~ Mind Over Matter ~ (Jaye + Pups)

Dude has saved so many, yes, yes, so many, but not all, no, no. This he does not forget, Dude never forgets for They will not let him. Always They say things, always They whisper and always those ghosts linger before him, within him, asking him, demanding, pleading with him to speak for them, but he cannot, he will not, Dude cannot understand the words of the ghosts that haunt him. It is not them he seeks. He has tried, yes, yes, but he cannot find her amongst those wraiths of his mind or the voices who linger still. His Lyric is not there, he cannot find her and his heart still aches. He had tried, tried so hard to get to her but so many others had needed him and the awkward male had not been fast enough, They would not let him run back into the fire for They needed him still. He spoke for Them, acted on There behalf and They had let Lyric die. Dude cannot understand these things and though he accepts quietly and silently he is not healed, his chest still aches for the family he has lost and cannot find. They are not so loud this day as the silver and dark male sits within the shade of the trees. He has wandered from the outer rim, taken Paws for the walk they were promised and Paws are very glad this day, to walk atop soil so damp and smooth as the gangly and disproportional male rests. Forever it seems he is in possession of a yearlings body with gangly limbs and paws far to large, his stride is awkward, his pelt far to fluffy and yet never does Dude seem to notice his disproportion.

Silver eyes lift upwards, attention caught by the canopy above as leaves drifted and swayed within the breeze. This tree is not so old, Dude does not think as he mumbles softly to himself, murmurings and musings with no real seeming words. This is a new tree, a son of one who had lingered her once before grown strong and tall on soil that is rich. Paws move until Claws can dig within the surface of the soil, silver eyes moving to stare intently at these rakes of soil now while Ears twist and turn, listening to voices only he can hear.

�Yes, yes, I do not know, maybe I will, maybe.�

He mumbles these things time and again, speaking to those only he may be given to see and hear and yet his gaze is clear today, those silvery eyes free of mist and loss as he mumbles and mutters. It was in that moment another leaf decided to fall, Eyes demanding to watch this spectacle and indeed Head and Mind do not wish to argue today, turning upward to allow Eyes to watch the leaf as it twists and turns within the air before landing atop Muzzle. The dark male�s head tilted in a gentle curiosity, easy, lazy grin, the first in a long time spreading across his lips as Eyes blurred in their attempts to look at the leaf atop Muzzle. It was surely a comical sight to see the gangly, awkward male as he sat, cross-eyed upon the forest floor with his lazy grin in place and a muffled laugh before he rolled so easily onto his side and back, foolishly large paws dangling above his head as the leaf drifted up one more, as if he had commanded it so, as if truly he controlled this one little thing- to land so perfectly upon the tip of his nose once more, balancing on the lightest breeze.

Lyric is gone. This he knows. But he still has Jaye, still has soul and pups. They are not his own, no, no, but always they will be, yes, yes, for Dude has made them such and Dude will protect them until he finds a new pack to watch over as he had done those years ago. They whisper softly to his Ears, yet Dude does not choose to listen, it is not a warning They give, it is just simple words They whisper in this moment of what is to come and what will be. Dude will not listen today, no, Dude does not wish to know, right now, what will be. He just wishes to be, with his leaf, so he will, because Leaf is small and perfect and new and that, Dude thinks, is good.

Dude
Soul of Jaye || 11 Years || Father of Fox, Lyric, Masque and Hathor|| The Seer

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