femme lay, or rather where he thought she lay. Would she not protect her meat? Ah well, more for Cyric.

Suddenly, a sharp scent of a male entered into his nose. Cyric’s head snapped up from it’s previous position of inches away from the rest of the hare’s disheveled body. Growling, the white brute’s ears twitched and then located the source of the smell. It, it being the male, was not far from Cyric. How could the brute have missed this newcomer?! Slinking low, the damaged brute licked his lips and hoped his off white coat had gone unnoticed in the field of pretty looking, colorful flowers. Or what he presumed to be pretty looking flowers after all.

[crise]

The young femme lay still, the only sign of her still being alive a very gentil rise and fall of her chest. Her vision was dark, her ears were deaf, and her sense of smell was diluted. Her mind was absoultely still, filled with no thoughts at all. Or, if it actually did have thoughts and dreams, the unconscious figure would not remember them upon waking.

Oh, if only Crise were awake in order to see the hand fate had currently dealt her. Two brutes were afoot, both most likely older and much larger than the young runt. Her little meal was now in the belly of another. And to make matters worse, both males were lurking around her fallen body.

Then again, had the Mexican femora been awake the brutes would have probably been a little worse for wear. Crise wasn't exactly a quiet girl, and the minute she spotted both she'd be talking their ears off. Very friendly and outgoing, the femme had a gentle nature that let her approach anyone. She'd willingly chat about any topic in the world if it ment having a good bit of company. For now the brutes were lucky that she was unconscious.

The old brute and the blind male would definately be in for quite the surprise when she finally woke up. Crise wasn't the type to run away and hide after one of her horrible little spells. Oh no, definately not her nature. The first thing she always did was seek out the company of others. This time she wouldn't even have to look. Her eyes would open, land on the two males, and as if on autopilot the questions would tumble from her maw one right after the other. It was rare Crise remembered anything after one of her blackouts, and talking was the quickest way for her to regain her memories. Yes... For now the two brutes were rather lucky that Crise was incapacitated.

[jiminiminy]

Siscarm could actually feel his eyes making an efort to close. The setting sun was toying with him, taunting him with the prospect of a good night's rest. But no, he couldn't sleep, he knew what he would miss, and he knew what he would see. Besides, he likely would have been dragging his sorry butt across the plains anyways, might as well have himself a true reason to stay awake.

Even so, it was so tiring to stay awake, and his body was hungry and weak, not exactly helping his situation. Blearily looking across the plains, he took note of the various shades and mixes. How he loved the colours, even in the dulling effects of evening they still help splendor.

But there was a tint of something about. A faint whiff in the air, or a few bushes moving against the wind. Siscarm looked as though he would fall asleep any time, but in truth he was wide awake, as alert as he could be at the time. He could hear the muttering of whomever was closing in, and the words they spoke were agitated, if not a bit crude.

Though his narrowed eyes scanned to area, Siscarm had no more indication of a presence than the feeling he had, and the memory of a few moving bushes, and a little bit of noises. Even without proof, Siscarm knew someone was out there, rather close too, but he couldn't leave this wof's side. Nothing to do but watch. Watch and wait.

"Damn I hate this place."

Oh, he had no idea how much he did.

[cyric]

Giving a sniff, Cyric stood up. There didn’t seem to be any movement and the scents around him seemed faint. Suddenly, he gave a rather loud sneeze. “Stupid flowers! Nasty, vile, disgusting dead!” The brute cursed angrily as he rubbed his nose with his paw. Already he could tell the effect the flowers were having on his nose. Scents were no longer sharp and distinguishing. Growling to himself, Cyric looked around hesitantly. Deciding he really didn’t care if the others were still there or not, he took a step forward. Wait, which way had that femme and brute been? Oh crap, he couldn’t remember. Stopping to look around once more, the brute growled to himself. “Crap, Cyric. He no remember.” The strange brute whispered to himself and sniffed around only to make a sniffling, nasty noise. Great, now his nose decided to become runny. Giving another sneeze, Cyric gave a sharp, irritated sigh. Trotting forward, it wasn’t long before Cyric tripped over the body of the down femme. Giving a yelp of surprise, Cyric jumped back all snarls.

With his hackles raised, he took on a defensive position as his head and ears swung around wildly to figure out what action was best to take. “Stupid! Lay in middle of field! Cyric should hurt you for making him trip!” He hissed as he snapped his jaws angrily to prove his point. Question was now whether or not she believed him. Little did Cyric know she was still unconscious.

