Flames to Dust; Open

[dust]

Was it that the rainbow touching the sky was truly the footpath to the gates of heaven? Not heaven in the deathly sense, but rather that it was a place of peace where all hopes and dreams where finally meet. To the wolf who watched the alluring shades of fading colour it seemed that only this could be the answer. That just beyond the horizon of sight would lie a shape so familiar to her she could have etched his face for every detail in sand.
Her paws moved, and her eyes seemed to indicate a surprise for this simple movement. It was so lovely! How the very world around her seemed to slip past her with a few sweeping movements of her strong legs. It was a wonder that captivated until she was moving faster, and faster, and in no time she was running. Lean legs and long strides swallowed away the surroundings until it was a blur to her own eyes.

Even through she barely seemed to control her own movements, they where agile and beautiful in fluidity. Each space of her stride was even and almost purposeful. Yet, when her eyes slipped closed – to properly enjoy the strange feel of the wind whipping across her face and smothering along her hair – everything went topsy-turvy. It was like the world couldn’t stand to watch her move by and not make a movement of its own. Everything changed and up became down, the lady wolf found herself lying in the fine dirt, blinking open her eyes once more.
What wasn’t clear to her fragile mind, was that when she closed her eyes her mind could no longer see where she was going. It was not the world moving around her, it was simply her paws slipping, tripping on the ground and bringing her down.

Her front paws would stretch out and feel against the ground. Child-like wonder, an awe across her face at the course, yet soft feel of the dirt the claws of her front paw. If she ground it together it was like a solid shape between her paw and the earth, yet when her claws of her paw un-grasped it slid to the ground, free of restriction. A soft laugh would escape her lips, a wondrous sound so soft in her unspoiled tones.
She would find her way back to her four-paws once more – heaven knows how, and once more she would begin to walk. Walk until the crumbling grey rocks where before her, and she was in the ruins of what was once (and still is) a cliff side. To her eyes there was nothing decaying about it, in fact the stones seemed to come alive in her mind. Clearly they had a mind of there own, breaking free of there cages and crumbling into hundreds more of themselves on the hard ground. They where free creature, fighting for what they believed in, despite the oppression of the world itself.
She would stand here, before the cliff, and hum, hum to the crumbling rock face, encouraging them to take that leap. Her eyes slipped closed once more but this time the world did not respond to this. She remained on her feet, still, and beautiful, with her wind-swept coat humming around her bulk
And highlighting her for the beautiful creature she was.

[zethrox]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/mid.png] The former alpha wandered breathlessly toward the neighboring terra, eager to get away from the hurting memories that laid just minutes away. Zethrox was quickly losing everything; Akihra thought he was crazy, and now she was furious with him for allowing his great granddaughter out of his sight. He needed to get away from the stress and take a moment to breath. There was too much conflict in the old brute's body, and it was starting to hurt him physically. Zethrox had deteriorated substantially recently, though he had not bothered to correct Akihra when she had exploded on him before, dethroning him and usurping his pack for herself. I had intended for her to be my successor anyways, why not now? I need the break, and I cannot handle the responsibility any longer. The thoughts were fresh in his mind, but that did not mean that he believed them any more than he had when she had called him out on his foolish actions. Zethrox had nearly died in the Occasus, and chances were Irirangi, Auden, and Siscarm would have allowed it. It was an interesting opportunity to see Alya for the first time, but there were surely going to be bitter feelings between them should they ever cross paths again. The deceased alphess had a serious temper, and he had not realized just how much Irirangi had censored her in the past. But he was free here. With the Aldgar pack disbanded, there was no one to span these lands, and he could not be marked as a trespasser. Indeed, part of the territory had been ceded to the Haishin Pack, and while Zethrox had intended to do the same with the remainder of the land, he was not sure how Akihra would react should he continue with his conquest. It was on this thought that the brute caught the scent of another wolf on the wind. He was a curious old fool; he walked straight toward the stranger, not knowing what he would find when he arrived. The timber brute spied the figure of a wolf in the distance, and he emitted a short yip in greeting, alerting her to his presence so that she would not be startled by his approach. He continued to draw closer, his paws closing the gap between them with each stride. ((OOC: Not great, but I needed to do something with him lol.))

