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[(.| Robin |.)]

Her fur shone brightly, glimmering in the morning sun. She pawed at the ground unsurely, for no exact reason. Walking up to the pool, she looked in. The reflection of herself stared right back at her. She blinked, it blinked. She put up her paw, it put up its paw. She put her paw against the water. She felt warmness tinging her body, as if she actually felt something besides water. Just to make sure, she shook her head. It did the same.

Of course it does the same! It is just like a mirror. Only a reflection in the pool of water.

She stared into it, unsure if it was actually her looked back. Suddenly, ripples broke her reflection. No fair. She blinked. A flashback of her past.. It wasn't clear.. But she saw her siblings.. playing around... And she wasn't with them. It was just a memory. And she was just a Memory. Memory, Memory, Memory. Nothing to be surely proud of. She was the outcast of her family. Who knows where they are. Possibly, they joined some pack. Maybe they got killed. Killed. That is what she would want. That is what Memory would want! They abandoned her, why should they be able to live, when Memory had barely been able to?

Memory blinked once more. She leaned over the pool, and took a small drink of water. Lapping it up, not thinking anything more. Maybe someone would come along and cheer her up? She pulled her head back, and stared into the pool. Drinka Pool, it was called. Oh, who cares what it is called? Who really cares? She could call it pond, pool, anything she wanted to. Anything. She couldn't be bossed around. Nope, never. She would never stand for that, even if she joined a pack. Is which why, if she joined a pack, it would be hers.

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Blood soaked paws hit the ground delicately, one after another. A black wolf could be seen weaving in and out slowly, covered from head to tail with dried mud. The poor creatures pads were split and bleeding, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Muddy colored voids seemed to complete the picture. A long and thin tassel hung low and limp to the ground as he trudged on.

His journey had been a long one and had brought him to many places. Once, when he was on the verge of death, he swore to have seen Heaven and all its glory surrounding him. Never should I have let myself love such a wench! The words rang on and on his head as his mum and dad’s face kept popping up in his head but the only problem with the picture was that his mum was dead; beautiful white pelt stained red. He shook his head to try to rid himself of the pictures and just than, a branch he brushed past hooked his left ea, tearing it open.

He did not cry out he just stopped for a moment before continuing on. He was silent just like always. Tux, the male, was not very fond of words and loved to listen to others to comfort them so they could get out all of their worries but he offered no words of advice. Words were a nuisance, something that did not need to be used very often. Suddenly the dirty Tux’s muddy nose twitched as the smell of water and wolves hit his nose. He darted on, forgetting all his pain, his aching pain that was down to the bones and chilled his heart. Bodice rose and fell rapidly as a female became clear in his site, unable to slow down.

His pads, being in the state they were in could not stop the hundred pounds or so they were holding… In result Tux flew into the water with a big splash, just missing the female. Soaking wet now he dragged himself slowly out. The only good thing that came from it was all the mud had washed away from his pelt, showing off his black and white pelt, and the only thing to stay a muddy color was his voids and as for his ear and pads they still bled. ”Sorry.” he stammered softly, his gaze not meeting hers.

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[(.| Robin |.)]

As the splash made ripples, it distrupted her reflection in the pool. Typical. Everything she did was interuppted, no matter where and when she was. Sleep, eating, hunting, walking, seriously. Everything. She had gotten used to it over the months. Yet, it wasn't wolves interupting her all the time. It was her disruptive thoughts. She could never go anywhere without her thoughts about her family stopping her. But she didn't care, she had gotten used to it over the months!

She blinked at the sound of a fellow wolf's voice. Never had she heard something such.. She'd only heard her mother yelling, her father said nothing, and her siblings barking. She rarely said everything. She was the odd one. Much more than having not heard a wolf talking, to her for years, she'd never really heard the word, "Sorry" No one had bothered to say sorry to her when they'd accidentally hurt her, or her feelings. The only time she'd heard the word 'Sorry' is when she had said it. And that caused the reason for her family abandoning her.

Her family. Not much she knew about them, only lived with them for very little months. But one thing she did know. Politeness could not be heard, maybe thought but not heard! They kicked her out. Her parents. Siblings. She did nothing wrong, except for saying Sorry, Your Welcome, Thank you, and things like that a couple of times.

The fae's thoughts turned back to the wolf who had jumped into the pool, unnoticed. She took notice in the poor state he was in. A torn ear, dirtyness. The pool, once clear looked a now clear-brownish color. Her eyes finally drifted over to the brute, her muzzle opened in reply,

"Sorry? W-Why sorry?"

She stared at the brute, noticing he wouldn't look at her. Nervous? Why be nervous.. no reason to. Not like a whole audience of wolves was there. Nope, just one. Just the hurt fae Memory.

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Water droplets began to fall quickly in vast numbers from the brujo's pelt and onto the ground. The hard earth below him began to soak up the water, softening it. Soon it could no longer hold the water so it began to spew it out all over over, creating a huge puddle of mud. Oh great, He thought to himself, more mud, just what I needed after getting rid of it all. The earth under him that was slowly becoming a puddle of mud, soothed his aching paws and pads. Still his head was lowered and he would not look at the female. Instead his chocolate voids stared at her paws.

"Sorry? W-Why sorry?"

