Post by Chloe on Nov 30, 2007 14:33:15 GMT -5
Snow. Ice. More snow. More ice.
The dreadful stuff was everywhere. A never ending nightmare of snow.
No matter which way one looked, the blinding white of of the glacier filled the landscape for miles.
Halting Drennark sat down momentarily to rest. What in the name of his mother's fur had possessed him to come to this seemingly desolate place?
Moodily he pawed at the snow and sighed deeply. His breath rising like fog in the freezing air.
He knew why he'd come.
He was lonely.
One could only entertain oneself for so long before he or she longed to hear the voice of another. How long had it been for Drennark?
Brooding he closed his pale blue eyes, desperately trying to remember the last time he'd seen another manen. It must have been...2 years? Was that right? Yes. The old one. 2 years ago.
Did he really count though?
The young tan colored wolf had come across the old black manen while hunting one day. The older wolf had clearly been dead for several days, whether from old age, disease, or something else Drennark couldn't be sure.
He'd lingered in the area for about an hour before deciding that it was time he rejoined a pack.
Thus here he was. Hopelessly and utterly lost in this white wasteland.
Sighing once more he stood and shook the snow from his fur. Snowing again. What a surprise.
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There was snow. Yes, miles and miles of the white stuff. But was that all there was? Surely not. Within the hills of white, was something of another color. Something... black. But it itself was barely see able, covered by perhaps days of cold snow. So, ask it now. What was this lump of black? This cold, frozen lump? A manen of course!
Skyline had been wandering through the glacier a few days ago. All that she seeked was solitude. And for a good reason. She was running away from her life. Hiding away from the ones she knew. 'Why?' would be the question. Why leave what you loved and what loved you? The manen knew in her head the answer. But who was there to ask this question anyway? No one. Therefore she would have not a reason to answer it.
But through the lands of cold and death she went. Perhaps she may have been in search of a tribe at the end of the journey. But even her own self did not know that yet. She choose to make up her mind as she traveled. However, the weather had not been with her. And after days of traveling, she became lost and without food. Soon after, she could not go on, and thus fainted. Left alone to die, for no one even knew that she was there. It could only be coincidence that she would be saved.
Perhaps it was coincidence. Or perhaps it was luck that shined down on her to be found. Or perhaps... perhaps it was the longing of the other's soul. The longing to see her again... Perhaps it was this that saved her in the end.
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Pale blue eyes looked from one direction to another.
For so long had he been wandering the whiteness, he'd forgotten from which way he'd come.
A soft smile crossed his maw as he struck out once more.
One would surmise by simple common sence and reasoning, that he'd come from behind, and thus must go forward. Perhaps he was simply traveling in one large circle. Passing the same clumps of ice again and again. Maybe not.
It was unknown if he were traveling a straight line or not due to the constant falling snow that covered one's tracks, hiding their existance, their presence here.
He scoffed silently to himself, his eyes pinned to the white blanket beneath him as he traveled.
Did he really expect to find other manen's? It was his goal yes, but two years he'd been searching, and still not so much as a paw print or wing feather to prove they still roamed the lands and soared the skies.
Should he give up?
No. For his own selfish reasons he would not.
Even if he were the last manen alive, he would search till the end of his days.
Manen's weren't meant to be solitairy creatures, so then, why had he chosen such a life?
His mind wandered the mists of his past, mulling over the question before dismissing it.
No matter, he'd come to his sences and was now seeking those of his kind.
So lost in thought was he, so convinced that the endless blanket of white would continue unbroken, Drennark failed to pay attention to his path. Eyes trained on the snow directly beneath his paws, he didn't care to look up. It wasn't until he'd stepped on the black manen's tail and passed a few steps beyond that he even came to realize she was there.
Blinking slowly he stood frozen in place, head high and ears alert, he stared straight forward. Had that been...? His head swiveled around to look back, blue eyes now fixed on the black fur protruding from the snow.
Another manen? So there was more than snow out here after all. Did the creature live though?
Nose down Drennark snuffled about Skyline. Gingerly he sat next to her and stretched out a paw, tapping her on the shoulder. Just his luck. Another dead manen. Was he destined to be forever haunted by the thought of actually conversing with another?