[crise]

"Un..." Slowly Crise was beginning to come to. Something hard had hit her side, and it was just enough to jolt some sense back into her brain. First her breathing became more labored as she struggled to take in a suciffient amout of air. The smells that hit her nose were sharp and only slight pleasant. 'Wha? Flowers? And brutes?' "Mmm..."

A moan escaped her as her hearing began to come back as well. The incessant ringing was still present, but it wasn't nearly as bad as before she collapsed. She had missed the mutterings of the blind brute as well, and therefore had little clue about her companions. Then again, she had even less of a clue about herself. She'd yet to try and see what sorts of memories she'd managed to retain about anything.

Finally opening her eyes, the Mexican femme let them wander as far as they could without having to move her head. She was laying in a field riddled with flowers and tall grasses, and she thought she'd made out the shape of a set of paws not too far a away. "Nn... Where am I?" Her question was rhetorical for the moment, as she hadn't regained enough sense to launch into her usual "just woke up after a period of blacking out" personna.

Taking a deep breath, she sneezed. Her eyes narrowed in displeasure and she inhaled again. This time she did her best to ignore the pollen and succeeded in not sneezing. Crise then tried to push herself up into a sitting position. Slowly her legs struggled against the ground as she tried to overcome gravity. "Grn..." At first, luck wasn't on her side and she fell back down with a thud. Her second attempt ended much like the first one, with the fae eating a few flowers. As they say, however, thrid time's the charm, and Crise managed to make it into a sitting position.

Now much more fully awake and alert, she let herself better survey her surroundings. She was indeed sitting in a large field riddled with flowers. Looking over her was an old brute who seemed to be falling asleep, and just to her right was another brute, this one also older and a little angry looking. Crise paid no mind to the current moods of either, however, a large grin slowly spreading across her maw.

"Could either of you two tell me where I am?" she cheerily questioned as her gazed bounced back and fourth from one male to the other. "Or who I am, for that matter? And who are you? And why does my side hurt? And do either of you hear an annoying ringing noise?" Ah yes. Crise's barrage of questions had begun. Usually when she had to seek out company she was a bit more tactful in the way she asked what was on her mind. Since the two brutes had conviently been at her side when she had woken up, she saw no reason to try to hide the fact that she was currently clueless about everything.

Crise's mind had automatically jumpped to the conclusion that the two males knew who she was. Why else would they have been standing so near? That was the only explination for it. Licking her lips, the taste of semi-stale blood tickled her tongue. "Were we all hunting?" That must have been it! She most likely had teamed up with a few other loners to catch a meal, and had blacked out in the process. She faintly recalled that this was not the first time she'd had a fainting spell. That was about all she could remember, however, and the reasons she would ever fall unconscious currently eluded her.

[jiminiminy]

Siscarm now had the wolf in sight, and the small white canine was plainly making an attempt to keep quiet and out of sight. Regardless of its attempts, the wolf was staying in the elder's peripheral vision without much effort, though he could barely hear the wolf now. Perhaps he was going deaf?

There was a sneeze, and the sound re-vibrated in his ears. As Siscarm had tuned his ears to the softest sound, this sudden noise startled him, and his whole body tensed for half a second as a reaction to the pain in his ears.

Exhaling the oxygen he had taken in during his tense moment, Siscarm heard a second sneeze through the scrub. As now he was less finely tuned, his mind was able to process the rather close position of this wolf. He had assumed that this wolf was farther away, but it would seem that it was just small.

Well, it would seem now that the wolf had abandoned all prospects of being sneaky, and was now walking towards Siscarm with a sorry look on his face. Perhaps he's coming to apologize? The elder almost snorted with the concept, but he abstained so as to not sneeze.

As the wolf, who Siscarm now identified as a brute, came forward, his disability became apparent. Though some form of disability was apparent, the elder couldn't decide if it was blindness or stupidity. Opening his mouth to speak, Siscarm expected the wolf to stop at the edge of the two. But stop he did not. The brute kept walking until he was abruptly stopped by tripping over the sleeping femme.

Immediately standing, his eyes snapping open, Siscarm bared his teeth to this newcomer. What did he think he was doing? As his new opponent took a defensive position, but facing a different direction, Siscarm deduced that he was blind, though still not well bestowed in the intelligence area. For now, he was all but invisible to the wolf, as his shallow breathing was likely masked by the words of the blind one, and his smell was masked by the blooming flowers.

