Absent Eye.

[Micah]

Now, where would a dark, emotional tear-away who rarely speaks and doesn't like company choose to spend their time? Somewhere where she is unlikely to encounter any others, like that of Mount Singuay an area that is warm, dangerous and otherwise deserted, save for some birds and a few other animals that don't bother the wolf.

A black form silently moved up the side of the mountain in a steady pace, something she had done numerous times before on a path beaten by herself to get her to where she needed to go with a little effort as she could spare. Living on the side of a hidden volcano, prey has a smart enough sense to avoid the area for their lives, however, there are still some animals who enjoy it. Vultures and other birds cost on the warm uprising venting air, reptiles like the warmth that the rocks close to the volcano and then there are a few small deer herds and the faint scenting of other predators in the form of Cougars.

Micah has evaded the felines and mostly spends her time pacing, hunting, basking or pondering on the whereabouts and wellbeing of her brother. She knows he is alive, there is a connection between the two, but she still misses him greatly and wishes they could be reunited again. Micah strolled to a stop at a ledge, reclined onto her haunches and looked over the scene before her; through the light haze of misty cloud, she could see various waterways all linking, like a central unit and many hills and cliffs. She would one day explore those areas.

Tilting her head back, Micah's white eyes slid closed as she allowed a howl to ring out, something she did frequently in an effort to warn others of her presence as well as hoping it would fall on the ears of her twin and he would respond. Sadly, all of her attempts had fallen on supposed deaf ears, as she didn't get a reply from him and often found herself with other rogues whose curiosity got the better of them and they came to find out about it.

As a mostly silent wolf, Micah often faces anyone who comes near her with snarls and the tip of her horn, failing that she would attack in order to get them to leave.

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[Malachite]

Time. So much time had passed since Malachite had parted way's with his dear sister, as well as the group of wolves he had spent time with. But, even so, it passed so painfully slow. Each second was another moment spent in the silence. The silence that tortured him relentlessly. Reminding him of how along he actually was, the silence was a mock, but it was loud all at the same time. It was an impossible thing to grow numb to, but you could get used to if given the chance. It was funny. Time and silence seemed to work together to break him down. The silence left him with too much time to think of thing's he would much rather not. His regrets. His pain. The loss and loneliness, but it was the time that created the silence.

Having enough, the white male could not take such a thing anymore. He had told his group how he thrived with being a loner before he had left them, but what a lie it had been. He told himself such things so he didn't have to bare the pain's of loosing what he held close. He would rather walk away from wolves he loved then watch them die, no matter the cause. It pained his soul, but his soul was still hurting. He couldn't escape the pain of loosing his mother, and after separating from his sister, he was surprised he was still going. He was torn between the fear of loosing someone and the fear of being alone. They tugged and tugged on him and he was growing tired. His heart and mind at war once again.

Stuck within this tormenting mind of his, the male's leg's seem to move as if they have a mind of their own. Before he knew it, he was heading toward the place he and his sister knew well as they grew together. Mount Singuay. It was a harsh land, but no one had ever bothered them there before. Even after Malachite had regained consciousness of the movement in his legs, he continued on. He had no idea what he would say or do, or if his sister would even be there, but he just had to go. Before he blew up. He needed the one wolf he cared for. 

He could so easily have contacted her through the mind of his sister, or even in the form of a howl, but if he did, he feared he would hurt even more. But, this time was different. No matter how he feared the thought of loosing Micah, the pain of being parted from her was too great. He hated the loneliness he felt. It drove him insane and he didn't have much left unless he had his sister in his arms. He didn't know if she would be there either, but it was a journey he would risk if it meant he had the slightest chance to see her again.

Long, white and hooked paws now pound at the earth. Propelling his large frame forward, breaking out into a full on run. The white ball of fuzz passed through the land in a blur. Little by little, he had worked his way closer to home once he had left the group of wolves. He wasn't too far at all. As if it was beckoning him to go back. His body knew he wanted to go back and so did he. 

The breeze ran through his white layered fur, his small tail swayed with the speeds he ran at, leaving him kicking out dirt behind him. He knew where he was. The map of the land came back to him as if he had never left.

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[Micah]

The silence that rang in Micah's ears rang far too loud and it was annoying; silence was great, but also a pain in the ass. Fortunately for her, although she was isolated from canines and felines she wasn't completely alone. In the distance, a shrill cry from a bird of prey rang through the air, a sound the black female recognised and knew the owner of; it was Ares, a Brahminy Kite, one of the two animals that for the companionship of Micah. The white and red bird was swift and elegant and also had the ability to fly, something that Micah longed for, however, she was stuck as a quadruped, but she had another companion in the form of a Jack Rabbit called Nasr. These two animals assisted Micah daily and she, them also, it was a beneficial, mutual arrangement.

'Scout, Ares, see who is about.' Micah commanded from her high perch on the mountainside, reclining to her haunches; fur billowing in the frigid air that whistled past her ears. Her white eyes slid closed and the female thought back to her youth when she, her brother and their mother were all each other needed, they were happy and they were together -a perfect time. An unusual expression contorted the face of Micah; it was a smile, something that she almost never did, but these memories were some of the only things keeping her going. Sadly the memories mutated and changed to the scene where their mother was brutally murdered by the teeth of stranger wolves.

