Dawn's Eve

[Demisi]

Detached memories and familiar faces pervaded the Alphen’s dreams as he laid near the wall of Esgaltathar den in fitful sleep. Optics flickered rapidly beneath tightly shut lids; he groaned softly and shifted for the umpteenth time that night. The recurring recollections haunted him more and more often, it seemed. He stirred faintly, claws flexing to gouge at the soil as if trying to bear immense pain. Abruptly the brute relented his grip and relaxed for a moment.

Muscles tensed shortly afterward, a ripple of fur bristling along his neck. Demisi’s fangs were bared at a nonexistent foe, snapping at thin air before being concealed once more. Pools of warm gold were hazy and bloodshot as they opened fractionally. Mists shrouded his vision as he struggled to pull himself upright, still half asleep. The fog swam, moved before the brute’s eyes. And as he watched, blinking as if in a daze, it began to materialize in the shape of a wolven apparition.

As the figure became more visible, it could be vaguely recognized as a femme. She smiled fondly, then mouthed silent words. The Alphen’s somewhat delirious gaze narrowed as he eyed her, then widened. He took a shaky step forward, as if to reach toward the ethereal being. A single word escaped in a whisper, a name, lacking no astonishment.

“Relei..”

A slow, awed smile curved the brute’s maw as he advanced closer yet with more confidence than before. He’d waited so long... He paused for a moment, blinking again to focus. The insubstantial femme seemed to.. retreat. As he drew nearer to the spectral form, the cloud of fog receded further back. As suddenly as it had appeared, the mists dispersed and the being vanished.

Demisi hastened forward, anxiously skimming the den for the figure. He skirted to the side, then back again, searching for the phantasm. Murmured words carried on the breeze for an instant, then the dawn fell silent, routine, as it always had been.. As if the femme had never been. The brute’s expression manifested his anguish as he took a few paces toward the den opening.

“No.. Don’t leave me...”

His barely audible plea was followed by a strangled gasp, and the Alphen suddenly pitched forward as blackness stole across his vision.

ooc| Eeps. So, anyway. I'm kind of bored, so I made a thread. xD Just to clear a few things up, because I realize it's kind of difficult to tell, and I'm too lazy to fix it.

1) It's dawn, at twilight when the sun is just rising.

2) There is not actually a ghost or specter there; Demisi's just a tad bit delusional.

3) ...I crave donuts.

Join away. :3

[Zethiael]

(( xDD Gecko... -gives you donut with pink frostin' and sprinkles, too.-))
Zethiael's head swung around as if propelled by something else then her own ligaments tendons, and nerves.

Demisi.

Body pulsing, she began the rather short journey to where he was, egged on by a sort of pit in her stomach, a feeling of dread which would not set itself aside. It seemed somethin ghad happened to him... urged on by pangs from the same dread, save intensified, her long wolf lope, the enduring yet quick gait of the wolves, soon brought her to Esgaltathar. Before even her eyes could break through the mist, she heard him mutter.. "Relei".

No. No, this was not good. It probably egged at his consious all the time, and whether she made it better or worse, she did not know.. perhaps she didn't want to know.

The visual barrier of swirling ethereal tendrils finally subsiding, she barely, but still did, heard him mutter about "don't leave me..", only because it was carried to her on the winds... and saw him pitch forward into.. into she did not know what.

A strange mixture of fear, dread, and some other things which she could not even begin to understand, she rocketed over to the Alphen, throat thick with that feeling... not that it mattered, she barely used her throat anymore. Well for breathing eating and drinking.. heck, yes, those are important. But no longer did she talk through it.

Crania lowering to where his had settled, she nudged him gingerly... his stomach, it rose and full. Nostrils expanded and returned to normal. Yes.. yes... he lived.. inwardly sighing a smidgen, and only a smidgen, of relief, she laid down beside his form, debating whether to wake him.. deciding, she tried to rouse the brute, hoping he was alright by way of wounds.. physical and mental.