Siscarm watched as the wolf snapped threateningly at the sleeping femme, almost snorting a second time, but abstaining this time to keep his anonymity. With a single sneeze, coming from neither of the wolves, his whole body tensed for a second time. Slowly scanning the area, he saw the femme struggling to bring herself up.

Before he could do anything to help, the femme succeded in bringing herself up and, as if a sitting position got her brain working, the two were immeaditly battered with a barrage of cheerily said questions. Sighing, Siscarm tried his best to answer them, though his voice was deeper and more measured than that of the femme.

"You are in the Chamoru Plains, on the south tip of Anikira. I am...a loner of these parts, as for who you are, I do not know. I found you collapsed in the field about twenty minutes ago, and I came to watch over you."

Pausing due to lack of oxygen, Siscarm took a deep breath before he was able to continue. "Your side likely hurts because you collapsed on a bed of stones. I've been hearing a ringing in my ears since long before you were born, and, no, we were not hunting. I came after, though I believe that you may have been hunting alone."

Siscarm swayed from left to right, rather winded. He didn't think that he'd ever spoken that long since...nevermind, and he felt as though he might faint himself. Putting himself back into a seated position, he decided to take a momentary rest.

[cyric]

As the snarl from Siscarm’s muzzle rung out loudly in Cyric’s ear, the white brute with a brown belly spun his blind and bandaged cranium around to face the other lone brute. Snarling back himself, Cyric’s hackles rose and he took a step back. He always fought back for he had nothing else to do. However, fighting was never his strong point. No, no, that would be annoying. Suddenly, a sneezed ripped through his nose and he went into a fit. When his body at least had calmed down, Cyric was a little angrier. These flowers were the root problem to his sneezing fit, at this moment. Wanting to just be gone, the brute was about to sneak away but the femme he had tripped over had begun to awaken. With a twitch of the ears, Cyric’s simply reply to the ‘where am I question’ was, “Hell.” This was becoming known as a Hell-hole to Cyric with all the nice smelling flowers that caused him to hate this place. “Vile, nasty, annoying.” He muttered crossly to himself as his head turned in the direction of the flowers. It gave the illusion he could seem them, however, he could not.

“Cyric no tell femme who he is. Femme no need to know who Cyric is. Brute no need to know who Cyric is, either. They hurt Cyric later.” The not so smart wolf growled with a snort. “Cyric never hunt with femme, brute. Cyric always hunts alone. Hates wolves. Wolves annoying. Fool, Cyric leave now.” The brute said and sneezed twice more. Rubbing his nose with his paw, he removed the snot that hung of his irritated nostrils. Swiveling his head slowly, Cyric attempted to find an area which would best suit his travels. Pausing shortly to at least try and figure out which was best, Cyric sighed heavily and sneezed once more. “Cyric hates life.” He said randomly and his voice went love and almost pathetic.

[crise]

"Stranger... Cyric..." the femme repeated what she had settled for using as their names for the time being as her gaze shifted from the old brute to the blind brute. As the old wolf hadn't given his name, she'd figured calling him "Stranger" would do for now. And as for the oddly bandaged blind brute, she meerly guessed his name was Cyric judging by the way he was speaking. As for her own name... "M'names...um... Well, I'm afraid I'm still not sure what my name is. I'll figure it out eventually, I'm sure."

Her voice trailed off as she thought over what else the two had just told her. Chamoru Plains? Mostly likely hunting by herself? 'That explains a lot... "But what's my naaaame?" This particular question was moreso mumbled to herself than to the brutes. Absentmindedly she pawed at the stone the old brute had said she'd fallen on, not really caring much about any pain she was in. It would go away eventually, like the ringing in her ears that was slowly begining to subside. Right now it was more important that she collected the memories of her past.

The sound of a sneeze snapped Crise out of her thoughts, and her head whirled in the direction of Cyric. Tilting it to one side, she couldn't help the giggle that escaped her. The blind brute was rather amusing to watch, when she wasn't too absorbed in digging through her mind for lost memories. G'bless you Mister Cyric Sir!" she called out good-naturedly, a smile forming on her maw as she watched him for a few moments longer before sparing a glance at the old brute.

