Turtleback Lake quiet is violent

it's still nov 1st my time >.> hope i'm not too late to get this up! <3 greer tipsy? should be fun ;)

ALL WELCOME Greer's spoopy RE:
You've discovered an orchard of apples! The ones on the ground have fermented and you start to feel a little tipsy!
late morning/early afternoon - sunny & cold ☀︎ 15 ° F, -10 ° C

Winter was approaching and there was nothing the shadow could do to stop it. The air was growing colder in the lowlands as his fur grew thicker, giving the scrawny Archer a thicker (fluffier) appearance. He preferred his thinner coat; he was not one to care about his appearance, but the whole skeleton vibe was precisely what he was going for. Greer certainly was not a threatening wolf by any means, but if liked to appear that way. The whole ‘half dead’ look generally wasn’t that inviting — which suited the Archer just fine.

As the sun rolled over the horizon Greer streaked across the lowlands, no particular path in mind. Unless he was directed by Craw or Morganna, the shadow never had a plan in mind. He went wherever his paws took him — which typically led him somewhere near the scarlet wolf he was sort of, but not really, but totally fond of. A frown creased his mind as soon as she entered his thoughts, and he quickly dismissed her image with a shake of his head. He did not want to pine after some girl, no matter how wonderful she was. Nor did he want to visit her too often, for he worried she would grow tired of his silent, awkward demeanour. Another shake of his head followed the thought as soon as it entered his head. Greer did not even know why he cared about what the girl thought of him — he did not care what anyone thought of him. Why was she any different?

A third shake of his head came and went, followed by a frustrated growl bubbling from his chest. He liked himself much better when he did not care about anyone — not Kyna, not his family, not even himself.

The shadow pushed forward, cutting through the trees that separated the river wolves from the lowlands. While he had not encountered any of the wolves that resided in the forest (yet), Greer knew that they were nothing to worry about. Their leader had met with Craw several weeks ago and, from his understanding, things had ended on a pleasant note.

As he neared the edge of the lake he stumbled over something on the ground, causing another growl to roll off his tongue as he glanced down at what had caused his steps to falter. An apple? How peculiar. A frown cut into his maw as realized he was surrounded by a handful of apple trees. Blinking, he studied the apples that littered the ground through narrowed brows. Curious, he began to nibble on the one that had caused him to trip — as punishment, of course. A little sour tasting, but not awful.

Three and a half apples later, the shadow was slumped against one of the trees, his head feeling fuzzy and disorientated. How bizarre… A hiccup disturbed his thoughts, a frown still pressed to his dark lips. 

She’d hardly spent any time back in Oak Tree Bend – at least, that was how it felt.  The journey to Greer’s new home was a much longer one than when she’d lived on top the mountain, and he amongst the willow trees.  That was not to say the young woman did not enjoy the run, because she did.  Long legs were meant to stretch, she was meant to open up her stride and let loose across the large open spaces.  Oh, how she did love it.  The more that she considered it, the more that Kyna had begun to fancy the notion of becoming a scout, of the constant travel and roaming.  Perhaps she would get Greer’s opinion on it later; she would ask Sahalie, as well.

But both of these would be something she could deal with later.

The cold air burned at her lungs as she ran and the yearling kept running, intending fully to run through the morning light when she spied the lake.  Common sense told her to slow, to stop, to check the water source and get a drink before she continued onwards.  Goodness knew when she’d find water again, and so Kyna obeyed instinct and slowed, tongue lolling from her mouth as she trotted over to find the banks.

The woman had only just finished her drink when a strange noise caught her attention.  Her chilly noise twitched in the brisk wind, scent subdued by the temperature, and she huffed – familiar, but not entirely identifiable, not as chilled as she was.  Tipping her ears, the woman trotted forward, and-- 

“Greer!  What are you doing out here?”

(This post was last modified: Nov 06, 2016, 02:13 PM by Kyna.)

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He did not know if he liked this feeling. His head did not hurt… it just did not feel right. Were… were the apples poisoned? Was he dying? His lips tightened, brows pinched as another hiccup caused his shoulders to shake. If this was dying, it wasn't awful. His insides were warm, fuzzy — and his mind was void of the never-ending thoughts that plagued him. The longer he sat, the more the feeling intensified. Greer could feel his body swaying, his muscles relaxing as he leaned against the tree for support. No, this certainly wasn't awful… it was oddly enjoyable. It felt nice not to be wound up so tight for once. The shadow constantly felt on edge, even atop the monadnock. It was his own doing, and he knew that. Greer wasn't so good at loosening up. Even as a little tuft of fur, he had always been the serious one out of his brothers, never partaking in playtime or roughhousing. He was a rock; a statue; a wallflower. He had always observed, lingering in the shadows that birthed him—

‘Greer! What are you doing out here?’

