Empty Spaces [Lisa]

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she’s been everybody else’s girl
maybe one day she’ll be her own.

The barren landscape stretched onward before her hollowed eyes as she walked slowly through the unclaimed lands. The silver female’s gait was uneven and ungainly, not bothering to hide her limp. The day was still new, the sun crawling slowly away from the eastern horizon, but the dark clouds were looming and the air smelled of coming rain. Her warm breath looked like a cloud against the early hour chill. All the while, the incessant whispers of winter weighed heavy on her mind, for she knew the coldest days of winter were still ahead. The she-wolf’s topaz orbs had lost some of their sheen since the encounter with the foreign male who had called himself Atoyo. Athena’s appearance had grown gaunt as winter marched onward and the prey became scarcer with the shortened days. Solo hunting excursions ended in meager meals of rodents, which meant an empty belly. She was not terribly hungry that morning, anyway.

The scene played again and again in her head: the blackness of winter in the night, the curves of sinew hidden beneath a sleek coat of ivory and onyx, the tempest looming in the distance. Bile began to rise in her throat as she thought of him. She had not yet decided if the experience and the consuming indignity that followed was a lapse in judgment, a big mistake, or something that was meant to be. At the time, Athena had thought of herself instead of the brute, of the generations of female wolves that had preceded her... what would it be like to be in his place instead of below? It left a heavy feeling in her chest. She was born a sinner. She was sad and ashamed, but she was not sorry for what she had done – not yet, anyway.

But no one had to know. And it was easier to keep a secret when no one was paying any attention. The notion of motherhood had not yet seeped into her consciousness. She left her pack’s homelands before the dawn in an attempt to evade the others. Her excuse was always the same, but she never needed to give it: she was looking for plants and herbs for healing. Athena was nothing more than a healer with no one to heal, a member of a pack for the first time, but with no purpose yet. She wanted to help Valyn and prove her worth, but the restlessness of youth seized her whenever life began to feel comfortable.

The scent of another wolf caught her attention mid-stride, and Athena’s movement jerked to a halt. The stranger was female, at least. She could deduce this much by the scent alone. When she finally caught a glimpse of the fae, she was surprised – she was a small creature, resembling a fox instead of one of Athena’s own kind. But the smell was undeniably lupine. Curious, Athena paused to watch the auburn tinted fae.

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l i s a !
female | 5 years | maned wolf

? Rain was on it's way, she couldn't deny that. That meant puddles to walk through, which meant chilled paws, which meant a cold night was to come. Her paws slapped on the grass as she trot, looking for the rabbit that had raced away from her when it saw her leg so near it's den. Lisa hadn't even been aware she'd found a prey source. As surprised as the rabbit, the chase was truly on. As she began to slow, she realized the small hopping creature was long gone, probably down another den already. A heavy sigh escaped through her long jaws, her eyes closing as she halted and hung her head. A rabbit was a rare but pleasant treat, what a shame!

Her nose twitched ever so slightly. Another scent, but this time it was neither rabbit nor rain. It was wolf. Opening her eyes and taking a few steps forward, her eyes met those of the other she had smelled. A white wolf, looking slightly hungry, if she knew a starved wolf like she did. She wasn't nearly starved, but she had clearly missed a few meals. Poor dear. Black lips tugged into a smile, and the maned wolf took a few careful steps forward, her ears down and head low in submission. She wasn't looking for any kind of fight, so she was quick to make sure this other knew. How brilliant she was, too... her coat was glorious, her eyes a striking contrast, yet not as bright as Lisa's piercing orbs of yellow.

As she was properly standing in front of the stronger breed, she slowly raised her head and dared to speak. "Heh, thou hath noticed thy faster than thy noticed thou." She mentally bit herself for that one. She needed to control that, she sounded to most like she was talking gibberish or in circles! She tried her best to use half of what she was taught by her mother and half of the "typical" language, but sometimes it slipped away from her. When alone she would of course speak how she was most comfortable, and as she was more often than not alone, the confusing sentence Athena was given was usually the outcome.

