He needed to get away from that tiny room. The room he had apparently been staying in for months unconsciously. It was hard to believe he had just woken up fro a coma, he had never been knocked out before. At least he could say it was result of fending off a cougar and not induced by another wolf. He may have been knocked down, but he still had his pride. Along with a pounding headache, dry throat and stomachache. The changes in Airila were a lot to take in. Kastiel and Spirit had left on some sort of journey in search of someone's brother or something and Duchess was no where to be found. All that was left of Airila as Castien knew it were himself and Toiro. It was sad, really. But, in Castien's mental absence, the pack had grown by three. Huxleyi was the new beta in place of Kastiel, Cherie was a new huntress, and Aludra was the shaman. He had yet to meet the one who had been taking care of his idled body these past months, he needed to thank her. After all, if it weren't for her care he could very well be dead.
When he had left with Toiro, before the cougar attacked, Spirit had been lead warrior. Castien had been a subordinate, constantly trying to prove himself worthy to be deemed a warrior. Because of his bravery, skills, and sacrifice while fighting the cougar, Toiro had awarded him the rank of lead warrior in place of Spirit. He had wished he could have been awake to serve as lead warrior, so much time had been wasted. Luckily, he didn't know of any other warriors in Airila at the moment, so he had woken up just in time. Now, he just needed to bulk back up and get his muscle back. He made a mental note to volunteer for any and all border patrols until he was back to normal. He was sure Toiro and Huxleyi wouldn't mind, from what Cherie was saying before, they had been pretty busy.
He weaved through the familiar tunnels until he came to his favorite drinking spot. He loved Airila's dens, the fresh water was very convenient. The sickly, young and old would never have to travel very far for the life essential. He went to the water's edge and looked down at his reflection, he was a shell of his former self, weaker and smaller, tired as if his body had been fighting to stay alive. He knew that if he had been hurt or sick and awake, he would have fought just as hard.
He sighed at his appearance, then closed his eyes and dipped his head down toward the water. The water was cool and delicious, it felt great on his dry throat, he couldn't get enough of it. He felt as if he had been in the desert for weeks with no water. And as a plus, the hydration seemed to helped take some of the edge of his headache, too. He took a few more laps before lifting his head, taking a breath of air. Silence was nice. Count --> 527 w. Muse --> I suck at opening posts >.< Tags --> Aludra Notes --> sucky post sucks. :(
Last night had been a divine blessing within the Arctic's orbs, somehow sleep had finally fallen upon her. For the first time in days the female had managed to swiftly glide into a pleasant coma, dreaming lazily. Somewhere between the madness and ecstasy would lie her true goals. The dreams were always a mixture of reality and fiction, she just needed to decipher them. Sometimes it took longer than others to establish a meaning behind a dream; yet, the femme was convinced it was never impossible to figure out. All she needed to do was put her mind to it, which at times focused easier than others. Now, it was busy wandering about. Different areas tugged their own way, attempting to prove that they were right in where she should meander. Despite the slightly shorter attention span, the shaman's head felt fairly clear today. She was not worried about anything in particular. Days rolled on.
Winter was now in full-swing, and she was still suffering with her bouts of confused emotion. It made Aludra quite frustrated with herself, but it had to be tolerated. There was nothing that could be done about the hormonal increase within her body, 'nature,' the female swung her head lightly. The world had a funny way of making things happen. Sometimes, everything would go quite the way one intended for it - on other occasions the exact opposite. Despite her undying urges to predict the future, the female sadly had not mastered it. Today, she was lucky enough to not have a mind that was racing like crazy. It was satisfied with the rest it had received and was opting to roll lazily around today. She hoped it would remain that way, Aludra needed a day off from trying to figure things out. It was difficult for her to fathom that perhaps everything was happening for a reason.
Gently her paws brought her lithe figure closer to the fresh water source that her body craved. It seemed that the deep sleep had brought her a lot of thirst. A few chuckles passed through her lips, she was in quite the pleasant humor today. Her ivory pelt felt slightly ruffled, but it was nothing that she would dwell on. Thirst was the primary feature in her brain, after that urge was quenched maybe she would find something else to do. 'Sleep,' the thought was more entertaining than normal to the shaman. The sudden presence of sleep within her life had caused her body to crave even more of it. It was ironic, but quite the truth. Now her dreams wished to reveal themselves again, but the tired canine continued her pace towards the water. Her nostrils acknowledged that there were scents of others; yet paid no attention to how fresh they were. She doubted that any of the wolves in Airila would end up surprising her. This proved to be quite wrong.
Her body was carried around a sharp bend which revealed her craving upon the other side. Emerald optics opened wider and a slight gasp emitted the female's lungs. Standing before her was sir Castien, the brute who had been wounded for so long. It had been merely a few days since she had checked on him, as she had wandered out to do more gathering. To see the brute awake was startling to the shaman, but extremely welcome. "Castien!" the female exclaimed his name happily and nodded her head quickly in respect towards the brute. Cautiously, the female carried herself closer to the brute. Her figure still appeared small even next to the weakened version of the warrior. It just proved to her that she was better off healing those of larger stature than attempting to fight herself.
Joy pulsed throughout her veins, Castien was alive and well once more. Certainly he would have lots of recovering to do, but this was much better than being in a coma. "I am Aludra," the female had nearly forgotten that the brute did not know who she was even though the past three months she had lived as a member of Airila. 'He is awake once more,' her pleased gaze was greedily observing her patient. He was doing much better than she had planned, his body seemed to have recovered well from being so wounded. It was quite the surprise to the Shaman, but a welcome one all the same. Nothing could have snapped her away from the tiredness she was experiencing and brought so much happiness into the female in such a short time. For the first time in quite awhile, Aludra really felt accomplished - as if she had done something that actually helped those around her. Often she felt as if they were providing for her more than she did for them.