Sighing heavily he slumped down in the snow and tucked his paws beneath him to warm the pads. His tail curled around towards his head and he buried his nose into the fur. His eyes remained on the fae, silently searching for any sign of life.
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The unconscious mind is a powerful thing. Though the manen was frozen to the bone, unable to move or do a simple thing, her mind was kept busy. This was originally her only chance of survival. A deep dream had formed during those few days of aloneness. A deep, deep dream that continued on and on, whether in actual thought, reality, or just simply to keep her alive. But this dream was like a demon. She feared it. And during the time inwhich it was going on, she was afraid.
Skyline stood on top of a hill in an open field. The sky was pitch black, but somehow, she could see down below her. Eyes scanned through the darkness, for there was something there. She knew it. She always did. And she knew that she needed to escape it. But when she wanted to run, her feet would not move beneath her. For hours, she stood there. Only was she able to search. Search for whatever it was that was out there. Fear had grown in her head, and she knew more than anything that she had to run away. But still, her paws would not move from the soft grass crushed below them. Suddenly, she spotted a figure. It was not more than a black silhouette in the form of a manen, stalking through the low grass, but she knew who it was. Once she saw this sight, her mind began to race. Thoughts chocked her. No! I cannot let him find me! I mustn't! I have to run! Run far away where I will never be found or recognized! Legs moved again. The manen could not see where she was going, but somehow, her legs knew. She ran through the darkness, running as fast as she possibly could. But she could feel that the figure was not far behind her. She could feel it, and knew it in her heart. For hours, she ran and ran. Forever, she seemed to be running, but she could not escape the figure. It only came closer and closer to her. Tears ran down her face and stained her eyes. More than anything did she need to get away. She had to. But the figure... it only came closer. Closer and closer. Skyline's heart raced. She could not get away! In another moment, the figure would get her...
During the time when Drennark had found her, her dream had still been going on. She had taken no notice that he was there for she was so deeply lost in her dream. But perhaps if it had not been for her dream, she would have ended up dead. For as she continued to run from the figure, limbs began to move in her physical from. As tears spurred down her face, the also did so in real life. And because of this, and only these few things, would she have been realized to be living.
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It was a faint sound. Quiet almost indestinguishable above the sound of the wind, it was there though.
Slowly Drennark opened his eyes. He'd fallen asleep. For how long he didn't know, what mattered was that he was awake now, and that there was an odd shuffling noise coming from...somewhere.
Ah. The fae. Her feet moved. Not much, but enough to notice. Standing Drennark shook the accumulated snow from his fur and approached Skyline once more. Fresh tears leaked from the corners of her eyes to stain her cheek. It wouldn't be long until the frigid temperatures froze the tears in place.
What caused the female to cry? Why was she seemingly still so deeply in sleep? No matter, she was alive when he thought her dead, that was the important thing.
Another male might have just passed her by, leaving her to whatever cruel intentions fate had in store for her, but Drennark refused to do so. He didn't know her, it was true, but he'd stayed even when he thought her dead, so why leave now when she was so seemingly alive?
Gently he nudged her neck with his muzzle, whining softly so as to try to wake her softly from her sleep. When that gained to results he pawed at her shoulder. Beginning to worry he tried more ways of waking her. He nipped her ear, licked her muzzle, yipped, tugged on her tail, all warrented him the same thing. Nothing.
She remained asleep, tears coursing down her face on occation, and her paws moving slightly as if running or walking.
Broodingly Drennark stared down at the fae. Night was coming, already the temperature was dropping. Who knows how long she'd been laying there before he found her, perhaps her coat was thick enough she could survive the night without shelter of some sort. Drennark, on the other hand, was from a much warmer climate.
A new plan came to the male's head. He'd move her. Dig a small makeshift den and move her into it out of the wind. This soon was realized to be as fruitless as his attempts to wake her though. Freezing himself he didn't have the strength to move her, even had he been in good condition he was sure if he could have done it without hurting her.
As the sky turned from dark blue to black Drennark did the only other thing he could think of. He lay down pressed up against her. Perhaps with the body heat of two the night would not seem so cold...
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The dream faded.