[jiminiminy]

Siscarm watched the blind brute, who called himself Cyric when he spoke. From what the elder gathered from the unintelligable rantings, the blind brute was a loner, something he could have assumed from his distasteful personality. He seemed to rely of smell moreso than his other three senses, and in the pollinated fields of Chamoru he was more blind that ever. Though he was in a bad position, Siscarm felt no sympathy for him. In the elder's eyes, the gods had a reason to set this upon the brute, and it should not be questioned.

As Cyric's angry musings feded as he made an effort to leave, Siscarm turned his attention to the small femme. She appeared to be a good six inches smaller than he was, much like that other brute from Xinelil's pack. Perhaps they were of the same breed? That was probable. He must have seen a good... four other Tundra Wolves in the past month, seeing a second 'Sand Wolf' as he called them wouldn't be suprising.

As the femme began to speak, Siscarm devoted his brain power to listening rather than thinking. "M'names...um... Well, I'm afraid I'm still not sure what my name is. I'll figure it out eventually, I'm sure." Hmmm, how odd. A wolf that didn't know their own name? Judging by this, as well as her barrage of simple questions earlier, the elder deemed a memory problem was likely.

"Well, we can't have a wolf wandering around without knowing their own name." His words were spoken rather absently, as though he weren't quite all there. "Tell ya what, I'll help you find your name." Looking down at the femme, Siscarm winked and gave a little smirk. "Maybe I'll tell you my own along the way. Wha'd'ya say?"

ooc: My, Siscarm has been feeling helpful lately hasn't he.

[crise]

Crise turned her full attention towards the old brute, her tail beginning to wag excitedly. It was rare a complete stranger offered to help her discover her name. Then again, it was also rare she was able to recover just about everything but her name. The femme rather disliked not knowing what to call herself, so maybe wandering around with the elder for a while would be a very good thing. There was no harm in trying, right?

"Would you really help me?" she first asked, seeking more confirmation than was necessary. "Thanks soo much! That's awesome!" The excitement was evident in the voice of the fae and her grey eyes twinkled with excitement. They were going on a quest to find her name! If she actually took the time to think about it, she'd realize it was a rather obsurd task the old brute had suggested. Crise wasn't exactly in a thinking mood, however, and the thought of simply having pleasant company for a while tickled her pink.

She took a few steps away from the elder, planning to head in the opposite direction Cyric had gone. She quickly paused, however, and took a deep breath. Everything smelled of flowers, and no matter where she looked it was an endless sea of petals. Auds twitching atop her head, she turned and trotted back over to the brute. "Stranger, where do you think we should start looking?" she questioned innocently, looking up at him with a bright smile and big eyes. She was at a bit of a loss for where to start first.

OoC: Meh. Sucky. >.< Sowry Scarmy...

[jiminiminy]

Siscarm smiled brightly, though his teeth weren't so bright as he would have liked them to be. Still, he smiled. This small femme before him was rather joyful, and held the innocence of a pup, and his mind had decided that she would take the place of his lost daughter. The elder wolf felt a bit more whole because of that, and he certainly would like the company for going wherever it was he was going.

"Well of course I'll help you, I was always taught to help anyone who wanted it. And by the way, you don't need to call me stranger. If you need to call me by name, call me Kiminasom. I rather liked that one myself."

Siscarm looked down at the small wolf. Though she seemed eager to begin the search for knowledge, she was quite right with her last comment. Siscarm had absolutly no idea where to look. "Do you remember anything before this, other wolves, or places maybe?" He inquired deeply to the femme. They couldn't well start moving without knowing where they were going, now could they?

"Perhaps you recall a name of place, or maybe you made a friend? Anything would be useful, really." Siscarm was rather concerned with her though, knowledge was more powerful than anything, and it would seem that she had none.

He looked at any tracks that were coming away or towards their current position, but there were so many, what with Cyric tripping, this femme's fall, and Siscarm's seatprint, there was nothing but a mass of tracked grass in a circle in the field. So really their only lead was the memory of an animatic wolf. Though he had faith, that could only carry you so far.

[crise]

"Okiedokie mister Kima... Kimani... Kimana... Kim, Kim, Kiminasom, sir!" she finally managed to spit out, her mouth refusing to perfectly speak the odd name on the first try. Then again, if she didn't even know her own name, why should Crise have an easy time speaking someone else's? That just wouldn't be fair. Yes, if she couldn't speak her own name, why would the fates be nice enough to let her speak someone else's properly?

"Do you remember anything before this, other wolves, or places maybe?"

