A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
IP: 164.107.155.170
Posted on February 22, 2017 at 03:42:26 PM by Kahlan
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I keep trying to talk to her, trying, hoping that she will hear me. This path that she has chosen for herself is not the right choice for her. She has become a wolf I no longer realize, and if I am what I think I am, then she too realizes it deep down, somewhere in her subconscious. I have pondered often whether I have been conjured back from the dead as a spirit to possess her body, but as time has gone on, I have come to think elsewise. And now? Now I think that I am merely her conscience. When I try to think about things that she never knew about, there are blanks in my memory. Case in point, I cannot remember how I first met Channing. I know that Kahlan sent me to Romance River to try to get me connect with someone - anyone! - and that I met Channing there and that my life was forever changed, but I cannot remember the words. I cannot remember what it was about her that changed me so, and made me let another in so easily. As another example, I know that my pups were born in Abendrot and why it was necessary… why one had to stay there… but I can’t remember their actual birth. There is nothing - no cave, no memories of smell or sound, no emotion. But most terrifying of all, I cannot remember how I died. I know only that I am indeed dead and that Kahlan became forlorn and saddened because of it, partly because she was not there with me and partly because it took so long for her to find out that I am dead. I know, too, that Channing is gone and that Saw Tooth is no more, but I think perhaps that I died before Saw Tooth fell into disarray. So how, then, do I have access to such information? Kahlan has merely implanted my thoughts and feelings into it all, making my voice her voice of reason, for she only ever listened to me. It gives me hope for her really, though not for my own survival. I hope that she will listen to me now, if only she will hear the words I say to her… or rather the words that she is saying to herself. Where has she gone, the bright vibrant sister that once I had and loved? Where is the kind femme who was naive enough to need me to protect her from all the dangerous strangers she tried to help? I would almost prefer that she would try to help others and get hurt - if only so that she would remember how much she loved helping others. How wonderful she was as a healer. That she had the most beautiful and caring of hearts… But anytime I try to talk reason into her I fail. She thinks herself crazy and will not listen to me - will not listen to herself. She either pushes back against me or faints, releasing me entirely. But that is useless too, for she has yet to discover that she holds me within herself. And yet here I am now, waking. My eyelids flutter as I come into being once more and immediately I am on guard. I raise my - I raise her hackles and leap to my - her paws, finding myself face to face with a stranger. He is torn, a warrior indeed, with one of his audette’s torn to hell. I growl, and even after all this time spent in her body I am surprised to find that it is Kahlan’s voice and not mine that reverberates, tumbling from between raised lips. But he doesn’t look hostile… he has not harmed her in her sleep or made any attempt to do anything inappropriate. I want to stay, if only to protect her, but I want more for her to interact with others, to connect with other wolves as she once forced me to. And so I slip away, releasing my grip on her, fade into the background… I open my eyes and nearly stumble, for I am standing already, not lying down asleep as I remember. I gasp and back up a step as I see a brute in front of me, staring at me silently… and I don’t remember him from before? How did he get here? When did I move? Startled, wide eyes stare at him, not saying anything as I try to wrap my brain around the newest of these weird events... OOC - she will end up switching between personalities; she doesn’t realize that she has this syndrome but Henadin (her dead brother who she has accepted as one of her personalities) does |
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- Каждый демон хочет, чтобы его фунт плоти; - By LEV March 15, 2017 at 05:59:16 AM
im just a puzzle missing a few pieces - By Kahlan March 17, 2017 at 10:13:08 PM
Каждый демон хочет, чтобы его фунт плоти; - By Lev May 26, 2017 at 05:46:14 AM
im just a puzzle missing a few pieces - By Kahlan June 28, 2017 at 05:34:11 PM
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