Skyline's unconscious mind drifted from the horrible dream and went into darkness. She felt, nor later could recall, anything of what happened at the point. Simply did she sit in silence, not thinking and unmoving for most of the time. Every now and again she would twitch or cry, her only signal of life. Never did she feel the freezing cold weather around her. But in all honesty, if she had not been warmed by Drennark, she would have never survived the night.
Infact, the warmth eventually even woke her up. The night passed, slowly in the dead cold, but surely. The broken darkness left, and soon, the sun rose over the horizon and lite up the frozen desert of snow. Not long after, Skyline awakened for the first time in days. Eyes blinked once, then opened. At first, she could see nothing. Having her eyes closed for so long caused them to be burned by the sudden light. All she could see was a blinding white. Almost did she panic and scream out, but instead contoled herself. Blinking a few more times, she was able to clear away the light. And once cleared, she saw her first sight- the one who saved her. Soft fur was all around her, and she did not feel the coldness of the snow that she lay apon. Lifting her head up and slowly shaking the snow off, she could take a more clear look of Drennark and the place inwhich they were. She could slightly remember being in the glacier, but was sure that she had never met the male. Where did he come from? And more importantly... what happened to her? She would have asked the questions, if she had not been in such a sorry state and was barely even able to open her mouth. Besides, what harm could come with someone who stayed with her through her unconsciousness? She guessed none.
But still... she had come here to get away... She had hoped that no one would find her, and yet someone had. It was a good thing that she had not been left to die... but maybe, she thought, maybe it would have been better?
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An almost indiscernable movement roused Drennark from his sleep. For several moments he lay still, eyes closed as he tried to come to terms with his surroundings. Eyes flickered open and his head shot up. Snow? Where...oh yes. The glacier. Why was he laying in the middle of...the fae!
Turning his head he spied her.
"You awake. I found you yesterday. I thought you dead at first. I'm Drennark."
Rising he backed away slightly and sat down facing her, unsure if his close proximity was upsetting her or not. One would surmise that awaking and finding yourself with someone you don't know would be slightly shocking.
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Skyline listened closely and gazed at the other, now known to her as Drennark. She, of course, was completely helpless at this time. And she knew that she would for sure die if he had not helped her, and if he did not continue to do so. This being the case, she had only one choice, to stay with him and let him help her, if that was his wish. And it defiantly did seem that it was, for who would waste their time and perhaps their life in the cause of saving someone else unless they actually willed to save them. At the thought of this, she officially decided to herself that there was no reason to fear, no reason to hide anything, no reason to refuse help. And upon deciding this, she did feel better and was able to relax. However, there was always an awkward feeling inside, one that couldn't be thrown away. But that would quite go without saying...
Shifting her frozen limbs proved to be hard for her. Barely was she able to even lift a leg. But somehow she managed to switch into a more comfortable laying position and brush a good amount of the snow out of her face. Her whole body was sore. How she could possibly get up and walk anytime soon was beyond her. She knew fully now that her complete trust would have to be put into this stranger, or she would never leave alive.
Finally, the black and white wolf was able to gain the energy to speak. Her words were soft and lovely, but they had such a distant feeling that one would think that she wasn't even talking to them. However, there was no one else around, so that wouldn't be possible. Perhaps it instead seemed that she was not putting her full heart into her words. And, well, whether or not it seemed that way, that was what was true. Life was messed up to the extreme for the fae. She never seemed to care as much about anything as she used to. Even about life itself.
"Thank you for saving me, Drennark... I don't remember much... Not even coming here... into this land of cold... I... I don't know what happened... Perhaps I just fainted... But I'm... glad you came along... I would be dead for, for sure... I... I am known as... S-skyline."
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Drennark sat still and silent, his eyes on the female still laying in the snow before him. What must she be thinking right now? What thoughts ran through her head? What did she think of him? Would she survive? Or was she past help? She seemed fine, although cold and weak to be sure.
Slowly she began to move. Still the brute stayed silent, resigned to a self proclaimed vow to not speak until she had. Who was she? Where had she come from? What had happened to cause her to fall unconcious? So many questions eddied and swirled in the brute's head, but he pushed them away. He would not ask. He would not impede her privacy. If she wished it, then he would know these things, not before.
His head tilted slightly and his mind focussing on her as she spoke. She seemed to stutter slightly, whether from the cold, fear, or something else he knew not. Her gratitude was warming though and he smiled at her.