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Silent as falling snow, Athena watched the diminutive creature moving closer to where she stood. The usual anxieties of encountering a stranger were noticeably absent – no racing pulse or shivering fear, undoubtedly due to the other’s size. Even from a distance, the mahogany she-wolf looked tiny. Athena had never seen a wolf like this one before. She looked more like a crimson fox than one of her own species, small and carrying herself with grace. The nose never lied, though – this one was certainly a wolf, but a very different one than Athena was accustomed to. The other approached the larger female with no semblance of fear, despite her miniature physique. Each of the stranger’s limbs were dipped in ebony, and the same dark fur traced along the back of her neck. The odd female carried herself with poise. She must be from somewhere very different and exotic, Athena mused to herself.


”Thou hath noticed thy faster...” The strange words jumbled up in Athena’s mind before the sentence was completed as she attempted to decipher what the little red fae was saying. For a lingering moment, her normally stoic façade slipped into confusion. It was as if the foreigner was speaking a different language entirely, with recognizable words peppered throughout the comment. The silvery femme shifted awkwardly on her dainty ashen paws. ”I – I must apologize. It seems that my ears are playing tricks on me this morning.” Half of a smile crossed her muzzle. She was pleased with her eventual response, placing the blame on herself instead of the maned wolf. Unconsciously, she did not want to offend the other female. All her life, Athena had been as pleasant as can be, to stave off punishment or disdain. She was a born scapegoat.

”My name is Athena,” she offered. Though the other had not inquired, it felt safe to share her moniker with her. She cleared her throat, feeling rather self-conscious, which was nothing new. An uncertain smile crossed her silver muzzle. These lands were unclaimed, so Athena knew the stranger did not belong to a pack. If she was a pack member, then she was far away from safety. The scents she carried from other lands were mixed, leaving Athena with few clues to determine where the unusual wolf had come from. The sun climbed slowly toward its zenith, but the day was still early and the morning chill lingered. Athena was grateful for her dense silver pelt, suppressing a shiver when a cold wind swept from the east.

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l i s a !
female | 5 years | maned wolf

? All very typical reactions so far. She was looked down on despite her height. She was an average height, but with her frame so thin and legs so long she was often mistaken as a small little fox. She had no way of appearing intimidating - of course as a wolf she didn't have wings or a lion's fluffy mane, and she even had a short tail. Though she was strong, no one would be able to guess it. All she had was a long snout and legs that looked like twigs. This body wasn't for appearing dangerous, it was practical for what she ate and how she lived. With those thoughts always in mind, Lisa kept her smile as she watched the wolf consider what to think. She was used to the hesitation.

Another familiar expression came onto the wolf's face when Lisa spoke in her typical pattern. She lifted a leg and her smile turned nervous, her lips parting and she cleared her throat. "No, no, thy ears are well working." Lisa assured. She placed down her paw and took a few steps forward. "Th- I- I was raised to speak as the old times by my mother, she raised me under a pattern of speech few still hold on to. I know by now most of thy speech patterns, but in honor of my family now passed I try to keep a bit of my old self alive." It had been a long time since she'd been ushered to explain why she spoke the way she did. She didn't want this silver-white female to feel stupid or crazy, so the explanation was needed.

Athena, it sounded familiar somehow, like something from her father's stories, but she quickly let it slide as she bowed her large head. "Lisa. It's a pleasure." She returned, lifting her head again to meet her company's eyes. They were quite lovely, but she would have to touch upon it later. That uncertain smile. 'I need to stop hoping someone shall understand thy speech and appearance.' Lisa set new her focus on the wolf's shiver, however slight it was. Lisa herself was chilled to her core, she didn't belong in these cold lands. But she needed food, and winter rabbits were a glorious catch. Looking around, she spotted a small sort of cave in the works of rocks. "Shall we stay warm while we meet and greet?" Lisa offered, throwing her head to the side to point out the sloppy "cave".