[dust]

Dust had no feeling of the time slipping slowly past her, time, what was this insignificant rotation of the future anyway? It came and it went, only to come again as the sun rose and set in endless cycles. Things upon the earth changes so slowly, so slowly that there was nearly nothing to mark the passing’s of the days regardless. So she simply stood there, and let the time come, and let it pass. There was no urgency inside her. She currently felt no hunger, no thirst, no pressing need to move across the earth. In fact, if it wasn’t for hunger and what would eventually become exhaustion she might simply have never moved again. Remaining where she was until the earth took her time-bowed body and made it into soil and life again. She felt no boredom – clearly, her own mind was her paradise... and her nightmare.

But in the end, it was not hunger, exhaustion or time that called her from her heaven. Reluctant eyes would flicker open, focusing on a single figure moving calmly towards her. Dust remained silent, still, watching him. There was no threat in his eyes, no sense of recognition that might pass him as an enemy. He looked old, worn, as through the earth had begun to pull him to its eternal embrace, piece by painful piece.

His eyes where those of an old wolf, one who had seen to much that had happened upon this land. Maybe not just seen it, but been apart of everything that made things as they where today. Dust let her mind wonder away once more; not that she ever really had full control of it. Zethrox; a so far unnamed wolf to her, continued to pull his strides towards her, and she saw him for what she truly thought he was. He was a ghost, something that had been upon this earth uncountable sunrises and sunsets ago. He was a ghost of the past, an image of a wolf walking the earth. There was no saying if he truly saw her, if there was enough of him on the world to even the tables – that as she saw him, he saw her. Or maybe this wasn’t just an echo, a re-run of events past, maybe this was a new tale for an old ghost, maybe he was granting her an audience, she who cared not for the passing of time. She sat on her hunches and she waited, ready to hear what this old ghost had to say.

[zethrox]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/mid.png] The aging brute finally caught the attention of the lone female, but what he saw in her eyes was disturbing. Zethrox saw absolutely nothing. "Miss, are you alright?" Zeth inquired softly, his stride finally bringing him to her side. The former alpha was frustrated by her body language. He could read nothing from her actions, and he was not used to going into a conversation blind. Often, he could seek out the other's intentions or simply their basic personality and conversational traits by watching how they moved. But the femme had hardly even offered him a turn of her head, let alone the twitch of a muscle. It was disconcerting. Is that what I may become one day, lifeless? he wondered, a hot flash hitting him in an instant. The brute managed to subdue the majority of his painful yelp, but a slight squeak escaped his maw as the pain focused itself nearly his front legs. It was a horrid, burning sensation, and it was all he could do to keep from falling on the ground in pain. But as soon as it appeared, it was gone. That cannot be good, he thought, wincing in pain. There was something wrong with him, and Zethrox was starting to worry about just how much time he had left here. He once again focused his attention on the silent female. While Zethrox was not looking for a companion at this point, he did marvel at the femme's soft beauty. She was younger than him by quite a few years. But yet she seemed so much more troubled that the brute. He had come to terms with his life, but he felt almost as if she was fighting some internal battle. Do not use your reason to try to fix her, a voice in his head chided him. Everything you tried to fix ended up broken more than it was in the first place. After all, you ruined your family, killed your son, drove two of your grandchildren away, and your remaining granddaughter stole your position and doesn't want you near her daughter anymore. All you do is ruin things. "I'm Zethrox, I'm from the pack that neighbors this territory," he offered gently, hoping to provoke some sort of reaction from her. That, at least, would reassure Zeth that she was not completely lost from this world.

[dust]

He was so close to her, a few strides and he would be beside her. Close enough to gain an advantage if he so wished it. For as she sat, he stood – naturally, one could not walk well sitting, a preposterous idea that filed her mind fleetingly and parted as pointlessly as it had come.
He was beside her now, the last strides swallowed by his big paws, larger then her own, slight and female designed as they where. His voice spoke, a floating haze through her cloudy mind. The wavering texture of it added to her illusion; that his voice spoke out from another world.

She lifted her head now, a single action, surprisingly fluid for one who seemed to have not moved for a fair while. Her personality was far harder to pin down then her movements however. Always shifting, changing, as fluctuating as the waves of a ragging sea. Sometimes there was nothing, nothing to hold down or hold back. She was being open and un-hiding, maybe that was why she was so shockingly empty to see. She was in one of those moments where the Dust that sometimes showed through was gone. She was a husk of person... a fading husk that no one seemed able to hold onto. Not even her dear brother – for that time that he had looked over her.