"Skyline." He replied quietly, letting her name roll off his tongue. It was a beautiful name for a beautiful fae, though he felt telling her this now could lead to a false impression of his actual intent. Smiling again he continued. "I'm glad I could help, and if there is anything further in the way of assistance that you require, please, do not hesitate to ask. I've no where specific to go, and no time to be there. The company of another is a welcome change to my previous choice of life."
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The fae smiled back weakly. He was kind hearted. That she was sure of. He was willing to help her. And that pushed her hopes of survival higher than they had been before. Thinking to herself, she figured what she would need to get out alive. She needed warmth more than perhaps anything, for her body was already almost completely frozen and it would be hard for her to get anywhere like this. She also needed food. It would strengthen her weak self, perhaps enough to walk for a short time. Though food would quite hard to find in this region. Without it she would faint within minutes of trying to move from the spot she lay in. She hated to have to burden him with her troubles, but he had already helped her much. She didn't think that he would want her to die after all that. And besides, he asked.
"Well... We may want to talk... but I think now is not the time... I can barely move... We can introduce ourselves better... once we escape this place... My limbs are all frozen... I don't think I can get up... I will need some type of warmth... I don't know how we're going to come up with that... And, I hate to ask you of it... but if I'm going to be able to walk... I'm going to need food... Once again, I don't know how we're going to find that here..."
She breathed deeply and closed her eyes for a moment. Even the simple task of speaking had tired her... Oh, to get her out of there... it would be something of a miracle.
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Drennark stood, his tail twitching slightly as he gazed at Skyline. She was right. They, she, needed warmth and food. The question was, which should he search for first? In order to find warmth, she'd need to move, and in order to move she needed food. So perhaps search for food first? No, she was all but frozen already, hunting in this desolate wasteland would take time, time Skyline may not have.
"You, stay here." His voice seemed slightly distracted as he continued to ponder the problem at hand. "I'll be back shortly with either food, or a warm place to stay. I promise."
One last glance at her before he turned and loped away, the snow crunching beneath his paws as a reminder of her condition. Once out of her sight he began trying to dig into the snow, all went well until he met with ice three feet down. His claws scraped across it leaving marks and little else. He could not dig through it.
Giving up on that idea he turned and eyed the surrounding valley of white. Perhaps there was a cliff somewhere, that would at least give shelter from the wind. Setting off with the new idea he broke into a light run, his eyes constantly scanning the horizon for rises in the land.
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Did Skyline still live? Would he ever find shelter or food? The answer to both questions seemed grim. Two hours had he been searching and still with nothing to show for it. Skyline had seemed on her last legs, and now she'd been laying out in the wind for two hours.
Growling to himself Drennark pushed on. He'd told her he'd be back with either food or shelter, and he'd stick to that promise.
As was usual with Drennark, he allowed himself to get so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't see that which was right beneath his nose...not until it broke cover and ran that is.
The brute started violently as the hare leapt up practically right beneath him. Shocked Drennark could only stare at the tan being bounding away in great leaps. His surprise didn't last long though before his instincts took over. Head low to the ground, eyes on the hare, Drennark took off after it.
It weaved an odd zig-zag path through the endless white, desperately trying to lose its persuer. Drennark, was just as desperate to catch it though.
Slowly he began to catch up as the hare tired. It gave one last leap and fell still and silent, dead from exhaustion and lack of food. Rushing up Drennark slowed right before reaching the hare. His senses so honed upon the food that his mind didn't bother to question why the hare had leapt over the patch of snow now before the manen.
Excited to have found food, Drennark leapt forward with a bark of happiness. The bark quickly turned to a yelp of pained surprise however, as the snow gave way beneath him and he fell. Opening his eyes he expected to find himself in some glacier crevass, the surface hundreds of feet above. Instead, he found himself laying upon a small bed of dead grass. It was a den. By the smell of things, it had not been used in a very long time.
A gently sloping path lead upward and Drennark followed it. He'd collapsed part of the tunnel. Thus his fall. It was a workout to climb from the tunnel but he made it. Turning he picked up the pitiful body of his prey. The hare was obviously undernurished. It was thin and likely had little meat if any on its body, but it was food.