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”I try to keep a bit of my old self alive.” Curious choice of words, Athena noted. How much of her former self did the lithe red she-wolf allow to pass away? She offered a soft nod and the faint shrug of her shoulders. ”I like it. The way you speak, I mean. It sounds nice.” It was nothing like the course language Athena had grown up around – foul, nasty words, cruel insults and derogatory statements. Briefly, she wondered what it would have been like to grow up in a family that was worth honoring, instead of being reared by a mother whose memory only brought nightmares and distress. The petite she-wolf introduced herself. Lisa. It would be simple enough to remember, small and pretty. It was an apropos moniker for the female who wore it.

Her orange eyes shifted away from the other, to the cave she had spied not far away from where the pair stood. In Athena’s weary mind, the cave was already occupied by another wolf, more territorial than the females, or perhaps, by a bear. She despised bears. Her last encounter with one of the lumbering idiots had ended in her defeat. She nearly lost the limb that the dumb beast had ripped into. The recollections of that pain, so terrible that the body begins to feel nothing at all, made her shiver. The memories were worse than the cold, but she gave a hesitant nod in agreement to her suggestion. Despite her misgivings, Athena swallowed her nervousness. ”That is probably a wise idea.”

Wandering the unclaimed territories was always risky business. Athena’s head ducked as she slipped over to the “cave,” which was little more than a hollow area in the crevice, formed from ancient rocks. It looked safe enough, should a storm rumble in. Athena was not usually a talkative fae, but there was something poetic and soothing about Lisa’s strange speech patterns that made her want to hear her voice again, even if Athena would struggle to understand it. It had been too long since the last real conversation she had with someone other than her own consciousness, that little voice inside her head that constantly reminded the girl of the foul nature of the things she was doing. She had not realized before how much she missed simply talking to another living soul. It lured her into straying from her pack’s territory, seeking out temptation.

Once she was inside the little hiding place, she felt a little more safe than she had moments before. Regarding Lisa with a smile, she lowered her voice. ”If I may ask, Lisa, are you from a pack, or are you another wanderer?”

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l i s a !
female | 5 years | maned wolf

? Lisa's eyes brightened when Athena said something she'd only heard from her deceased mate. A positive word or two towards her pattern of speech! It was possible for kind wolves to still actively exist! Lisa's tail nearly fell off as it wagged in excitement. She wanted to tackle this snow-white wolf and thank her in pounds for her understanding and so much more, but she withheld anything more than that happy tail wag. "Thee does not know how many pounds thou hath lifted from my shoulders with your understanding. Thy does not know how to express thy gratitude." She bowed her head and neck, the best she could think to give on short notice. Later she'd definitely find a way to repay this wolf. She was thinking clearly, openly, and Lisa could only pray she'd find more like her as time went on.

"Indeed," Lisa wasn't one to say "I told you so", for several reasons, so she only agreed as if it had been Athena's idea to start with. The maned wolf's long legs carried her over the terrain as if she was skipping, her ears up and attentive in case anything was inside, big or small. It didn't smell much like anything was there now. Recently, sure. But now currently. So she and the white-coated female beside her went to check it out. True to her thoughts, it was empty. She let Athena settle down first, then she worked her way in, lying slowly beside the fellow wolf. Lisa fit in perfectly, giving Athena no pressure to move. Her long legs wound around the wolf, and her torso was thin. Lying down her head to feel a bit of the cool breeze against her cheek, Lisa opened her eyes to see Athena when she asked about her lifestyle. Slowly, the maned wolf closed her eyes again and tilted her head to feel the breeze better. Her legs were the reason she wanted to be inside the cave. personally she loved a cool breeze, but her body didn't agree. A slight wind on her cheek like this was lovely.