Even as she watched, something of pain overtook the ghost – the memory of his death, perhaps? He bit back the pain, he did a good job of it as well. There was nothing Dust could do... it must have happened a long time ago, in reality, to this ghost....

When he spoke there only a flicker of a reaction, something close to fear, and then it was gone. A pack? He was from a pack? He was not a loner? No... It didn’t matter either way, he was a ghost. He spoke in present tense, but that must have been the mistake of one who did not really know that they where gone. As she watched him, a little bit of life returned to her eyes. She was slipping reluctantly free of her mind. He had interrupted her dreams and well she was slow to react she was coming free. Slowly... slowly, but she was getting there.
“Zethrox, a strange name”
She whispered, just loud enough to be audible.
“Dust... I’m Dust, lost princess from a once pack now gone. Lost... but they will find me.”
She whispered, she spoke in gibberish, a feverish need over coming her face, but like everything else, that too was quickly gone. She was not hiding anything, she showed what she felt as she felt it. She was not a princess, she had never belonged to a pack – but sometimes she forgot this, more often then not, in fact.

[zethrox]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/mid.png] "Zethrox, a strange name." The brute chuckled softly at the statement; it was the first time that the femme had spoken since his approach, and he found it slightly amusing that she would feel the need to insult his name right away. He thought it was fairly unique, and he enjoyed not sharing it with anyone. It was the tradition of the rogue bands to give bizarre, uncommon names, much like his brother, Giahdrik, his sister Rishka, and even Rixes. He had never heard a name from their band repeated other than in a family context. Tehrin's name had been bizarre to the former alpha because it was very rare that a wolf from the band would name a pup after an ancestor. There was a weird aura about the pair of wolves. Zethrox was still struggling to convince himself that he was sane after the Zahir incident, and this femme seemed to be confused about who or what she was. Zeth did not for one second believe that this femme was sane, or at least in a stable mental capacity. From what he had seen thus far, she was very unaware of her surroundings. It had taken her verbally acknowledging her in order to even evoke a response, and now she was spouting off about being the princess of a pack? And on top of that, she believed they were going to come find her. He shook his head gently. They will never come to find you, my dear girl. They never came for me... Zethrox had been lucky to survive as long as he had, given his past, but there was not a day that went by that he didn't wish that it had been him that had died, not Rixes. He felt guilty, and responsible, for her death every day, and yet he had managed to continue living. It would be a wonderful day when the pair of them could be reunited once more, and he would be given the opportunity to apologize... "Might I inquire what you are doing out here, miss?" the brute asked softly, curious as to why she was wandering alone when she was so intent that her disappeared pack would find her. Something had snapped the brute out of his daydreaming, and now he was concerned about the well-being of this femme. ((OOC: I know it isn't great, but I'm stressing a bit right now lol.))

[dust]

Dust watched the stranger, silence falling between the two now. Why was he here? Why had this strange ghost of a creature come to her? What brought him before her on this lonely day? Her eyes held question – at last, some emotion on her face, an open pup-like curiosity. There was naive belief there as well, the kind that said she was invincible, that no force could ever stop or hurt her. He would come... her mind said, if ever she was in danger, her knight would be there – she had never doubted and would not start now.

If he would not speak, then neither would she. If he found no need to fill the silence with words – meaningless or meaningful, then she would not force the ghost to speak. His eyes held a cloudy shine across them, as through he was something of a dreamer – off in his mind more then he was here this day. Maybe he too was through with this land and had begun to make his own. Maybe he would understand what it was like, to loose meaning in this world and seek refugee in worlds of their own creating...

At last he spoke, the words cutting shards through her fake reality. Her eyes snapped upon him, and their away-with-the-wind shine in them was lost.
“Finding what was lost, and losing what was found”
She whispered, something in her eyes was begging him to listen, as through there was more to her words then the first impression they made. Like maybe they where not as cryptic as she lead him to believe.
Listen
Her eyes begged, as through some corner of her mind needed him to listen, to... find what was lost, without losing what was found, to reach into her mind and find her. Why could no one ever find her? Why did her pack never come. Was the finding a mental or a physical aspect that she needed? Even she did not know, the parts of her mind that where aware, well the rest of her mind drifted through abyss.