"Micah..Micah!" a voice called and the wolf lurched to her paws, spinning to face the voice with an angered snarl before her eyes opened. Looking down Micah saw the quivering form of Nasr curled in a ball, fearful of the wolf. "Oh!" the wolf exclaimed before stepping back and shaking herself of her thought "Nasr, I am so sorry..I was .." she trailed off, lowering herself to the rabbit's level and nudging him gently. "I'm sorry." she whined as eh mammal uncurled.

"Micah! A wolf, I see a wolf." Ares chimed in through their telepathic link, serving as a distraction to the mammals. "White, with a horn like yours. He seems to be unsure of himself." she transmitted.

"What!?" Micah barked standing upright and alert. 'Could it be?' she thought, her heart leaping into a galloping pace, causing her to get a bit light headed with the rush of blood. "No, no, it can't be." she said trying to rationalise the situation and not get ahead of herself.

"Micah.." Nasr said tentatively as he sat up.

"Can you go, bring him here?" she said to the long-eared rabbit with a look of hope on her face, as well as a pleading appearance of an apology. 'Nasr is on his way, track the wolf and keep me updated.' the wolf projected as the rabbit lurched away in long calculated bounds.

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Text | "Talking" | 'Thinking' | 'Telepathy'
Nasr - "Talking"
Ares - "Talking"
485 words | Malachite

[Malachite]

The white wolf travelled deeper into all too familiar territory. His pace slowed into a walk, the burst of energy and excitement drained from the white wolf and was no longer existent, it was replaced with agony and overwhelm. So many thoughts and unwanted images flooded past his mind, along with the memories he held dear. How happy he and his sister were when out with their loving mother, to then see splatter's of crimson that leaked from their mother's then mutilated body. He could still see it clearly, but the face of his mother was blurred. Had he forced himself to forget the look on their mother as she lost her life? The life that was in her eyes vanished without a trace and he had stared into those life-less eyes, the ones that once stared at him with so much love. He could feel the pain he felt that day, and he had felt something similar to it when he had left his dear Micah. His adoring sister.

Next, a wave of guilt hit him. Should be have ever left his sister after such a thing had happened to them? They had always been stronger together, they were once so close, and the love he felt was now replaced with the feeling of distance. Not the distance as in miles, but in the way he had weakened the connection with Micah. Was she alive? Was she well? He did not know. He could never bare to make contact with her, he had never checked in or dropped for a visit. The thought alone made his heart pang and sink in his chest, he ached for his sister. For how he had left her without a trace. Was he a terrible brother, or wolf in general?

The male's step's falter, leaving him tripping over his now jelly-like legs. He felt so much loss in this moment, he felt a sob wrack from inside of him. Chest rising and falling at a quickened pace with his heavy breathing, his nostril's flared. Panic rose within him. What if Micah turned him away? What if she had gotten hurt one day and he hadn't known or been there for her? He wouldn't be surprised if he didn't get a slap. Should he have came?

Dropping his bottom to the ground, the depths of Malachite's thoughts were broken by the rather.. unusual screeching of the nearby bird's? Lifting his muzzle to the sky, his pitch black eyes land on the rather beautiful creature within the blues of the sky. A sense of envy filled him. How he wished he could feel so free, to fly without a worry and go where-ever he pleased. "How pretty..", he thought. Staring through yearning eyes.

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[Micah]

As anxiety, tension and hope ate her up, Micah had to try and settle herself in the face of disappointment, but not do it in front of this wolf. Drawing in a long breath, the female closed her eyes and held it for a few seconds until she felt her heart rate slowing, then she exhaled slowly. Opening her ghostly eyes she shook out her ebony coat and shifted her position and started to pace around, looking in the distance to locate the wolf. 'How's it going?'

Soaring above the ground, the reddish-brown and white bird coasted on the upward currents that were expelled from the vents on the mountain, something Ares enjoyed; the warmth through her feathers. Today however she knew she had a task and she dipped her left wing to cause her to sweep in a wide circle over the wolf. "He's noticed me." she sent back to Micah and also to Nasr on the ground too.

Long legs sent the rabbit bounding across the land in large leaps and bounds before he saw Ares circling and then slowed before the wolf saw him. Nasr shot into a patch of undergrowth a distance in front of the wolf and waited for him to near, patiently. "I am in place." he noted to the others before settling down.

If the wolf didn't turn out to be who Micah had hope it was, she would be bitterly disappointed and it would more than likely cause her to get enraged. Something that was already starting to simmer within her as he started to calculate the likelihood of her brother being alive and coming to find her. Slowly her body changed and her spine stiffened, fur bristled; ears moving forward and muzzle tensed. A low growl reverberated through her body as she waited, and debated to head down and intercept them.

Acting on that, she did, Micah set off in a flurry of anxious, tension and anger, striding down the side of the mountain in a determined manner through her memorised path.

As the wolf neared the place where Nasr was, he scampered from the bush and paused in front of the wolf for a split second to allow him to be seen before acting startled and darting away, kicking up a cloud of dust. He moved in a baiting fashion that he knew would trigger the carnivore's prey drive, but hoped that the wolf wasn't fast enough to catch him.

"Nasr's on the move." Ares updated Micah as she watched him move from her aloft position before looking back to the mountainside to see that Micah was not there. "What are you..." she started, before spotting the wolf blazing down the slopes in what seemed like anger. Ares let out a screeching call, which would seem like nothing more than a hunting call from a bird who saw a prey animal on the run. -It was a warning.

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Text | "Talking" | 'Thinking' | 'Telepathy'
Nasr (Jack Rabbit) - "Communicating"
Ares (Brahminy Kite) - "Communicating"
488 words | Malachite