At his words, the femme tilted her head to the side. "Remember..." she repeated. "Do I remember..." Her brows furrowed as she began to dig around in the recesses of her mind, trying to come up with any sort of clue to who she was. She found memories of the distant past, some filled with horrible events, yet none of those memories brought her any information that would be useful at the moment. The fae tried her best to recall something from the more recent past, but everything was turning up blank.

"Hmm..." Crise sighed. She couldn't think of a single... Wait a minute! Was that a building? A rather crumbly building? "I think I got something!" she suddenly exclaimed, raising to her feet (her intense thinking period had caused her to sit down). "I remember some buildings that were falling apart! Do you know a place like that, Kiminasom"

The femme's expression was a hopeful one as she looked excitedly at the old brute. Maybe what she had just remembered would be excatly the lead they needed. But, was there such a place as a stretch of land littered with decaying buildings located on the Island? Crise had no way of telling if this was a more recent memory, or something very old. She had only caught a glimpse of the buildings in her mind's eye, and wasn't even sure if she had been there by herself or with others. Ah well, she had to keep positive. Surely Kiminasom and herself could stumble upon such a place and job the fae's memory. Crise desperately wanted to remember that she was named Crise.

[jiminiminy]

Siscarm stood as this forgetful femme delved into the depths of her mind at the elder's request. If she truly didn't remember anything about her past, than salvaging her name could prove harder than he thought. Perhaps they would have to simply make a new one up? If they couldn't get the old one, that might be the only solution.

As the minutes wore on, Siscarm found himself getting tired. It had been rather long since he had rested, and so he lay down, taking sparse, 5 minute naps. As he slept, he always made sure to keep his mind open and his senses tuned, and even small sounds would cause him to wake and investigate. They couldn't both be dead to the world, and since he had a choice, he'd have to sacrifice his own rest.

What must have been at least thirty minutes passed by, and Siscarm was awoken in the middle of his sleep. His eyes creaking open, he watched as the femme became more aware of the things around her. Suddenly, as though her line to the past was suddenly severed, the femme spoke.

"I remember some buildings that were falling apart! Do you know a place like that, Kiminasom?"

"Hmmmmm....Buildings....Yes, yes I think I do, bu-"

"We're taking that structure, but make sure to clear the juncture fir-"

Siscarm shook his head. What had just happened? He hadn't felt that sensation since a few nights previous, when he had had that dream. But he was awake? How could he be dreaming?

"If we don't manage to clear out the Harujim, we'll be unable to take th-"

The world was now mixing away. Siscarm lay down completely, so he would not hurt someone as his mind drifted. There was a moment where his reality and his dreams seemed to be distinct realms, but now they were one, and his dream had become reality...

A large wolf stood before a group of about twenty other canines. He was significantly larger than any of the others, and he emitted an air of power around him. He was quite plainly the alpha, or perhaps a warlord of sorts. Either way, he was now briefing his troops, and Siscarm's consciousness was now one of them.

"...leave no one alive. They are the enemy, the pact-breakers. They have never given us mercy, and they do not deserve any in turn. I will take the fourteen conscripts," The last two rows nodded as he said this. "Fojina will take the six recruits." The front row, as well as a rather large femme seated beside the speaker aknowledged this.

Nidding in compliance, he looked down to the final three wolves that were in a group off to the side. Recgonizing that he was in this, the wolf looked from left to right. On his left was a rather old wolf, full of scars and patches of fur missing, and to his right was an almost identical counterpart. Seeing a sort of trend, the wolf couldn't help but feel that he looked identical to the both of them.

"Scamris, Caphron, and Ry'Jin. You will be together for another mission. I can only hope that you do not kill yourselves as a result." The speaker turned away, and began to head towards a crumbled city a good half a kilometer away. The wolf, who now recalled his name as Scamris, could do nothing but follow....

Siscarm opened his eyes, or rather, his eyes became adjusted to the real world. He saw nothing out of the ordinary, no force of warriors, no city, no abnormalities of any sort. He stood again, looking back to the femme. As if there had not been a single pause in his life, Siscarm continued.

"-t they are to the north. A former human settlement lies there, and I'm not suprised that you met another wolf in that vicinity. There aren't any woods anymore, so that settlement provides the only shelter."

Turning himself away, he began to walk towards the northern territories. "Come along now, don't dilly-dally. It might be a good bit farther than you think." Siscarm could do nothing about his memories, but for now all he could do is try to pretend that it didn't happen.