[zethrox]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/mid.png] This wolf confused Zethrox. She seemed to be functioning physically, but there was no guarantee that she was completely right in the head. What is a wolf like this doing wandering out by herself? he thought absently. Maybe she has some family, or maybe a mate? He stared at her with a non-threatening gaze, trying to figure her out. "What have you lost? Maybe a brother or sister, or a mate?" the brute pried softly. He was not necessarily anxious to be rid of her, but he was interested in finding out exactly what she was speaking of. It was intriguing and infuriating at the same time; Zethrox was not used to being the one on the other side of perplexing statements. This was an entirely different game for him. "Did you have someone looking for you? Maybe it's me you want to lose, now that I've found you?" He chuckled softly at that thought. It was highly possible, as he was not exactly the best company these days. In fact, he had become more and more distant to those around him in the previous months, and he was starting to wonder exactly how much longer he would be able to function normally. A heavy, hacking cough caught the brute off guard, and he was momentarily immobilized as his entire body shook from the coughing fit. Zethrox spit the bile from his mouth and was mortified to find blood mixed in with other bodily fluids. That is certainly not good, he fretted. There was not a lot of his family left, and without the pack to lead, he was not in a position of power to be concerned, but the brute was genuinely scared of what he would leave behind. He was also petrified of the idea of facing Alya in the... well, the other world. The dead alphess had given him hell as a ghost; what would happen when the pair were both dead? Of all the things to worry about, my main concern is another dead wolf, he thought, struck by his dry sense of humor. "Where are you from, Miss Dust?" Zethrox inquired politely, trying his hardest to regain a sense of normalcy, as if the thoughts had never crossed his mind and things were perfectly fine. I can worry about this later, he reassured himself, confident that he would be just fine in the long run and that this was just a phase of sorts. ((OOC: My muse isn't exactly high for him...))

[dust]

Zethrox, the old ghost, stared openly at her, and she stared openly back. Neither wolf held aggression – Zethrox maybe because he was to gentle to, and Dust because she did not even know how. He seemed to be struggling to understand something, or come to a conclusion. Whatever it was, something threw a puzzled look into his eyes, and an inquisitive tone into his words. He spoke again now and Dust began to understand that maybe she was his mystery. His words where searching, trying to understand, and she replied as best she could.
“I had a hero, one who called himself my brother. Yet, he was never a part of my pack, so blood we could not share... it is not he that I have lost. I have lost something that I have never had. Do you know how hard it is to suffer through that?”
Her words where simple to her, like she saw another reality to everyone else. It wasn’t her fault, surely that everyone else just happened to be on a different page or zone, or frame of thought to her. She understood herself, she sometimes understood others, but no one seemed to understand her.

She was pulling gently from the foggy corners of her mind, a part of Dust shone through, and even she was just as alien as the emptiness that had been there before her.
“I would not wish to lose you, Zethrox – after all, you are not mine to find or lose”
She pointed out to him. He stood here, not entirely whole to this world (or so she still thought) in body, well she stood here not whole in mind. He had no attachments to her, and yet he came her to speak for her, even showed something of compassion, a want to understand her. She was unaccustomed to others taking the time to puzzle out her strange ways. Normally they grew frustrated and simple left her be.

The other hacked once more, but this time he brought something up. It touched the ground, and oozed into the soil, mixing with the dirt. Dust watched with a form of horrified curiosity.
“You’re not dead?”
She demanded, struggling for a moment to find words as he threw away her sense of reality, and she began to slip back into the absess of her mind. The part of her that had clawed its way to the surface falling down a slippery slope as her eyes glazed back over, staring at him blankly. It was always curious how easily she was thrown from this world.