The familiar voice pulled him away from his thoughts, expression contorted as his head tipped in the direction it had originated from. A wide, sloppy grin formed across his maw as he caught sight of the redhead, his tail giving an excited thump behind him. At her question he shrugged, the lazy smile still perched effortlessly across his lips. “Greer do’no,” he slurred in response as he attempted to pull himself away from the support of the tree, his body swaying slightly. He was very, very happy to see his friend. It had not been long since she had visited him in the tundra, but any time (no matter how short) between their visits was too long. She was the only wolf that the Archer truly enjoyed spending time with. He liked her company. And her face. She had a good face. “Ky do ‘ere?” He slurred again, his head tipping to the side. He was feeling very warm and fuzzy at the moment, and he liked it very much.

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What on earth had happened to Greer?

The young woman paused where she stood, one paw hesitating above the ground as she tipped her head to one side.  Even from where she stood, she could tell there was something different about her friend.  Often he did not speak unless his words were circumspect, and even then, he generally used as few as possible – but now he didn’t know?

(…at least, that’s what she assumed he was trying to say.  The slur was so very unlike her dear friend, too.)

After a moment, Kyna slithered closer to the shadow, her brows knitted with concern as she checked him over quickly for any obvious injuries.  “I was out for a run,” she answered absently, not all that concerned with her own reasoning.  “I was going to the tundra to come see you again.  I waited too long, last time.”

Perhaps she’d waited too long again.

Getting closer to his mouth, the youth gave a sniff, drawing back as she noticed something sickly sweet about his breath.  It was…strange.  Was he sick?  Something in her chest began to clench up at the thought, squeezing there as she looked him over again.  He was acting all sorts of strange, stumbling like that.  She’d never seen another wolf do anything like it.  “…Greer?  Are you okay?  Did something happen?”

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His cheeks felt warm and flushed beneath his obsidian fur; his mercury gaze struggled to stay on focused on his friend and he swore, at one point, there was two of Kyna. What a treat that would be… one Kyna to stay in the Bend, and the other to come back to the monadnock with him.

The scarlet wolf began to close the distance between them, concern written clearly across her face, but Greer did not notice. He was too enthralled by her close proximity that he failed to notice how worried his friend was. Wait — she had been coming to see him? His insides bubbled with excitement, his sloppy grin forming once more as his tail thumped behind him. The shadow was ecstatic. It had not been long since she had visited him beneath the auroras, but any time between their visits was too long. He’d very much like to see her all the time, but he knew that wasn’t possible. At least not now.

And he’d never admit that aloud. No, he did not want to scare Kyna away. He liked her too much.

She leaned forward, examining the shadow, before recoiling, her golden eyes filled with concern once more. Crestfallen, his lips tipped into a frown, ears falling flat against the back of his skull. Had he upset her? His chest grew tight, tongue suddenly dry, as the girl spoke, voicing the worry that was etched across her features. He certainly was not okay now — not with Kyna upset. His shoulders sagged, mercury pools tearing away from his friend as he focused on his over-sized paws. “Greer do’no,” he slurred again, his ears still flat as the words tripped over each other. He swayed and motioned with his nose to the apples on the ground somewhere behind him. “A’ples,” he mumbled, shoulders rolling into a shrug. “Gree’ ok. Fuzzy.” 

Oh dear.

Whatever had happened to Greer, whether something was actually wrong or not, something she’d said seemed to have struck the wrong chord with the older wolf.  A soft whine escaped the redhead, her tail drooping behind her hocks.  She hadn’t meant to upset him or--  Or, oh god, what if she’d offended the shadowy male?

Kyna gave another soft whimper, padding over to nudge her friend in the chin.  Do no?  Do no what?  Don’t know?  Why can’t he talk?

Wait, what was that about apples?  The woman’s ears pivoted forward at the confession, her orange eyes searching the area until Greer motioned to a nearby tree.  Curious getting the best of her, the woman puttered forward, dropping her nose to the ground to smell the apples.  The scent was suspiciously similar to the one that had been clinging to her friend’s whiskers.  He’d eaten the apples, and--  What?  He got…fuzzy?

That didn’t make any sense at all.

Kyna wracked her mind, trying to think of anything any healer had ever taught her. “Ah – okay.  Does your stomach hurt?  Uh…your head?  Do you feel okay other than…being fuzzy?” she asked, only realizing afterwards it sounded like she was interrogating the other wolf.  “Oh, dear.  I’m sorry, Greer, I just – I’d be very upset if anything ever happened to you.”

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Guilt consumed him, tightening his throat as he refused to meet her golden gaze. The shadow felt as though he had upset her again with the change in his demeanour. He always did everything wrong. He chewed, nervously, on his lower lip as the redhead went to examine the fallen apples. He should have known better than to eat fruit off the ground… what if she thought he was an idiot? Oh boy, oh boy… how could he be so dumb.