He'd found food, and through the food, found shelter as well.
The dreadful stuff was everywhere. A never ending nightmare of snow.
No matter which way one looked, the blinding white of of the glacier filled the landscape for miles.
Halting Drennark sat down momentarily to rest. What in the name of his mother's fur had possessed him to come to this seemingly desolate place?
Moodily he pawed at the snow and sighed deeply. His breath rising like fog in the freezing air.
He knew why he'd come.
He was lonely.
One could only entertain oneself for so long before he or she longed to hear the voice of another. How long had it been for Drennark?
Brooding he closed his pale blue eyes, desperately trying to remember the last time he'd seen another manen. It must have been...2 years? Was that right? Yes. The old one. 2 years ago.
Did he really count though?
The young tan colored wolf had come across the old black manen while hunting one day. The older wolf had clearly been dead for several days, whether from old age, disease, or something else Drennark couldn't be sure.
He'd lingered in the area for about an hour before deciding that it was time he rejoined a pack.
Thus here he was. Hopelessly and utterly lost in this white wasteland.
Sighing once more he stood and shook the snow from his fur. Snowing again. What a surprise.
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There was snow. Yes, miles and miles of the white stuff. But was that all there was? Surely not. Within the hills of white, was something of another color. Something... black. But it itself was barely see able, covered by perhaps days of cold snow. So, ask it now. What was this lump of black? This cold, frozen lump? A manen of course!
Skyline had been wandering through the glacier a few days ago. All that she seeked was solitude. And for a good reason. She was running away from her life. Hiding away from the ones she knew. 'Why?' would be the question. Why leave what you loved and what loved you? The manen knew in her head the answer. But who was there to ask this question anyway? No one. Therefore she would have not a reason to answer it.
But through the lands of cold and death she went. Perhaps she may have been in search of a tribe at the end of the journey. But even her own self did not know that yet. She choose to make up her mind as she traveled. However, the weather had not been with her. And after days of traveling, she became lost and without food. Soon after, she could not go on, and thus fainted. Left alone to die, for no one even knew that she was there. It could only be coincidence that she would be saved.
Perhaps it was coincidence. Or perhaps it was luck that shined down on her to be found. Or perhaps... perhaps it was the longing of the other's soul. The longing to see her again... Perhaps it was this that saved her in the end.
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Pale blue eyes looked from one direction to another.
For so long had he been wandering the whiteness, he'd forgotten from which way he'd come.
A soft smile crossed his maw as he struck out once more.
One would surmise by simple common sence and reasoning, that he'd come from behind, and thus must go forward. Perhaps he was simply traveling in one large circle. Passing the same clumps of ice again and again. Maybe not.
It was unknown if he were traveling a straight line or not due to the constant falling snow that covered one's tracks, hiding their existance, their presence here.
He scoffed silently to himself, his eyes pinned to the white blanket beneath him as he traveled.
Did he really expect to find other manen's? It was his goal yes, but two years he'd been searching, and still not so much as a paw print or wing feather to prove they still roamed the lands and soared the skies.
Should he give up?
No. For his own selfish reasons he would not.
Even if he were the last manen alive, he would search till the end of his days.
Manen's weren't meant to be solitairy creatures, so then, why had he chosen such a life?
His mind wandered the mists of his past, mulling over the question before dismissing it.
No matter, he'd come to his sences and was now seeking those of his kind.
So lost in thought was he, so convinced that the endless blanket of white would continue unbroken, Drennark failed to pay attention to his path. Eyes trained on the snow directly beneath his paws, he didn't care to look up. It wasn't until he'd stepped on the black manen's tail and passed a few steps beyond that he even came to realize she was there.
Blinking slowly he stood frozen in place, head high and ears alert, he stared straight forward. Had that been...? His head swiveled around to look back, blue eyes now fixed on the black fur protruding from the snow.
Another manen? So there was more than snow out here after all. Did the creature live though?
Nose down Drennark snuffled about Skyline. Gingerly he sat next to her and stretched out a paw, tapping her on the shoulder. Just his luck. Another dead manen. Was he destined to be forever haunted by the thought of actually conversing with another?