((Okay, that sucked. But.. em. O.o))

[Kojinleaf]

(( As Kojin is yet to be in a pack at this time, am I still allowed to join? -wiggles rainbow sprinkled donut under Demisi's nose- ))

[Demisi]

ooc| -Snaps at donut- .o.

Ehm.. v.v I don't.. know. Well.. would you mind if perhaps we got Kojin into a pack first? >.< I've messed up the continuity of the roleplay enough. xD

And.. I'm not sure what to post. o.o Demisi's kind of.. passed out.

bic| He lay motionless for several moments, then shifted with a muffled groan. A shudder ran along his spine as he shivered briefly. The brute roused and gazed through bleary visionaries at nonexistant objects. Canines flashed, then quickly were hidden as Demisi intently tried to pull himself up. Shaking limbs rigidly supported his bulk. He took a step toward the den entrance, murmuring something incoherently.

The Head Alphen blinked once, twice, then emitted another growl of frustration. The odd shapes and mists before his eyes failed to clear, and the world seemed seeped in a reddish haze. A hoarse cough wracked his frame, feeling as if it tore at the brute's aching throat. He drew in a sharp breath as more aches burned along him, then dropped heavily to his side. Demisi let out his breath, optics shutting as the cool breeze swept consolingly over him.

[Kojinleaf]

(( -takes away donut- Okies. I can wait happily. ))

[Zethiael]

Zethiael sprinted to the cave entrance, laying beside him once more. It must really haunt him; the mists that might have made it seem there was something or someone, particullary Relei, there were gone now-- they'd receded completely. Any phantom Releis were brought on solely from his own tired and weary mind... she knew the story about Relei. Some, at least. But she knew how Relei was....

Once again, she wondered if she made it better or worse. And did not know if she wanted to find out.

Wait.. she knew exactly who Relei was. It made some sense now... when Demisi had told her about Relei... memory. Memories that did not seem to be hers poured into her mind... and yet, they were very much hers.

Very much hers, indeed. And as realization dawned, more memories poured in... knowledge, experiences, from a life other than this one...

She blinked. She'd gotten rather good at sorting out her mind, because Shadow-senses broadcasted a signal for everything, and she constantly had to sort out signals of squirrels, rabbit, birds, and other quarry, from threatening or other signals, be them predators like humans, or other wolves. Naturally she paid attention to the quarry category when she was hunting, but otherwise... and so she sorted out her memories from these old, returned ones.

A pile of her memories, a pile of the others. Trying not to re-live the painful memories of banishment, her body remained partly-pressed against Demisi's, and her mind cleared memory by memory....

And now it made complete and true sense.

Demisi... Demisi... Relei... she never really left you. She was... absent, for a time, but she never really left you... I never really left you... Zethiael mind-spoke directly to Demisi, so that only he and herself could hear. He was asleep... but he would pfobably hear her. She looked caressingly on the brute, as a strange feeling swelled up in her, a feeling she'd never really felt or understood before in this life.

[Demisi]

His breath rate dropped, signifying that he had, in fact, slipped out of conciousness for the second time. Sleep soothed the fiery pain that blazed dully just under his skin. Optics shifted continuously; he had lapsed back off into dream-filled sleep. But an aud flicked backward at the mindspeech, eyes shutting tighter. At once he slackened and laid still. Demisi was motionless for several more moments before he spoke softly, still seemingly comatose.

"Relei.."

ooc| BLAR. x.x Apologies, but I have no other ideas for posting.

[Zethiael]

Zethiael nodded. She was not sure if he was still asleep or not... but nonetheless, conscious or otherwise, he heard and comprehended her speech.

Well... the fact that it went into his mind probably helped a great deal, but...

Yes, Demisi. She's here.. Relei is here... I'm here. She spoke directly, again, to him, soothingly.

