Sunlight Begins (Craska)

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The waves crashed gently against the thin strip of land that separated the waters from the cliffs. The waves weren't over powering yet as the tides of the night has just faded, and the sky was dim, very dim, with bright orange erupting out of the far horizon. The sun had yet to move above the waters in the far distance, but its light was beginning to show. It was a beautiful morning. And that beauty was relaxing to me.

The for the past two nights I'd failed to sleep easy and deeply. I'd tossed alot and turned and gotten only little rest. Last night I'd failed to get any sleep at all. My eyes where heavy and I was alittle drowsy, and I was laying flat on my belly with my head resting on my paws as I gazed out at the sunrise horizion. It wasn't hard to tell that I was tired and I wasn't sure why I was having such trouble sleeping, I just knew that I was.

That is why I'd come out here, a atempt to calm my nerves before starting the day, possiblely even a small nap, but not likely. Another part of me also wondered how unnoticed my slipping away this morning, and I hopped none had noticed my sleeping issues lately. As many troubled as times were, I didn't want to trouble others with my issues

[I L Y I C H]

The days were troubled, the nights were worse. Isn't that how it always worked? And it would seem I was no the only dog having problems. Families had died in this war I started. Lovers and friends and parents; all gone. Those three nights I got no sleep, my mind would allow no such thoughts of rest. Guarding my own fallen lover had become a sort of obsession, and with that my mind lay swamped in the desire and the inability to simply melt down. Bidziil use to me my world, those eyes use to guide my soul, but everything ends. No matter what my happiness could not last, or at least I could not hold onto it. So that was the game I played those nights as I sat in the pit I dug with my heart.; the game of blame and self loathing. And I came to some conclusions, though they were fickle and iced over in their long open wounds.

Life obviously tested it's creations. I was made to hold onto things, but it would seem I did not have a strong enough grip to make myself happy. It was life's game, after all, to ruin my own. Born with too weak of a grip I was destined to loose everything should I not harden my teeth and bite down harder. My mate, lost in his confused mutterings was a valid rendition of that idea. My grip had hardened around our precious children upon his loss, and I still had them. But I had had to loose in the process. Payment is a painful thing. A bitter learning curve. Sleep was forgotten in the whisperings of my mind until my body began to ache for it. I remember clearly now, how the change had occurred. Mahal had been waiting for me to pass out, to fall asleep and allow him access to a long lost variable in his life. A thing I had been subconsciously denying him.

But sleep had been so good. My body had hurt so badly. Every wound I had gathered was now scabbed over, the rest helping the healing process along. Two parallel cuts to my snout were particularly ugly, caused by Nimrod's undoubtedly sharped fangs. There was no doubt in my mind that my old friend had scared me, but such a thing was unimportant. He had most likely scared my daughter as well, and that is what made me furious. Children do not deserve battle scars. They do not need this pain that comes from reminders forever implanted upon their own skin. Dear Skoll I was barley half way through my own time and I had scars enough for the lot of us. I did not want that for my children. All of the thoughts fell away, though. They all died when exhaustion finally hit me with it's weight of bricks. My dreams had been void of anything but a haze of star shine.

But alas I was not alone in my plight, nor should I have expected myself to be. Golden eyes followed Stitch on her walk out of the bowl of our camp, her frame almost indescribable in the twilight against the sandstone. I rose slowly, the bruises burning upon my chest as my frame rocked for a moment. Upon regaining my head from the blinding rush of blood, I moved after the girl. My returned old friend, one unlike Nimrod. She held loyalty in her, but that spark of joy was lost. It was highly depressing, really, seeing even one who had escaped from our drudgery becoming like us. Like me. No one deserved that. Sand moved by slowly as I followed, all a bit at a distance. If Stitch wished to be alone I would leave her again, return to camp to removed my son from his father's guard.

Desert scrub faded slowly as the land began to climb, though I turned to follow the other woman onto the lower dustier track towards the sea. I hovered far back as dear Stitch rested upon the dust, dozing perhaps. Uncertainty rested in me, a feeling I was not at all unaccustomed to at this point, but I gave in to my curiosity and my worry to approach the girl. Claws clicked softly against the limestone, and I gave a small whine of greeting, just to be sure not to frighten her. I didn't want to end up being a bad guy once again. "Stitch?"

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ooc;// I am really sorry for the long wait. I got caught up in my vacation and was busy, but I'm back now.

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In the few brife moments of Carska's hesitation my eyes grew heavy enough to close, and my mind drifted for onr moment. I saw some dog, it's face kind of shapless and it's body kind of formless. It was a presence more than anything. I heard a voice. It was questioningme. If you'd only been faster? What would have changed? And the words, they themselves where shapless and felt more than heard. It was a difficult and strang vesion or dream or what ever it was. It was also information put aside in my mind, for I was to tired to think about it. Especially wiyj all the things else that clutered it right now.

When Carska's whine it my ears, I was both glad and upset. I had hoped to slip away unoticed so that I could relax and and not worry anyone. My troubles where not ment for them, they had there own and I wished not to add to them. Another realization passed through me just then. Walking out like that might worry others, Carska for one, because I had infact walked out like that before. No fuss, not word to anyone, no warning. And I stayed gone for a little over a year. Damnit, didn't think of that. But I was also glad she was here now. Carska was the only real friend I had left now. And I'd been wanting to talk to her too. She was here now so no point in getting angry over failing to sneak out.

At first I tried to get to my feet to bow to her in the respectful and formal way I normally did, old habits seemed to take the longest time to fade, but my body was tired and had gotten comfortable, so my limbs failed to responed to there commands. I instead rose my head and gave her a small smile. It wasn't as big and warm as it had been what seemed so long ago, but it was genuine. My eyes met hers, but they where hazed with lack of sleep so I almost appeared to look right through her. My voice held a level of trust and warmth in it. But it had a much older and mature sound to it, it wasn't energitic and welcomeing as it had once been. "Alphess Carska." When she had spoke my nameit had been questioning so I could tell she was concerned, so I was attempting to appear normal. "I'd hopped to catch you later, but it seems you caught me, what is it?" I then returned my head to my paws.



OOC EDIT: If you notice, I am the last one to have edited your post, Newol. There was a coding error, so I just went and fixed it -- Bhu