Sighing heavily he slumped down in the snow and tucked his paws beneath him to warm the pads. His tail curled around towards his head and he buried his nose into the fur. His eyes remained on the fae, silently searching for any sign of life.
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The unconscious mind is a powerful thing. Though the manen was frozen to the bone, unable to move or do a simple thing, her mind was kept busy. This was originally her only chance of survival. A deep dream had formed during those few days of aloneness. A deep, deep dream that continued on and on, whether in actual thought, reality, or just simply to keep her alive. But this dream was like a demon. She feared it. And during the time inwhich it was going on, she was afraid.
Skyline stood on top of a hill in an open field. The sky was pitch black, but somehow, she could see down below her. Eyes scanned through the darkness, for there was something there. She knew it. She always did. And she knew that she needed to escape it. But when she wanted to run, her feet would not move beneath her. For hours, she stood there. Only was she able to search. Search for whatever it was that was out there. Fear had grown in her head, and she knew more than anything that she had to run away. But still, her paws would not move from the soft grass crushed below them. Suddenly, she spotted a figure. It was not more than a black silhouette in the form of a manen, stalking through the low grass, but she knew who it was. Once she saw this sight, her mind began to race. Thoughts chocked her. No! I cannot let him find me! I mustn't! I have to run! Run far away where I will never be found or recognized! Legs moved again. The manen could not see where she was going, but somehow, her legs knew. She ran through the darkness, running as fast as she possibly could. But she could feel that the figure was not far behind her. She could feel it, and knew it in her heart. For hours, she ran and ran. Forever, she seemed to be running, but she could not escape the figure. It only came closer and closer to her. Tears ran down her face and stained her eyes. More than anything did she need to get away. She had to. But the figure... it only came closer. Closer and closer. Skyline's heart raced. She could not get away! In another moment, the figure would get her...
During the time when Drennark had found her, her dream had still been going on. She had taken no notice that he was there for she was so deeply lost in her dream. But perhaps if it had not been for her dream, she would have ended up dead. For as she continued to run from the figure, limbs began to move in her physical from. As tears spurred down her face, the also did so in real life. And because of this, and only these few things, would she have been realized to be living.
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It was a faint sound. Quiet almost indestinguishable above the sound of the wind, it was there though.
Slowly Drennark opened his eyes. He'd fallen asleep. For how long he didn't know, what mattered was that he was awake now, and that there was an odd shuffling noise coming from...somewhere.
Ah. The fae. Her feet moved. Not much, but enough to notice. Standing Drennark shook the accumulated snow from his fur and approached Skyline once more. Fresh tears leaked from the corners of her eyes to stain her cheek. It wouldn't be long until the frigid temperatures froze the tears in place.
What caused the female to cry? Why was she seemingly still so deeply in sleep? No matter, she was alive when he thought her dead, that was the important thing.
Another male might have just passed her by, leaving her to whatever cruel intentions fate had in store for her, but Drennark refused to do so. He didn't know her, it was true, but he'd stayed even when he thought her dead, so why leave now when she was so seemingly alive?
Gently he nudged her neck with his muzzle, whining softly so as to try to wake her softly from her sleep. When that gained to results he pawed at her shoulder. Beginning to worry he tried more ways of waking her. He nipped her ear, licked her muzzle, yipped, tugged on her tail, all warrented him the same thing. Nothing.
She remained asleep, tears coursing down her face on occation, and her paws moving slightly as if running or walking.
Broodingly Drennark stared down at the fae. Night was coming, already the temperature was dropping. Who knows how long she'd been laying there before he found her, perhaps her coat was thick enough she could survive the night without shelter of some sort. Drennark, on the other hand, was from a much warmer climate.
A new plan came to the male's head. He'd move her. Dig a small makeshift den and move her into it out of the wind. This soon was realized to be as fruitless as his attempts to wake her though. Freezing himself he didn't have the strength to move her, even had he been in good condition he was sure if he could have done it without hurting her.
As the sky turned from dark blue to black Drennark did the only other thing he could think of. He lay down pressed up against her. Perhaps with the body heat of two the night would not seem so cold...
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The dream faded.
Skyline's unconscious mind drifted from the horrible dream and went into darkness. She felt, nor later could recall, anything of what happened at the point. Simply did she sit in silence, not thinking and unmoving for most of the time. Every now and again she would twitch or cry, her only signal of life. Never did she feel the freezing cold weather around her. But in all honesty, if she had not been warmed by Drennark, she would have never survived the night.