((Mehm. Ditto. I'm in the same boat, Gecko. ;-;
Might help if you woke him up, though... xDD))

[Demisi]

The Alphen exhaled softly, then shifted to nestle against Zethiael. Heat radiated from the inert form, though the brute quivered as if numbed with cold. Although he appeared to be sound asleep or, at the very least, out cold, a staggering amount of activity took place in his mind. Memory swept in from all angles, almost overwhelmingly so. Something seemed.. Something seemed so.. unusual. And yet.. so familiar.

ooc| -Stabs post repeatedly- All right, writer's block /has/ to be contagious. o__o;;;

Heh.. o.o He's fevering something god-awful. I can, though, iff'n you want. ^^

[Kojinleaf]

(( He might need water soon, seeing as he's burning up... -lurks quietly- ))

[Demisi]

ooc| Meep. Sorry for delay, but Spazzers and I have been roleplaying this separately. ^^ So, since she is over at meh lair, to prevent having to log in and out every five seconds, we're posting it in one post, different colors.

White= Demisi

Red= Zethiael

Back to you, Spazzeh. xD

((-must take keyboard hostage- x33 Thank ya. And if anyone reads this and is still confuzzled, we'll clear it up. =3 ))

((Poor ‘Mis-ers is sick? ;-; Aww... -pats-))

He was quaking against her, as if freezing cold, but when her body pressed against his a blast of heat transferred from him to her... he was suffering, very much.

Fever.

Fever; a seemingly trivial thing. But out here, fever could kill. And, she thought inwardly, completely to herself, bring about hallucinations, illusions, things which are not there. Of course, it doesn’ help that Misi’s a bit... in the first place...

What to do? He was shivering, but warming him up would make his temperature rise a bit... and every little bit counted. She didn’t know what to do, really.. when she was wandering, she’d gotten sick now and then, but it was ever minor, and if she waited it out, she’d always turned out fine in a day or two, give or take. So how was she to go about treating him when it was this extreme? Should she put water over his eyes to wake him up, see what he would do to cure himself, or just let him wait it out... but if she woke him up, he’d be out of sorts, anyway.

I don’t know if you can hear me clearly enough to understand what I’m saying, but Tor, Fenris, if you can, please make some sort of sign so I know... Oh, I wish I knew what to do to help this sickness, I feel so powerless against it... She spoke hesitantly, a bit more clearly, direct-channel into Demisi’s mind. She settled herself near him, but not too close that he’d be heated by her.

Unfocused eyes opened to gaze in the femme’s direction. Mouth opened as if to speak, but no sound issued from his vocals, which felt as if they were aflame, alongside his throbbing temples. After a second attempt, he found his husky voice almost inquiringly as reality and a wave of pain afresh slammed onto the brute’s jaded mind.

“..Zethiael?”

He sat a moment, limbs tensing to keep himself upright as he glanced foggily around him. The first warm rays of the sunrise poured through the few knotholes and openings that riddled the great tree, causing Demisi to wince slightly.

She hesitated, nodded. Zethiael stood right next to him so that he could lean on her—Demisi’s legs weren’t exactly stable at the moment..

Yes, yes, it’s me... Thank Tor, thank Fenris, you’re alright.. for now... I’ll explain the rest, later. Demisi... You’ve come down with a bad fever... and I have not a clue what to do against it. Whenever I got sick, it was always minor, and I could just sleep it off, but this... this isn’t the case... She spoke directly to him, going along, finding the words. Here.. you’re wavering... put your weight against me, you’ll be more stable...

Demisi blinked at her while he absorbed the information, still rather oblivious. After a moment he shook his head, dropping back to a reclined position as he stifled a moan. Auds hung limply over his skull as it lowered to the ground between splayed forepaws. It was phenomenal, when he pondered how quickly the fever came on... It was strange, though, since the brute rarely fell ill. He was blessed with an efficient immune system. The Alphen grunted in reply, dulled golden optics falling to skirt along at ground level.

But... she did know what to do... memories from the past life were nagging at her, but the knowledge she wanted wasn’t at surface... she searched through the sorted out experiences, questing for something she truly doubted she’d find.. but did. Sighing in partial relief, she re-lived the long lost scene...