For almost a full minute, Athena would probably think she hadn't been heard, because Lisa hadn't shown signs of preparing to answer. Finally, without warning she lifted her head. "In this life thy am alone, but family awaits me after I breathe my final breath. Brothers I do have, but they have taken much from me and are not ones thy is fond of any longer." Considering something else, deeply, she looked outside. A deep sigh escaped her jaws. "Questions of the past are very difficult to answer, for while being answered, memories assault the mind and make thou worry they have perhaps done such wrong they will suffer in the depths for eternity. My prayers rest in seeing thy family again in a land of wonder." She smiled softly at Athena, sorrow hidden behind it. She didn't mind talking about it usually, but some days were harder on her than others. Today was a hard day.

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Athena’s pale face brightened along with her new acquaintance’s. She had not expected her comment to be so well-received, but it made her feel a little better to see Lisa’s glee at her compliment. She even bowed her head slightly, something that Athena was certainly unaccustomed to. ”There is no need for thanks. I was only stating a truth.” Were there others that mocked her for her unique way of presenting herself? Lisa’s graceful conduct was intriguing, and Athena trailed alongside her, doing her best to hide the subtle limp that now accompanied the silver she-wolf in all that she did. Cautiously, she inspected the place before she took a single step inside. As she entered the small area, her withers hunched, settling in. Her long forelimbs stretched before her – the right, hideously scarred, she hid beneath its unblemished counterpart.

The close proximity of the stranger was a little startling at first, though the other female did not seem to notice or mind. Athena had spent too many months alone, but even then, back when she was too little to care for herself, affection had been absent from her upbringing. If her mother came near, she had flinched every time, whether or not her mother chose to hurt her. If the mother was feeling particularly vindictive, she might send her pup toppling with the flick of a paw, or perhaps snatch the filthy pup up in her jaws, only to drop her with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Then, the dirty gray pup did not even deserve a name, only mean taunts and nicknames that proved how detested she was, nothing more than a loathsome responsibility and a scapegoat for the mother’s frustration.  She only remembered her mother's orange eyes, so much like her own, and her black pelt.

She had only been trying to make friendly conversation, the way wolves behaving casually were supposed to do, but the drawn out silence that followed her inquiry brought a keen sense of regret to Athena. Her faint smile vanished as Lisa spoke of the losses she had endured – a beloved family, something that Athena had never experienced in the first place, but had always longed for. The fiery femme heaved a mournful sigh. Athena could only stare down at her own silver-hued paws, shamed. The two had met only minutes before, but already, she had dashed Lisa’s mood, trudging up tragic memories in recesses of the petite female’s mind. Athena knew nothing of the land of wonder Lisa spoke of with a feigned smile, but did not dare to question the other’s mythology. Whether or not something greater existed beyond life was a moot point to a girl like Athena. When every day crawled painfully by, barely surviving, it was difficult to imagine anything else beyond each sunrise.

The sadness in Lisa’s voice and her demeanor in the wake of her questioning was veiled, but the feeling was palpable. Athena had always been an intuitive wolf. Another quiet pause lingered between the pair of females as Athena attempted to find some words of comfort. ”I cannot say that I know what you are going through,” she admittedly, finally. ”But I can see how much they meant to you, and am sorry for your suffering. It was not my place to ask in the first place.” Her head dipped apologetically.

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ooc: time to bust out Athena's sad table!

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l i s a !
Female || 5 years || Maned Wolf
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? The returning bow of the silver wolf's head left Lisa hoping against the odds usually stacked against her that she'd discovered a friend this day instead of a rabbit. Much better company, someone to speak to instead of chew on. "Few speak fond truths any longer." The maned wolf explained her shock, shaking her head. "The bitterness within the hearts of so many wolves makes them unable to speak kindly. It is a pleasure, and a rare treat to find other like thee." She'd traveled far and wide, she knew how cruel the world was, and how hard it had hit many people. Many had received wounds that would never mend, and while Lisa tried t be understanding seeing as she knew pain as well, she often couldn't understand the hate other wolves could spit out without a second thought. She wouldn't deny she hadn't been volatile for awhile after the initial loss, but she had recovered. But many couldn't, and she'd learn to only wish them well.

