"Those'll be th' Bowcats," Old Vaxdrea said knowingly. "Now where they came from I don' rightly know, but there're rumors that they've been movin' about in Mossflo'er regions, doin' their Master's biddin'" "'Ow d'you know?" Gullask asked the old ferrethag skeptically. His rat companion frowned. "Shaddap, dullwit, she knows more'n any of us, so why complain?", the rat scratched his snout and turned to Moonlight,"Whereabouts were these 'Bowcats'? If they're near, they're still a danger. It's best we tell th' Lord an' have him set up an' investigation, where'er 'e is..."
Post by Arvel Crynyd on Jan 16, 2009 17:41:50 GMT -5
"They were several hundred yards east of where you found me. There are both vetrans and young ones, but all have a large degree of skill. They're accurate beyond belief....It would be your death to find them." rasped the white wolf, staring straight up.
The rat's eyebrows raised. "My, that's much closer'n I thought. They might as well be right on top of us!" Gullask had a different opinion: "Hunh, yer a fool, that's far enough away for now. They'll ne'er find us so long as we keep movin'." Vaxdrea very cautiously loosened the restraints that bound Moonlight. She glared fiercely at Gullask. "You fool offa fox! You ought t' listen to your frien' Garrbod here. Those Bowcats are as good at trackin' as they are at shootin'. They know we're here. It's only strength in numbers keepin' 'em away."
Post by Arvel Crynyd on Jan 16, 2009 19:17:44 GMT -5
"While I was chained to the tree, they were packing up, getting ready to move out. I doubt they're still there. By now they could be far away, or they could be moving closer. I don't know which." He'd forgotten where he was and who he was talking to
"You alright? Ya look out of it," the younger ferrethag asked the white wolf somewhat worriedly. Gullask and Garrbod, the rat, began quietly consulting apart from the wolf and ferrets, whispering arguements about how an investigation should be conducted. Old Vaxdrea began mixing some powders together and staring at Moonlight oddly. "Yonga,"she addressed the other ferrethag, "Check that wolf for signs of shock."
Post by Arvel Crynyd on Jan 16, 2009 20:33:03 GMT -5
All he could think about are the Bowcats that were not too far distant. He stared at nothign and started mumbling uninterpretable sentences, the words running together without any coherent plan. He started making sense. "Snow......blood.......everywhere! No! Sheila! No! Please...."
The juska vermin were taken aback by Moonlight's strange outburst. Gullask and Garrbod tried to steady the white wolf in case he started having a fit, and Old Vaxdrea hurriedly finished concocting the powdery mixture and began burning it in the nearby fire. Strangely scented vapor billowed forth. "Vaxdrea," the ferret called Yonga cried out,"what's going on???" "Shock, most likely,"the old ferrethag stated, keeping herself calm despite the circumstances,"He also appears to be havin' a flashback. You two! Stop trying t' hold 'im down--you'll only make it worse!" The gray fox and the rat carefully released their hold on Moonlight. The vapor from the fire now filled the entire room with a soothing scent.
Post by Arvel Crynyd on Jan 16, 2009 21:01:19 GMT -5
Moonlight's limbs started trembling as he relived his past. His eyes stared blankly, his head turning from side to side as his breathing became more rapid as he started straining at the ropes again, thrashing his limbs as much as he could, given the restraints. "I'll kill you all!" he shouted, reliving past rage. "You'll all pay for what you did to her!"
All in the room drew back fearfully. Yonga and Vaxdrea shared a worried glance. "Why isn't th' vapor workin'?", Yonga whimpered. "Th' vapor only works with physical shock, not mental shock. We either have t' wait it out or use monkshood extract.", the old ferrethag mumbled. She rummaged in her herbs and vials until she found a tiny container of a vile green fluid. Corking it open and approaching Moonlight slowly, Vaxdrea nerved herself.
Post by Arvel Crynyd on Jan 16, 2009 21:26:26 GMT -5
Now he was sobbing, a somewhat unnerving sight to see the large white wolf wracked with sobs, tears streaming down his face, head shaking back and fortha s though he sought to change something. "No." he croaked. "It can't be true. Please don't let it be true!" he moaned, quivering from the pain endured so long ago.
Vaxdrea saw her chance as the wolf's actions turned from violent to mournful. As quietly as possible she wet the bone needle she was carrying with the potent medicine and crept close enough to Moonlight to administer it. She found the correct vein and swiftly stuck the needle in, ready to leap back if the jolt caused the wolf to lash out. Visibly fearful, she tried to keep her patient from doing so with words: "Shush. No more pain." She drew the needle out skillfully, causing no bleeding.
Post by Arvel Crynyd on Jan 18, 2009 15:06:12 GMT -5
He quickly stiffened, muscles tense and ready to lash out at the sudden pain, but instead they relaxed to fitful trembling, as though he couldn't control his own body anymore. His eyes focused again on his surroundings, bringing himself out of the past and back to where he was, surrounded by vermin, albeit strange ones.
The ferrethag retreated once again, shaking her head as she put away her monkshood. The wolf seemed alright now, but his cries had attracted a small, curious crowd around the loosely shut tent flaps. Yonga stormed over there, fiercely angry. Popping her head outside the ferrethag scattered several rats, weasels, white foxes and the like. "'Ey! Clear out, ya miscreants! Go on, yoo've no business here! Shoo!", she scolded. The vermin retreated several paces, but still loitered about as Yonga shut the tent flaps more securely and stalked angrily back over to Moonlight. Yonga's demeanor then changed dramatically, shifting from a stormcloud to a warm summer breeze. She checked his pulse through his massive yet limp paw and said: "Moonlight, sir? Can ye hear me? Are ye alright now?"
Post by Arvel Crynyd on Jan 18, 2009 15:44:29 GMT -5
"I will never be alright." he replied. "She'll never come back. Its impossible for anything to be alright." Moonlight turned his head to looke the ferrethag in the eyes. "Nothing can fill the hole she once filled." Tears still streaked down his face, cleansing what little dirt that was on his face away.
Yonga stared back at Moonlight, too stunned by the whiteness gazing straight at her to blink. In all her long life in the Juska tribe she had never heard or thought of wolves as creatures of sentiment, but then again she wasn't much of a thinker either. Finally she found some words that didn't sound ignorant and useless, a difficulty that took some moments to get past: "Forgive my askin', but who is this she?", the ferret ventured. Vaxdrea's jaw gaped, astounded at the other ferrethag's bluntness. Gullask and Garrbod looked at each other anxiously, for who could predict what this apparantly disturbed wolf would respond like?