Infact, the warmth eventually even woke her up. The night passed, slowly in the dead cold, but surely. The broken darkness left, and soon, the sun rose over the horizon and lite up the frozen desert of snow. Not long after, Skyline awakened for the first time in days. Eyes blinked once, then opened. At first, she could see nothing. Having her eyes closed for so long caused them to be burned by the sudden light. All she could see was a blinding white. Almost did she panic and scream out, but instead contoled herself. Blinking a few more times, she was able to clear away the light. And once cleared, she saw her first sight- the one who saved her. Soft fur was all around her, and she did not feel the coldness of the snow that she lay apon. Lifting her head up and slowly shaking the snow off, she could take a more clear look of Drennark and the place inwhich they were. She could slightly remember being in the glacier, but was sure that she had never met the male. Where did he come from? And more importantly... what happened to her? She would have asked the questions, if she had not been in such a sorry state and was barely even able to open her mouth. Besides, what harm could come with someone who stayed with her through her unconsciousness? She guessed none.
But still... she had come here to get away... She had hoped that no one would find her, and yet someone had. It was a good thing that she had not been left to die... but maybe, she thought, maybe it would have been better?
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An almost indiscernable movement roused Drennark from his sleep. For several moments he lay still, eyes closed as he tried to come to terms with his surroundings. Eyes flickered open and his head shot up. Snow? Where...oh yes. The glacier. Why was he laying in the middle of...the fae!
Turning his head he spied her.
"You awake. I found you yesterday. I thought you dead at first. I'm Drennark."
Rising he backed away slightly and sat down facing her, unsure if his close proximity was upsetting her or not. One would surmise that awaking and finding yourself with someone you don't know would be slightly shocking.
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Skyline listened closely and gazed at the other, now known to her as Drennark. She, of course, was completely helpless at this time. And she knew that she would for sure die if he had not helped her, and if he did not continue to do so. This being the case, she had only one choice, to stay with him and let him help her, if that was his wish. And it defiantly did seem that it was, for who would waste their time and perhaps their life in the cause of saving someone else unless they actually willed to save them. At the thought of this, she officially decided to herself that there was no reason to fear, no reason to hide anything, no reason to refuse help. And upon deciding this, she did feel better and was able to relax. However, there was always an awkward feeling inside, one that couldn't be thrown away. But that would quite go without saying...
Shifting her frozen limbs proved to be hard for her. Barely was she able to even lift a leg. But somehow she managed to switch into a more comfortable laying position and brush a good amount of the snow out of her face. Her whole body was sore. How she could possibly get up and walk anytime soon was beyond her. She knew fully now that her complete trust would have to be put into this stranger, or she would never leave alive.
Finally, the black and white wolf was able to gain the energy to speak. Her words were soft and lovely, but they had such a distant feeling that one would think that she wasn't even talking to them. However, there was no one else around, so that wouldn't be possible. Perhaps it instead seemed that she was not putting her full heart into her words. And, well, whether or not it seemed that way, that was what was true. Life was messed up to the extreme for the fae. She never seemed to care as much about anything as she used to. Even about life itself.
"Thank you for saving me, Drennark... I don't remember much... Not even coming here... into this land of cold... I... I don't know what happened... Perhaps I just fainted... But I'm... glad you came along... I would be dead for, for sure... I... I am known as... S-skyline."
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Drennark sat still and silent, his eyes on the female still laying in the snow before him. What must she be thinking right now? What thoughts ran through her head? What did she think of him? Would she survive? Or was she past help? She seemed fine, although cold and weak to be sure.
Slowly she began to move. Still the brute stayed silent, resigned to a self proclaimed vow to not speak until she had. Who was she? Where had she come from? What had happened to cause her to fall unconcious? So many questions eddied and swirled in the brute's head, but he pushed them away. He would not ask. He would not impede her privacy. If she wished it, then he would know these things, not before.
His head tilted slightly and his mind focussing on her as she spoke. She seemed to stutter slightly, whether from the cold, fear, or something else he knew not. Her gratitude was warming though and he smiled at her.