Demisi’s gaze wandered upward at the barely audible sigh, settling on her somewhat inquisitively. She appeared to be.. contemplating something. Something was definitely different with the fae... Something had happened, but he knew not what. But he did not speak, for the moment ailment and fatigue hindering his whims.

Seeing what she’d been hoping rather desperately for, she nodded and rose to all fours.

I’ll only be a moment. Going to fetch some herbs and such to help this dratted fever... she shook her head sorrowfully. But if there’s an emergency or the like just call... no you won’t have to holler verbally. Just think, directing your thoughts to me... eh, well, we can hope that’d work. I’ll be back soon as I can....

She turned, departing the cave but casting a backwards glance at the Alphen before leaving him completely to search for what she needed.


He silently watched her go, inwardly not wanting to be left alone. Her very presence offered solace, diverted the pain.. But from what he gathered, Zethiael was questing something. The brute sighed softly, letting his eyes slip closed, though he resisted the veil of sleep. She mentioned.. “directing” thoughts? Wasn’t telepathy something inborn? Ahh, well... He didn’t give it any further thought.

She shook her head as she searched for the herbs, using the past-life’s memory. Using Relei’s memory—her memory. But why had she told him about the “directing thoughts” to summon her? She couldn’t read minds, just speak telepathically. But Mind-speech was inborn, natural, or else obtained by years of grueling hard training... was it that Relei and Demisi—she and Demisi—had been, and still were, linked in a sort of way...? Zethiael dismissed the thought for the moment, boring into her returned memories to see what weeds and herbs to pick out and bring back.

Finally having harvested what the memories told her to, she returned to the cave with a mouthful of vegetation that could’ve tasted better... nodding to Demisi, she began to mimic what Relei had done in the memory, crunching the leaves with her teeth and forming a pulp. With the poultice applied to the brute’s forehead, she darted out of the cave to return with a leaf—a makeshift bowl of sorts—full of a clear-like substance..

Drink... It should make your throat feel better... She couldn’t help feeling dubious about whether either treatments would work, but she didn’t let him know. He was befuddled enough, already.


Demisi cringed slightly at the bizarre feeling as the pasty material touched him. An eye opened to examine the liquid he’d been presented through slitted lids, then closed. Reluctantly, like a child directed to take medication, his tongue darted out to reach the substance. It was thick, like tree sap or syrup, but had a sickly-sweet, grassy sort of flavor. The brute drew back from it, crania resting upon the ground once more.

She sighed helplessly, but didn’t give up quite yet.

I know it’s not the most pleasant thing but please; it’ll help.

((-doesn’t know what to post ‘till ‘Misi gets better..-))


ooc| ...Time warp? xD

((Yush. Please. Start with Demisi coming to?))

ooc| Certainly. ^^

bic| He glanced toward her, exhaling before letting himself drift off. How long he slept was difficult to tell.. All sense of time, place, and logic had escaped the brute’s fevered thoughts. It was approaching late afternoon by the time he awoke. Demisi stretched a limb, sighing quietly, and gazed wearily about him. He wasn’t exactly chipper, or even remotely aware of what was going on, but at least he wasn’t flushed and shivering like a lost pup.

She wrinkled her nose and squinted her eyes after looking out from the den just to see what it was looking like... the blazing sun from high-noon still beat mercilessly down upon the terra. If she were out there, without cover from the sun from her shadows, she’d be burning up... well, not truly. She’d be very very uncomfortable. She could almost feel the sun beating down on her almost-black pelt... Almost feel the wind whipping through her fur. She’d thought it would be nice to have it winding about, but the breeze was very sharp. It carried grains of sand into her fur making her even hotter and more uncomfortable. The grains carried by the wind slipped into her eyes.. she squinted, could barely see, but the sand kept entering, and pain practically canceled out what optics were taking in. The sand sifted between her paws, making scratches whenever she moved, and shifted from under them too; making her sink like it was snow or some other of the like... the desert, being merciless... by and bye, she’d very often see images, mirages, hallucinations, illusions of another wolf. Not just any other wolf.. her love.... Demisi...