Ooc: For someone with low muse, your posts are always very good

[zethrox]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/mid.png] Dust's answer did not clarify things any further; she was a great puzzle to him, and he found it oddly satisfying to not know the answer for once in his life. She spoke of a brother, but Zethrox had no idea of knowing if it was an imagined wolf or a real one, or whether or not the brother was alive or dead. There were far too many options for him to consider even getting involved in potentially searching for the brute, should he exist. Something about Dust felt extraordinarily off, and Zethrox was not privy to the workings of her mind. Her lack of physically manifestation of her feelings disconcerted the brute, and he found himself wallowing in a state of unknown. She is such a complex wolf, yet so confused at the same time, he realized with a fleeting thought. His head cocked sideways as she asked him a peculiar question. "Of course I am alive, my dear," he spoke softly, as if he believed his voice would frighten her away. "I have been for many years, though I am not sure how many more I will remain with this world." He chuckled dryly at his attempt of humor. There were so many more pressing matters at the time to be considering his help. This femme was alone and obviously mentally unstable, if not full-blown insane. After all, she had just asked him if he was dead! But Irirangi could see ghosts, and she did not seem crazy in the least, he had to remind himself. Maybe she was another one of those wolves. "Do you normally see ghosts?" he pressed softly, curious to find out more about her. "Because if so, Dust, I have met a few others like you. It is a very unique talent, though one of them did not seem so pleased to be a medium for the dead." Zethrox could imagine the fear of never knowing when one would speak to him. He had only briefly seen Alya, but he had noticed the hatred and danger that lingered in her eyes. Zethrox was sure that had she been given the opportunity, Alya would have ended him permanently, if only to have more control over him in a spirit body. The little dead alphess had seem pissed, and he was not looking forward to meeting her face to face again. Zethrox cleared his throat, spitting out what blood remained pooled in his mouth. He watched the femme carefully, as he could not fully read her, which mean she could potentially turn violent on him. Though he doubted their conversation would turn to that, he did not completely eliminate the possibility. There were so many variables, so many different ways this situation could go that he was nervous to even so much as look away from her for fear of something going wrong. I am turning into a paranoid, old geezer.

[dust]

Dust’s eyes where upon him, her gaze blank like there was no life inside her. The term ‘the lights where on but no one was home’ was rather fitting to the circumstance. When her eyes became like this, she was an unnerving wolf and had scared off many a wolf who thought she was a form of ghost or something they just could not understand. He spoke again, and a flicker appeared in her eyes. It was company, clearly, that dragged her weary mind to the surface. Since Zathrox had not left her, she was not left to stay hidden from the world. Reluctantly, she began to come back once more. Her reality altered, changed – the wolf before her was not a ghost. No, how could ever have thought that looking at him now... clearly he was an old hero, wizened with age and bowed with all he had been through. His injuries where not his death, but they would be what would kill him...

He asked then if she normally saw the dead, and with a sigh the fae struggled to recollect something of the past. The hazy twirls of her mind a fog to fight through. Yes! She had seen a ghost before, by a cliff side, he came towards her, old and... no, wait, that had been Zethrox, and he had not been a ghost at all…

She tried again, digging further, and came away empty. She shook her head at the other
“No, I don’t see ghosts. Or at least, I have no recollection of such events, but that’s not a reliable speculation”
She pulled back from the corners of her mind before it could swallow her whole, and if she stood here with glass eyes, no mind behind them, who knew what would happen to her body... if her mind had no where to return to, the wind would catch it and she would never find that which she seeked.

[zethrox]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/mid.png] Nothing that this femme did made Zethrox feel any better about the situation. Though he was tempted to just walk away and leave her here, he could not do so in good conscience. It was the curse of his good nature, and Akihra was already angry with him; what more could she possibly do than what she had done already? She could ostracize me, and leave me alone, kicked out of my own pack, he thought glumly, the weight of his situation returning to his shoulders. But he would have to deal with his personal problems later, once he had figured out what to do with Dust. "Miss, I am not inclined to leave you here by yourself," he informed her with a polite nod of his head, "and so I wondered if you would like to return to my pack lands with me. Perhaps my grandda-Alphess could be of some assistance to you." He caught himself at the last moment, realizing that he now needed to treat Akihra with the respect that her position carried. It was not like her to take insults, or even just a lack of respect, lying down. He would need to stay on top of his mouth and remember just where it had landed him in the first place. "Perhaps you would like to join me? My pack's lands are not far from here," he offered hopefully. Maybe Akihra would forgive him for this, but Zethrox simply could not leave her in her state. The brute had noticed the glazed look crossing Dust's face. It did not escape him how dead the look in her eyes was, and Zethrox feared that if he was not careful, Dust would turn into another Krever. The former member of her pack had been a bit of collateral damage in their war against Ardemu, but the brute had never realized how suicidal the femme had become when he had killed the crow, Fohn. He was not going to make the mistake of abandoning another mentally unstable femme. He needed to make amends for his prior mistakes. Maybe if I do this, the spirit world will be pleased with me and allow me more time before my passing, he thought hopefully. Zethrox had felt an ominous cloud hovering above him lately, and the physical manifestations of illness had become greater in the previous weeks. He was starting to sense that he did not have much time left to make amends and right his wrongs before he succumbed to the callings of the other side. The brute believed in an afterlife, and hopefully, he would be reunited with Rixes and be given the opportunity to make amends face to face, if she would be so generous to do so. ((OOC: I think I'm about to make Zeth haunted, because it'll be fun.))

