[P]  Fading into oblivion

Newt

6 y/o xlarge Female

The world was frozen over in hues of crimson deterioration. Everything seemed so lost within the confines of decay and rebirth. Her heavy paws ached as the weight of her pushed heavy into the soft soil. Her head throbbed with both her mental state and physical retribution from her encounter with the ram wolf. The air around her felt heavy, however, her fog did not manifest. The clarity that tittered from here to there was hanging by a thread as she pulled in the aromas of the redwood forest.
 
Light illuminated various paths around the forest floors. Their patterns were unique to the breathe of light each ray brought forth. Something lingered in the air and she couldn’t quite understand what exactly. The small voice inside her head screamed for her to seek it out but at what cost? Every time that voice guided her she would build something great and then fade away into nothingness. Her ears twitched as she battled with herself internally on what to do.
 
Eventually she allowed that nagging feeling to take hold of her. Her aching limbs pulled her heavy body forward as the scent seemed to call to her. It was like a doorway into her mind was cracked and if she followed perhaps she could find the path to coherent thoughts. The world was always twisting and turning. It was never truly upright but always falling in different degrees. Some more slanted than others and sometimes all together upside down but today it was slightly less chaotic. Perhaps the pain that etched its way into her muscles did help to keep her centered. Violence always did speak much more to her than words ever did.

crimson falling stars slipped onward towards their earth graves. Her eyes shifted towards their swirling movements as they eventually slipped into their demise. Her ears fell back in sympathetic understanding as her heart would race with the knowledge that she would also fade away into the grave of yesterday. would anyone ever remember her? Who she truly was. Not the loss of self that constantly attached itself to her. Queen slayer, the title had been earned through the death of a queen and the rise of another. Yet it always took her such a long time to remember who she was or maybe who she never was. Perhaps it was all a simple delusion that had carried on for far too long. Just like everything else.

"Newt Speaks,"

 
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Dovain

9 y/o xlarge Female
 
Dovain's  mind wandered from her. She'd left to go on a run and gather materials, but in doing so she had to leave little Aella in the den, under strict orders not to speak with anyone unless they carried The Order's scent, and even then to not exit the den nor let anyone in. She'd lost too many daughters, she wouldn't let this blessing be stripped from her yet. Not if she could stop it.  

It was as she unclipped her chainmail and released the thick fur around her neck to sway freely in the wind that a scent came to her. One that she recognized vaguely, and one that made her nose twitch and her lip curl ever so slightly. Stretching the scars that rested in the area. She unsheathed Primavere from her side, the duel ended blade etched so delicately with the flower it was named after, the curved edges shimmering after its recent clean, enough that it reflected the red scenery of the forest around the mother that had come upon the crumbling form of a woman she'd once held position with. Once lead beside, let near her children. 

Newt, the name swirled in the woman's mind, and in the monochrome woman's presence Dove's chest tightened, muscles making themselves known through the gaps in her armor as her neck prickled to the surface as if her mane weren't large enough. Dovain's curved blade hovered in front of her to cradle the underside of Newt's salt and pepper chin, tilting the woman's head just enough to look her in the eyes. A disproving click leaving Dove's tongue. 

 "You've seen better days." She rumbled, jaw clenching slightly as she met the violet eyes she'd once found entrancing. She wondered if the woman would recognise her, or perhaps would aim for her leg to drink in her sanity. 
 
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Newt

6 y/o xlarge Female

 Oblivion was always her salvation, or at least she thought. The barricade of illusions and self-preservation always helped to ease the burden of the traumas of the past. However, it was always so exhausting excavating the labyrinth of her fractured mind. She wondered if clarity would ever bless her with its divinity. Would she forever to be cursed with two sets of mindsets? Once upon a time the two had merged and she had a functioning form of madness. It was easily obtainable, should she ever release the guilt, and become the women she had forged from the blood of a slain alpha. So, perhaps the future could hold a balance of regret and moving on.
 
A scent swirled around her splintered awareness. Her violet eyes closed as she pulled in the comforting scent. A heat pulled over those darkened cheeks and she felt the flutter of her heart within her chest. Why did she feel this surge of emotion? Her violet eyes fluttered open to search the source of longing that filled her. In turn she gazed back into those lovely garnet hued eyes. She felt like she could get lost in the eyes, and for a moment, she was.
 
Dark ears fell back as the ache in her neck grounded her. She blinked for a moment as she let the words settle into her mind. The state of her, mind and body, were quite the mess as usual. Confusion filled her as the fog around her began to manifest. She knew this woman. It was clear by how strongly she felt. Yet, she was so unhinged from reality that she was uncertain which road would lead back to her.

She focused on the scent and tone of voice. Floods of images shifted in and out. A child came into her mind. A home. Lost to the fog of her traumatic past. Rage and hurt from her disappearance. “Dove” The name came from her lips but it took her a second to understand the name. The intensity in the way she spoke that name said volumes of how she had felt. She had not been so vocal about her emotions due to their responsibilities within the pack but the desire was still lurking in the depths of her regret. “You found me, once more, or is this all a dream?” she asked, uncertain if her mind was playing a cruel trick on her as it sometimes did.


"Newt Speaks,"

 
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@Dovain
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