Presently, she heard rustling from the mass of fur within the den, near her, bringing her back to reality. There was no sand... not even in her pelt. Crania shook slightly; she’d not been in a desert in her whole life...

Not in this life. She reminded, closed-channel, herself. She must have been re-living one of her other returned memories in her mind’s eye.

Zethiael smiled as he finally rose, noting how his legs were much more stable, supportive. They might not be that way for much longer because of what she would soon tell him... she grimaced inwardly at the thought, but dismissed it for the present.

Seeing the rather dazed look on his face, she figured he’d appreciate getting his bearings. Smiling, she began, articulating so that Demisi’d hear her well enough.

We’re in Esgaltathar Den... you came down with a fever and.. erm, it seems you’re better now. She gave him a brief lick on the maw. You were— She stopped herself completely, sighing inwardly. Start slow. Don’t tell him about Relei—you—yet.. not when he’s rattled up like this.

((I HAD A FRIGGIN GODDANG BRAIN BLAST! X333))


ooc| -Loves brain blasts- <33

bic| The brute blinked, absorbing the information without really comprehending it. The fiery, raging headache that resided in his temples had been reduced to a dull tinge, the strange buzzing gone altogether. He glanced up, as if noticing Zethiael for the first time, and a flicker of a weak smile graced his features.

"Mm.. Hello."

ooc| EEKSHORT. D: Anyway, done. All posts afterward will be on new posts and such. xD

[Zethiael]

((Hee. Yarr.))

She saw the look on his face and sighed slightly.

You were really out of it.. I'll repeat myself, now that you're a bit awake. We’re in Esgaltathar Den... you came down with a fever. Before you crashed-- literally. Into the ground, literally-- You were muttering about.. She trailed off. Information about to escape her maw was probably too much for him, at the moment.

[Demisi]

<sup>He blinked, shook his head, then blinked again. Phantasms flickered dimly before his vision; things appeared to be lurking from the corners of his eyes. But after a moment he glanced back to Zethiael and nodded slowly. It was just now beginning to click that, apparently, there was something terribly wrong here... Wrong with him. Since he'd met Zethiael, the nightmares, the haunting visions, the flashbacks... He'd experienced them before, but it seemed with her arrival they increased by scores. Crania tipped toward the femme, and after an expectant pause, he inquired,

"About what?"

Parched tongue darted out to graze his maw, the mild and arbitrary fancy for water presenting itself in his thoughts. It may have been induced by the rolling heat that still steamed, though less intense now, over his skin. Either way, it was rather distracting. Gaze wandered toward the entrance, neck craning slightly as if but a glimpse of the river's cool waters would satiate his thirst.</sup>

[Zethiael]

She hesitated-- but he was questioning. That was a good sign. He was back to normal. Well, pretty close, anyhow.

Muttering.. muttering about.. Relei. She stopped. Should she go on? And then it all poued out, direct channel to Demisi. And when I came and tended to you, memory poured back.. but not from this life, but still my memory. So strange, yet so familliar. And then relization, it dawned, as obvious as the cool breezes of the eve'...

((Whoa. Weird. Didn't even plan it. "dawned, as obvious as the cool breezes of the eve'" ))

[Demisi]

<sup>Demisi's gaze grew distant at the name, swimming for a moment, pain smoldering dully behind their golden exterior. So much memory... Dreams forgotten, hopes shattered. A part of him died with his beautfiul mate. But as the femme continued, his optics refocused and turned back to her, mirth gone but interest and question churning at the thought. Memories? Memories.. not from this life. She'd completely lost him at that point, and he eyed her blankly, searching for words. Searching for a way to voice what burned unsaid in his mind.

"What?"

It was less of a query, more of a toneless mutter. But indeed, his attention was seized. The labyrinth kept twisting, kept turning, and just when he thought he could grasp the situation, it veered off on another path that he could not understand.

ooc| xDDD Hah.. That's funny. Great minds think alike.. ^^</sup>