"Skyline." He replied quietly, letting her name roll off his tongue. It was a beautiful name for a beautiful fae, though he felt telling her this now could lead to a false impression of his actual intent. Smiling again he continued. "I'm glad I could help, and if there is anything further in the way of assistance that you require, please, do not hesitate to ask. I've no where specific to go, and no time to be there. The company of another is a welcome change to my previous choice of life."
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The fae smiled back weakly. He was kind hearted. That she was sure of. He was willing to help her. And that pushed her hopes of survival higher than they had been before. Thinking to herself, she figured what she would need to get out alive. She needed warmth more than perhaps anything, for her body was already almost completely frozen and it would be hard for her to get anywhere like this. She also needed food. It would strengthen her weak self, perhaps enough to walk for a short time. Though food would quite hard to find in this region. Without it she would faint within minutes of trying to move from the spot she lay in. She hated to have to burden him with her troubles, but he had already helped her much. She didn't think that he would want her to die after all that. And besides, he asked.
"Well... We may want to talk... but I think now is not the time... I can barely move... We can introduce ourselves better... once we escape this place... My limbs are all frozen... I don't think I can get up... I will need some type of warmth... I don't know how we're going to come up with that... And, I hate to ask you of it... but if I'm going to be able to walk... I'm going to need food... Once again, I don't know how we're going to find that here..."
She breathed deeply and closed her eyes for a moment. Even the simple task of speaking had tired her... Oh, to get her out of there... it would be something of a miracle.
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Drennark stood, his tail twitching slightly as he gazed at Skyline. She was right. They, she, needed warmth and food. The question was, which should he search for first? In order to find warmth, she'd need to move, and in order to move she needed food. So perhaps search for food first? No, she was all but frozen already, hunting in this desolate wasteland would take time, time Skyline may not have.
"You, stay here." His voice seemed slightly distracted as he continued to ponder the problem at hand. "I'll be back shortly with either food, or a warm place to stay. I promise."
One last glance at her before he turned and loped away, the snow crunching beneath his paws as a reminder of her condition. Once out of her sight he began trying to dig into the snow, all went well until he met with ice three feet down. His claws scraped across it leaving marks and little else. He could not dig through it.
Giving up on that idea he turned and eyed the surrounding valley of white. Perhaps there was a cliff somewhere, that would at least give shelter from the wind. Setting off with the new idea he broke into a light run, his eyes constantly scanning the horizon for rises in the land.
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Did Skyline still live? Would he ever find shelter or food? The answer to both questions seemed grim. Two hours had he been searching and still with nothing to show for it. Skyline had seemed on her last legs, and now she'd been laying out in the wind for two hours.
Growling to himself Drennark pushed on. He'd told her he'd be back with either food or shelter, and he'd stick to that promise.
As was usual with Drennark, he allowed himself to get so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't see that which was right beneath his nose...not until it broke cover and ran that is.
The brute started violently as the hare leapt up practically right beneath him. Shocked Drennark could only stare at the tan being bounding away in great leaps. His surprise didn't last long though before his instincts took over. Head low to the ground, eyes on the hare, Drennark took off after it.
It weaved an odd zig-zag path through the endless white, desperately trying to lose its persuer. Drennark, was just as desperate to catch it though.
Slowly he began to catch up as the hare tired. It gave one last leap and fell still and silent, dead from exhaustion and lack of food. Rushing up Drennark slowed right before reaching the hare. His senses so honed upon the food that his mind didn't bother to question why the hare had leapt over the patch of snow now before the manen.
Excited to have found food, Drennark leapt forward with a bark of happiness. The bark quickly turned to a yelp of pained surprise however, as the snow gave way beneath him and he fell. Opening his eyes he expected to find himself in some glacier crevass, the surface hundreds of feet above. Instead, he found himself laying upon a small bed of dead grass. It was a den. By the smell of things, it had not been used in a very long time.
A gently sloping path lead upward and Drennark followed it. He'd collapsed part of the tunnel. Thus his fall. It was a workout to climb from the tunnel but he made it. Turning he picked up the pitiful body of his prey. The hare was obviously undernurished. It was thin and likely had little meat if any on its body, but it was food.
He'd found food, and through the food, found shelter as well.