The fuzzy feeling in his head intensified, blurring his thoughts as the girl spoke once more, this time a flurry of questions rolling off her cherry tongue. The questions made his head hurt. He winced, brows pinched together as he shook his head, slowly, in response to her question. “Jus’ fuzzy,” he answered in a low voice, his mercury pools still fixed on his paws. “N’bad fuzzy. Greer goo’fuzz.” He wasn’t making any sense. A frown tugged at his lips as he lifted a forepaw to rub his brows. No wonder Kyna was so worried…

“S-s-sorry Ky,” he mumbled quickly as she voiced her concern. “Greer n’mean u’set Ky.’ His words were jumbled together as he shied away from the redhead, his head hanging from his shoulders in embarrassment as he refused to meet her gaze. 

(This post was last modified: Nov 08, 2016, 12:04 AM by Greer.)

“It’s okay!”

Was it okay?   What if he wasn’t?  Kyna paused for a moment, forcing herself to inhale and refocus.  If she wasn’t okay, she certainly wouldn’t want someone in her face.  Asking her questions she didn’t have the answers to.  She was probably making things even worse.

Kyna whined, something low and hurt as her friend started to slither away.  Oh no.  Oh, no.

“Come back.  Please, come back,” she murmured quietly, padding across the earth to follow him, her tail hanging low as she waited.  Whatever was going on, if it was wrong, if he was sick, or hurt, or anything else entirely, she wanted to be with him.  Didn’t want her friend to be alone.  What if she left him alone, and never, ever saw him again?  What if he died, just like Phineas had collapsed in front of her?  He’d been acting strange, too.

The whine returned, Kyna pressing her body against Greer’s as if it might keep him from disappearing on her. “Greer, please don’t go away,” she whispered, ears pressed flat against her skull.  “I would be so…so sad.  I would miss you so much.  I don’t know what I do, I--  I--  I--  Greer, I love more than anyone else, please don’t go away--”

QUIET SCREAMING TBQH.

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Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

He had been so foolish to munch on the fallen apples — what if he was dying? The shadow had made so many promises to the scarlet wolf and just because his stomach had been a little rumbly he could have possibly thrown them all away.

Stupid.

His eyes squeezed shut as Greer gave his head a quick shake, hoping that would help to get rid of the fuzzy feeling that had taken over. He did not like this one bit. The shadow felt as though he did not have control over his body anymore and he hated it. His skin did not feel as though it belonged to him anymore. But, if he wasn’t Greer, who was he?

Frowning, he heard his friend’s voice once more, pulling him back to reality as he finally allowed his silver gaze to fall onto her distressed face. He was upsetting her again. The realization sat heavy in the pit of his stomach, like a rock, as a low whine escaped him. “Greer u’set Ky. Greer bad,” He slurred, shaking his head frantically. “Bad, bad, bad…” This was why he kept to himself. Greer was nothing but a problem; a problem Kyna did not deserve to deal with.

The pressure of her body against his released a wildfire in his body, the fuzzy feeling subsiding as she spoke, hurriedly, in a soft whisper. There was one word, spoken so quickly Greer almost didn’t catch it, that immediately sobered up the thin shadow. He leaned into her, instinctively, with his ears still flat. “Love?” He repeated so softly he wasn’t even sure if he had made a sound. His tongue still felt heavy, but he was feeling more together; more like Greer. “Greer no leave. N-never leave Ky.” He paused, his mouth suddenly feeling like a hot summer’s day, as he struggled to understand what the redhead had said — and what he wanted to say. “Greer miss Ky all the time.” 

The pressure of the older wolf laying against her like a warm, familiar blanket was comforting, even as a thousand thoughts rushed through her mind and then some.  For a moment, Kyna simply allowed herself to close her eyes and exhale, inhale, and try to find her certain again.  Honestly, she was going to end up like a crazy animal if she didn’t get ahold of her emotions.  But then—

Well.  That could wait.  That would have to wait.

“Greer, you aren’t bad,” she said quietly, tipping her head back just enough to look at her friend.  Friend.  What a strange word--  They were more than friendly though, weren’t they?  Sahalie was a good friend, but she never felt the warm bubbles inside her chest whenever she spent time with the Tainn.

That was another thing that could wait.  Kyna nuzzled back into the shadow’s ruff.  “You aren’t bad at all.  You are very good.  Very important.  I think about you all the time – if you are okay.  If you are happy.”  She sighed softly, closing her mouth as her tongue ran away with her words, her mind having no say in it at all.  “Greer, I want--  I don’t know what I want.  I want you near.  I want to be with you all the time.  I want to be with you.  Is that--  Is that weird?”

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