Lisa, attentive as she was, saw the limp in the wolf's stride, but she didn't address it. It was a story, like all other scars. Stories were for friends, and she had only just met this wolf. Athena, that was her name. Her black ears fell slightly as she pondered what they would do tonight while they waited for the cold night to pass and for the sun to shine bright again. The cave wasn't uncomfortably small physically, but the emotional pressure seemed to pin them both down. Lisa perhaps less-so, since she was generally okay with company, but this topaz-eyed female didn't seem to feel the same. Not taking it personally as she was so good at doing for nearly everything, arguments, fights, compliments - everything was idle until taken to the next level in a way most upfront, or until Lisa caught a sudden change that made things not the way they used to be. A change from irritated to furious. She tended to be blissfully unaware of those crucial moments in between that would have spared her many fights or misunderstandings. Still, this was just for the sake of keeping warm; their friendship, despite Athena's kind personality, was on hold. The morning would deliver the final answer.

The red-pelted canine didn't have to look, she felt Athena's smile fall from her face, replaced with the regret she'd seen many times before. She always ended her story with something she believed to be uplifting, if not only for herself, so she smiled gently at the other as she looked down at her own paws. "I am no longer going through it," Lisa said gently. "You have caused me no pain, fair Athena. Life moves on, I can not dwell on what once was. If I did, I would not be speaking with you this night. Thy has learned to accept, and with accepting we move on." The maned wolf's muzzle slid under Athena's chin, tilting up her head. "Perk up, now. No harm has been done." She smiled kindly, putting a paw over Athena's reassuringly.
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Music/Muse: "I'm Still Alive" by Lisa Miskovsky
Notes: New table. <3

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The other spoke of bitterness, a subject that Athena was intimately familiar with but did not care to converse about with someone who was a stranger, a wolf that she could never see again after the storm. She gave a half-hearted, feeble nod in agreement. Some lived to overcome their difficult histories, but many survivors seemed to slope toward the gloom that surrounded them, learning to adapt to a world in which they could not fit in. It is a pleasure, and a rare treat to find other like thee. The silvery fae was still learning how to decipher the other femme’s unusual speech patterns, and the compliment took a moment to register in Athena’s mind. It was not often that others paid her any attention – something that did not bother Athena much, as she had learned to operate on her own long before. Still, it was nice, albeit unusual, to hear such kindness addressed to her, and she offered a gracious smile in return. ”I appreciate your words. It has been a while since I have genuinely spoken to anyone, beyond polite greetings."

As the pair settled within the shelter, Datura thought of her pack – would anyone notice her brief, but frequent absences from their jungle homeland? Had the pack’s population expanded in the passing weeks? Unconsciously, she had been avoiding them all, her secret too big and too shameful to risk exposure. The truth would be too damaging. And then what? She would return to a life of wandering endlessly, hunting alone, protecting herself... The tundra wolf had lived that life for too long. Something had to change, and Athena was beginning to realize that it was her.

She tried to suppress a flinch from appearing on her face as her muzzle was tilted towards the ceiling of the enclosure. Her light touch felt foreign, vastly different from the harsh treatment she had grown accustomed to as she grew older. Those days were gone now, but some memories were hard to banish. Unwilling to answer any potential questions about her own past, Athena changed the subject, chin still tilted upwards.

”Where do you plan to travel to next? The world becomes dangerous to the north, where the dunes stretch out like ocean waves. Recently, the northern territories of Tas’alea were claimed by Goliath, the monster of Kairos.” Simply speaking the name of the tyrant brought a chill to Athena. Though her encounter with Goliath had been brief, she had seen his immense size and cold blue eyes for herself. She knew that the rumors were true. His newfound land’s close proximity to Valyn’s realm was unsettling. Athena’s orange orbs stared out the mouth of the den, out into the darkness of the rain that began to fall steadily beyond the safety of their little hide-out.

