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The lake is tranquil, a lie after everything that's occurred here. It settles there so peacefully as if it's always been there and yet it hasn't. I look down at the water, watching the still surface, waiting for the first ripple, first hint of a wave. But something else happens instead. Instead I suddenly feel my fur tingling, my senses jumping to high alert. Someone else is here, watching. I don't feel danger, per say, just as if I'm being watched. I let the feeling stir for a little while, my fur swaying but staying smooth along my spine, not betraying the fact that I know he's there. I tilt my head ever so little, nostrils twitching as I analyze the air. I smell testosterone, a male then. The scent isn't really familiar, just natural, as if it belongs here. A member of old Moladian then. I hear that's what they're calling it now. This is new Moladian and what it was before the blast is old Moladian. How odd to think that I belong to anything old. Then I hear a short yip and I turn my head at least a little, one blue eyes settling on the charcoal form that slowly steps from the bushes. I note his stiff movements, the confusion glazing his mismatched eyes. We could almost be mirror images of each other, like day and night. Both with one blue eye, but his other eyes is a rich gold instead of emerald green. His fur is stained black instead of snowy white. He wears no mask and yet I can tell that he's been changed by the experience just as everyone else has. He, too, remembers the blast. It's written all over his handsome face. His eyes travel from me to the lake, looking out over it as if feeling nostalgic. It does bring back memories to look at such a lake. A long sigh drips from his death kissed lips before he finally turns to face me, his taut body language an instant cue that he's not used to being such a social butterfly. His first words are an apology, asking if he knows me. I tilt my head a little more now, turning my head so that my bright green eye shares the view with the blue, taking him in fully. He is not familiar to me and yet I know he must have lived here before. Perhaps in a neighboring pack? He smells vaguely of Heyel and others of the old Trenus pack. I have not been around any of the old Judila members so he would not know my former pack unless he knew it before. His next question makes more sense since indeed he wonders if I was here just as I know just by looking at him that he was. I slowly nod before answering. Yes...yes, I was here, before. This lake is different but also much the same, maybe a little smaller. I don't believe we've met before but there's always a chance to change that. I am called Enigma, former Beta of Judila. And you? Are you from Heyel's old pack, the plateau? Polite curiosity brightens my eyes now as I watch him, my tail wrapping protectively around my flanks, not sure what this conversation will hold for us. Perhaps I will make a friend today, perhaps. |