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Posted on February 10, 2013 at 10:30:36 PM by Dude
 It is a good leaf, yes, so green and new and alive. The silver and dark male allowed a smile so lazy and soft to linger upon his lips these few moments as eyes of dark silver rested against it, eyes that were so often glazed these days, the one and only sure sign that more often than not, Dude remained in a world all his own, a time and place separate from all others, a land in which only he could hear There whispers and answer Their cries. It was lessening, yes, each day he became more and more within the world of the living yet there are so many ghosts that linger, wander, searching for any who can hear them and always they find Dude and whisper to his mind. The ghosts speak to Them and They muse to Dude in turn until always his Mind and Ears and full, until Ears become tired and Mind cannot think any more and Dude must turn from them all. He does not like to do this, no, for They have always kept him safe and it was They who led him from Moladion. Yet They did not bring Lyric or Fox or Masque and Dude cannot find them in that other world. He sees the ghosts of so many others, so many, even the Unbalanced One (still quite unbalanced) and yet no matter how hard he searches, he cannot find his other children and he does not truly understand this, not really. He wants only to say goodbye, he wants only to see that Lyric is not sad and Fox is not scared. They say Masque is not amongst them, They say Masque and Hathor and Kismet live still and perhaps this is why Dude cannot find the ghosts, for he is connected to well to the living. It is only the very lonely ghosts he sees, the ones who let something behind. She comes very often, the one of white and red he does not know and cannot hear so well. She does not speak words he understands. Yet the world is quite today, there are no ghosts in this forest and his eyes are clearer as he watches the leaf so young and small. Yet They say another is coming, whispering to his Mind as his silver eyes turn to peer into the shadows before his lips part to mumble and mutter words of no real meaning, musings, soft and gentle as his eyes twist to stare skyward again before They fall silent. Always, always They are silent near his Soul, for They will never interrupt this thing, never, Soul is for Dude alone, not for They and perhaps Dude is glad in this moment that she has come for truly his body does sing and his mind rejoices as she stumbles forward with her eyes so dark. Though Dude does not rise to come to her, to help her, no, no, he is not cruel, he does nto wish to see her hurt yet he knows most well to help her would be to hurt her. She does nto want to be guided and fussed over, she does not want to lean against him each day, no. Soul is like Dude, Soul is strong and independant and capable, this Dude knows and to help her would hurt her, so he lets her come, lets her find ehr own way as gentle eyes linger upon her, watching, smiling softly, whining when she draws near, a warning come to late as she topples over him and draws blood from her nose as his muzzle twists to part and lick away this mark with a tenderness and gentleness so few possess. For so few are as Dude, so few are so peaceful in this life as he kisses her nose and soothes her bruises, embracing her, wrapping around her and holding her close and safe against him while his Soul sings and dances to be with his Jaye. “Ground did not mean this thing, no, no, Ground catches all who fall, yet Ground is sometimes forgetting that she is so.....sturdy, yes, yes. Ground is sorry They say. Ground did not mean it. She is sorry to, that she let you walk away, yes, yes, not Ground, no, Daughter who comes. Persephone. They like her very much They say, yes, yes, They say many things of her, yes...” He rambled softly, words seeming to hold no true meaning and yet so much all the same as he laid his head upon the charcoal of Jaye’s back with a sigh so content, silver eyes moving towards the trees, flicking, turning until it seemed they had found a shadow to follow, watching as the girl small and dark came forward to scold her Mother for wandering, a lazy grin spreading across Dude’s features as he chuckled softly, mildly into the fur of Jaye’s back. Yes, many things They say about Daughter of Dude, Persephone, yes, so many, many things. Fluffy head lifted as the girl spoke once more, silver eyes resting softly, kindly against her as Head tilted slightly to the side at her words, gentle grin still in place. “Jaye would not be lost, no, no, blind is not lost- just dark, yes and Paws wanted to walk, yes, yes and Paws have not gone so very far, for Jaye did not get lost and family is together, yes? Now we will stay where we are put. They say Persephone should not worry so much, no, no, it is not for Persephone to worry yet. Would you like to know what else They say?” His head flopped back down onto Jaye’s back, oversized paws stretching out in contentment. “They say Persephone is child, not parent, They say Persephone should remember this and be young for Jaye is safe, yes, They are watching Jaye. This I promise.” He smiled once more, soft, gentle, just for her with these words of assurance and perhaps slight irony and veiled humour. It is often hard to tell when Dude is joking. Soul of Jaye || 12 Years || Father of Fox, Lyric, Masque and Hathor|| The Seer |
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