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l i s a !
Female || 5 years || Maned Wolf
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? The maned wolf smiled softly, almost sadly. "Does thee not have friends to speak with daily?" She asked, hoping she hadn't pushed any buttons. Some wolves liked that "lone wolf" persona, but something told Lisa that wasn't the case here. Something nagged at her brain when she looked into those orange eyes. "If the question was too invasive, reprimand me, thy are aware it was perhaps rude." Settling down with that, the long-legged wolf wondered why she had chosen to huddle up with this wolf instead of going their separate ways to rejoin family, pack, or themselves, as would have been Lisa's own case. Returning to herself, to her own mind and world, where she would fall into the silence around her and think back on her past. She was more than old enough to have memories to remember in solitude, and at times she wondered if she was going to go crazy. The life of a lone wolf was painful after awhile. To be free, to not be controlled, it was great - until it wasn't. Lisa pondered in the silence if she had reached that point. Was freedom finally over-rated? Was that what had driven her to this near-cramped cave?

Lisa's eyes softened at the reaction she got from tilting up Athena's chin to try and comfort her, feeling bad for having touched her without permission. She knew right away; she'd been hurt before. Badly, to flinch at such a small touch. Pulling her head away, a small apology left the female's thin black lips, and she lie her head down again on her forepaws. This wasn't going so well anymore, was it? Maybe she was getting too old for this, or too rusty; was it too long between meetings? She was spared her thoughts thanks to the tundra wolf. Travel. Well, that sort of spared her from her thoughts. Her ears fell slightly and her yellow eyes looked up at the darkening sky, stars becoming visible to count as she did almost every night. Her ear twitched back to listen as her acquaintance spoke of a "monster". She lifted her head sharply, attention fully on Athena. "Goliath, yes? What irony thou plays with as he plays the tyrant to Tas'alea and Kairos." She snorted, the cold air making the puffs of warm breath from her nose visible. "What a fool." Unafraid despite the warning, Lisa said boldly to Athena, "Thy may not be the strongest of wolves, but this one you speak of sounds no more than a petty tyrant. Thy does not fear him. Thy does not fear any without true reason to." She said with a powerful resolve. She refused to live in fear of rumors and spooky tales. Even if this male was as bad as the white-wolf spoke, Lisa would stand to him to defend someone she cared for, and Athena was quickly placing herself on that list.

The rain fell as she spoke of her fearlessness, and Lisa wondered if perhaps it was a bad sign. It almost made her laugh. Shifting her position slightly, the wolf yawned and said, "I fear not tales of monsters and cruel beings. Facing him would perhaps be something of a lesson to me. Perhaps," she pondered a moment what she was about to say. The rain fell, and thunder rumbled softly. "Perhaps I shall travel to this monster's deep, dark den." She looked up at the moon past the rain, her eyes glistening. "Thy life has been so quiet, lacking purpose." Turning to Athena she smiled. "Thy shall not instigate a fight, I am not a complete fool. But perhaps excitement has been gone from thy life for too long a time." Another yawn, and Lisa lowered her head. "Perhaps these yawns are not born from lethargy."
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”Friends?” Athena repeated the word, a curious look crossing her silvery features as she considered an appropriate response to the inquiry. She could lie and say that she had many friends awaiting her return, but it was more likely that few would notice if she failed to reappear in the jungles claimed by Valyn. Her focus became hazy, eyes blank as she stared into the rainfall beyond the shelter. ”I have my pack sisters, but I see them so infrequently. Most of my own are strangers to me still. Valyn is a young pack, still growing, still finding a direction, but it values females as more than potential mothers.” Truthfully, Athena had no guesses about what Valyn would do next. Intuitively, the young tundra fae knew she could trust Lisa, or else her comments would have been silenced. Still, she offered little else about her personal life other than the name of her pack, something she was proud of, even if her involvement with the group was inconsistent. She would have to make a point to make a little more effort to meet her fellow Valyn females.