[dust]

Dust locked her eyes on the other wolf once more, fascinated by this stranger. There was something unique about him, like he had been through so much – and maybe he wasn’t entirely sane either. Certainly his grip on reality, and this world was far greater then her own. He seemed to hold the ideas of responsibility, like maybe he had once been in charge for caring for another, or others. Maybe he was simply to nice to leave anyone he thought needed help alone.

“A passage to a place I may otherwise have been omitted to.”
She mused, at his question to following him to pack lands. Lands that where owned by his grandda-Alphess. Clearly, the implication there was that he had ruled this pack before and she had taken lead. Or, considering he was still alive and she lead, maybe the responsibility had never been passed down onto him. Skipped him in the generation, or she won by challenge of the previous Alpha. She almost expected a feeling of resentment to emanate from his pores.

“Very well, I will follow you to these lands”
She agreed softly, life returning to her eyes like it simply couldn’t make up its mind. In her own way, Dust was like the walking dead. Sometimes a child, sometimes barely alive, and sometimes she seemed old, fragile with an age weighing down her mind. She couldn’t stop herself from changing, becoming from one thing to another like she had schizophrenia.

[zethrox]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/mid.png] Zethrox was continually amused by the way Dust addressed certain every day things with such a pristine, almost snobby verbalization. He was not unfamiliar to the style, but he had given up his cryptic speech many moons ago in an attempt to communicate more effectively with those around him. He was a wise old owl, but it did not help if no one could understand what he was speaking about. The femme had agreed to accompany him to the pack lands, which he believed would be a step in the correct direction. After all, Zethrox would not be able to assist her on his own; as much as he hated to admit it, he would need Akihra's help to get anything done. There was so much that needed to be done, and yet he could not get his mind together to plan coherently. Instead, he found himself daydreaming about Rixes again. It was happening more often lately. She would find her way into his dreams, in his thoughts as he strode across the pack lands, and whenever he looked into Akihra's eyes. There was something about her that reminded him of Rixes' spirit, and it was part of the reason it pained him that she had snatched his power out from under him. She was so much like his former mate that it was difficult to explain. The time would come that Zethrox would have to talk to Akihra about what had happened. They couldn't completely ruin their relationship over this; after all, she could not actually believe that he was wanting her to give up the alpha position to him again, could she? Zeth was content to remain a regular member of the pack. He had put in his service, and now it was his granddaughter's turn. Sure, she was quite a bit younger than he had thought she would be when she usurped the power, but she was faring well at the moment. Perhaps she would prove him wrong and be a better alpha than even himself.

[dust]

Dust moved her eyes from the strange old wolf to the world around them. She had forgotten for a moment that the world existed, but the invitation from the other could not keep her in the dark forever. blinking against the astonishing ray of colours, shimmering against the greed/brown earth as she took in the wonders of the earth. It had been so long since she had looked, truly looked at reality that she felt insignificent in it's wake. in her own head she was the main and only thing and thus nothing outweighed her importance. Out here, in the insucure unknown anything could happen. Anyone could stumble upon her or any strange events could happen. and this Dust, this insignificent little fae could do nothing to hold back a tide.

speaking of stumbling upon strangers - ther other wolf was still here, he seemed lost in his own thoughts or maybe simply bored as he waited for the fae to float back to reality. Her eyes moved back to him, taking in his fimiluer shape and fading colours.
"Hi! I'm Dust, a pleasure to meet you"
she said welcomingly, tilting her head and wondering what he was doing here. She knew him from somewhere, but she couldn't quite recal from where. Something to do with a pack rung alarm bells in her head. Wait... he couldn't possibly be a part of the pack she had once known, surely? wary eyes watched him, waiting to see what he would do.