if you don’t mind, it don’t matter
It is quite this day and in this place, yes, this land is not so….filled in the way of the other packs though indeed he thinks not of numbers no, there is a space, a gap, a hole that is most present within this land and it would seem that Paws have decided and Mind has agreed, that Dude shall fill this space- at least for now, for indeed he never does stay in one place forever, no, he stays only so long as he is needed before he moves once more. Yet for now, for some years to come perhaps, he is needed within Iromar. There must always be balance, always, it is commanded by They in all things and within this land of fog and smoke this balance is- off. Spirane is filled with the blood of old, with the ties of family and wolves who remember. Glorall is filled with a….newness, the clarity of that washed clean and Diveen, Diveen is filled with life so much so that it brims and brings a smile to the lips of the aged male. Perhaps in one way it is sad, a male so filled with that which does not judge, that which simply accepts all for who and what they are is so alone in this life. He has lost his family, all of them, even his sister Hazard and her pups remain gone. He has lost his imprint, this wound upon his soul one as such that will never, never heal and he had lost the land of caves he had called his own for so long. His children are gone, his family is gone and he remains as ever so lost within a world all his own where the ghosts of the past seem to linger so close. Always they whisper to his ears, these ghosts, always and yet he cannot help them.
For perhaps a moment the silver of his gaze is given to be….sad as he looks up and into the sky, his attention so drawn by the clouds above that it would seem he remains entirely unaware of the white female who approaches for indeed he makes no move to lower his head, those eyes so glazed over with the madness some say he has had since the age of one and indeed, perhaps it is madness, perhaps there is nothing even remotely special about the boy of dark and light, perhaps his ramblings are simple luck or indeed, perhaps he is merely highly gifted in reading others, in deducing such things before speaking them- truly it cannot be known. Ears move at the sound of Ruvindra’s voice, though Mind is very busy in this moment and Eyes are most distracted by the skies above. Even so, Ears are determined that Mind and Eyes will listen and that Voice will acknowledge, teasing and tugging at him until his head lowers and the glaze upon those silver optics fades slightly as his lips form a lazy, easy grin and the disproportional, gangly male is given to lift to his paws to stumble forward to the white female, paying no further heed to this border line as Tail waves and he moves to brush himself against Ruvindra. Yes, he remembers, for never does Dude forget and nor do They, speaking softly to his Ears once more as he nods and mumbles before coming to stand before her once more with that grin so easy and kind. It matters not to him what she has done in her time, it matters not at all- Dude does not judge, he simply accepts and moves on and finds within himself a kindness to offer all. Only twice within his existence has he turned from a wolf, only twice in all his fifteen years of life has he met wolves he could not help. One now lays dead and though the other still roams.
“Ruvindra, yes, yes, very long, very long, but not so long to forget- no, no and yes, not so young, not anymore- though They say that young and old do not matter so much in all, no.”
He rambles as always he did, mumbling to himself, to her, sometimes seemingly to only those he can see and hear, though his crooked grin never fades and his pleasure in her company is clear as he sits before her though he is suddenly given to frown, eyes returning to her own as his head tilts and turns.
“Three. Yes. Three- but was four, though gone now, yes, yes, gone without…being clear, gone- will not come back, not as before. Sorry, They are sorry for this but They say there is another…..she, no, no, he, he is more clear, eyes are….clear. Yes. Pleased They are, yes.”
His eyes fix on her once more, grin back in place as he nods, as if entirely unaware at the utter jumble of his last sentence, though as always if listened to most carefully it makes entirely more sense then it appears. He speaks so simply of her children, her three newborns and the daughter she has lost, the one taken away by the one who was ‘not clear’ Vague perhaps, though he does not say this name and indeed They are sorry for this loss, sorry for what happened though pleased They are that she has found one who is more clear, one with eyes that are clear- though weather she will understand this or not cannot be said, whether she is given to believe he knows these things by intuition or perhaps he has merely seen Vague and Ska in Diveen, perhaps he has simply been around Iromar longer then he lets on and has heard of the birth of her children. Even so, They are pleased with this for some reason and Dude speaks so readily for them.
“I have come yes, because pack is….unbalanced. Come to stay I have, yes, yes, come to stay.”
With this he is clearly content to lift to his paws once more, over-sized feet leading him stumbling and blundering deeper into Iromar, sure that Ruvindra will follow or come to walk beside him as he wanders, muttering to himself all the same, Paws somehow managing to guide him around every sink hole and swamp, though he seems never to look where he is going as he wanders, clearly searching for….something.
DUDE
14 Years || No Mate || No Imprint || Hero of Old Moladion |