The thunder seemed to be louder as the storm continued. The dreary atmosphere seemed apropos as the conversation veered to a different, chilling reality. Athena had not intended to plant ideas in the other’s imagination to purposefully seek out the darkness that lurked nearby. Lisa spoke with boldness in her feminine tones, and a frown tugged at the corners of her mouth. Brash behavior could lead to one’s demise, and life was a fragile thing. The maned wolf was easily a quarter of Goliath’s size – her tiny frame suggested she was nearly half of Athena’s weight, and based on what she had encountered by chance, she knew that the alpha of Kairos was twice her size. Lisa would seem even more petite when compared with Goliath’s sheer bulk. He was the stuff of legends and bad dreams.

The petite wolf’s maw parted in a second yawn. Though she had only just met Lisa, she felt compelled to speak out again, to dissuade her new acquaintance from seeking out a situation that would certain to be dangerous. Athena wanted nothing more than a quiet existence, far from the shadows of her murky past, but should could understand the need for excitement. ”Sometimes, the unbelievable stories are as real as you and me, Lisa. The tales are true.” She could not mask the concern in her sparkling topaz orbs as she turned to face the other female once more.

”Tyrant or otherwise, it would be unwise to underestimate the beast and his ilk. To seek out their presence would be no different to suicide,” she breathed, voice low and serious. To stress the gravity of the situation, she added with a cautionary sigh seeping from her lungs. ”If you go to find trouble, you may find a purpose that is not of your choosing.” A vague comment, offered with a sober façade, may not be enough to discourage the little fae from tempting fate, but Athena knew she had to try. To escape with one’s life was a miracle. There was good reason to fear the things that lurked out there.

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l i s a !
Female || 5 years || Maned Wolf
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? Lisa knew that look. Deep in thought,, distant, detached. A young pack, that explained a lot. The maned wolf's head slowly lowered in an understanding nod. She knew that experience well, if it was a bit old. "Getting to know other wolves is no easy task." The female assured it was normal, closing her eyes at the thought. "That is why thyself is alone, ultimately. Thy family was created by myself and my mate, and thy has been wondering if those who enter the lives of Copyholds are as on-edge as if thee were alone." Lisa glanced at Athena with a soft, "At first there is no difference, you still can not trust." The wolves around you were still strangers, even if safety was ensured. Could you really trust them? They would have been together longer with each other then with Athena, as it sounded, which singled her out. The red-pelted wolf could only image being surrounded like that, only your better instincts reliable, and faith something you had to hold onto with everything you had to keep yourself from fleeing and ruining something that could turn out perfect. What a difficult transition it was, at least, for anyone who wasn't so desperate as to trust blindly.

Being told that the tales were true sent an excited shiver down Lisa's spine. When had she become an adrenaline junkie like this? When did this fearlessness turn into excitement? Her paws were itching to start the trek here and now, but she knew she had to hold herself back. The rain and her body never could agree. She always fell ill when caught out in the rain. With no real fat on her to keep herself warm, if she got soaked to the bone it was an all but literal term. So, if this was so, what did she have under her skin? Muscle, flesh, veins - but her muscles weren't what they used to be. She felt her toes curl as she realized the beast's name did make him out to be quite large. Still, still... Athena was ignored for the most part as Lisa stared at the ground inside the little cave they were using, her mind flashing pictures of the land, mapping out a course to the place of this monster. She had to see, just to see! She just wanted to see him! "Thy curiosity is also as true as you and I, fair Athena." Lisa gave a guilty smile, one that clearly stated this was now going to happen, this meeting, no matter what this silver wolf did. There was no stopping her.

Comparing this desired meeting with suicide, now that earned Lisa's ears to perk up. Her eyes were wide with a morbid interest. That dangerous? "Underestimating him is not thy idea. Thy must simply see this fairy-tale-truth beast." It was still an "I'm going anyway and you can't stop me so ha!" kind of reaction, except more polite. "Your concern for a stranger is remarkable." the maned wolf commented, lying down her head, eyes slipping closed. "Sleep now, fair Athena. The sun will bring with it warmth and clear skies." She was more tired than she realized, now that her eyes were closed.
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Word Count: 537.
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Music/Muse: It's going. Song.
Notes: Oh, Lisa. *sigh*

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