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Her tone seemed to flow out of her parted muzzle, her words wrapping around his mind as he opened his once more in response. "I-I almost got... got you w-wet." He stammered still not able to meet her eyes. Words. Words were nothing but a nuisance but others didn't seem to know that, they couldn't read one's actions anymore. Maybe it was bred out of their genes? But Tux, he was always quiet and hardly ever talked, and when he was he was polite. Honestly one could say maybe it was his past that muted him. Maybe it was watching in horror as his father abused his mum in every way possible to the fullest extent, as well as watching him murder his beautiful mum.

He had had no socialization in years and no contact with others for a very long time, and the best he could do was be polite to this female whom he had almost run over in his attempt to stop himself from diving into the water.

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[(.| Robin |.)]

The fae stared at the brute, but then looked away, sideways. She felt hurt that the wolf wasn't really talking.. Most wolves liked to talk. Apparently he wasn't like that, not at all. She blinked, and turned around. "I-I almost got... got you w-wet." His words, stammering, seeming like he didn't trust his words.. Or hers.

"Wh.. Is something wrong?"

She asked him, though she barely knew him. Some might say that is was rude to ask why someone was feeling down, when they didn't even know the wolf's name. She blinked, bewildered. Was she being rude? Too late now.. She already asked. Hopefully he wouldn't be taken aback by her words.

She stared into the pool, it was very muddy now. "d**nit." She murmered under her breath, out of the brute's hearing. She didn't mean to swear, it just came out.. Infact she had no idea what the word meant, but she said it, it just happened. No reflection anymore due to muddyness.

Laying down, she closed then opened her eyes slowly. Just talk. Don't leave.. She begged the wolf inside her head, even thou he couldn't hear her. Her paw found it's way to the water, and stirred it in the water. Her eyes widened, but then right away relaxed. The water was clear again, in that spot. Even for a moment, it was happy to see it's clearness again.



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Sorry for cussing in there.. Eh.. xP
Also sorry for going on about random things.. Yeah, I didn't know what to do..

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Ooc|| Honestly, I don't mind. A few of my characters curse... except for me little Tux =X.
Oh, and my muse died -_-

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She did not understand him either, did she? Of course not, no one ever understood him and why he was the way he was. None of them ever had to go through what he had experienced growing up. He still could not meet her gaze with his hurt chocolate optics, it would go against his morals. He was not, under any ciccumstances, to look anyone in the face, unless he knew them by name, and he did not know her.

"Wh.. Is something wrong?"

She asked him and for a moment Tux did not understand what he meant my 'something wrong'. But being him, he figured it out and replied, "Oh no Miss. Nothing. It- it would just be... be r- rude if I had gotten you wet or dirty. By the way Miss, I am Tux. At your service." Wow, he amazed himself. Almost 30 words he had spoken and to him that was a lot. Usually he would give a gruff response, but this situation was different, very different. Suddenly, the female moved and began to look into the pond that he had dirtied and tried to clear away the mud.

Slowly, with a limp, he walked up beside her and sat down, his black paws churning the muddy water away so the mud would clear. Soon enough he was done and a huge clean circle was formed. It was with the reflection it gave, that he looked at her. He could see she had laid down and had seen her optics widen slightly before returning. His own muddy voids resembled the water, watery from the water, but brown from th mud. But of course, they weren't ugly, they were just different and right now they were shinning greatly, just happy to be in someone presence.

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[(.| Robin |.)]

Memory stared into the water, as the brute was clearing away the mud. She smiled a bit, happily. Her eyes stared into the water, at his reflection. His eyes, a nice brown seemed.. there was no word for it. As the brute said "Oh no Miss. Nothing. It- it would just be... be r- rude if I had gotten you wet or dirty. By the way Miss, I am Tux. At your service." she nodded, for no reason.

"Nice to meet you, Tux. I'm... Memory."

Her voice was strong and clear, yet she hesitated her name. Her name seemed a bit weird, Memory. She blinked a few times, continuing to stare at the water. But then something caught her mind. At your service.? What did that mean?

"Er, Tux, What did you mean by 'At your service'?"

She asked, in a confused tone. She didn't get that sentence. But within the time he'd been here, that was the most he spoken. Why wouldn't he exactly talk?

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Hehehe.
Your muse DIDNT die
Im really sorry for the short post.. Couldn't think straight.

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"Nice to meet you, Tux. I'm... Memory. Er, Tux, What did you mean by 'At your service'?"

Memory her name was, huh? He listened to her for a moment and lowered his head, "Well, nice to meet you, Memory. What I mean is, from my point of view, I owe you. Wha- what I mean is, I almost harmed you, though in the same terms."

That was it, that was probably all she needed to hear to tell he was crazy. It was strange, he dwelled on the past too much for he was still talking about almost getting her dirty and knocking her in. One could also tell he wasn't very fond of dirt, he like being clean but before when he was dirty, that couldn't had been helped.

In the corner of his voids he watched as Memory looked him over slightly and turned away when he finally noticed she knew he was looking at her. Strange isn't it? It is funny how one can act so, and yet... Oh, nevermind. Slowly, he brought his left paw up to his muzzle and licked at his pads gingerly as he cast a side long glance at Memory and smiled meekly. He was content and happy, although it would be hard to tell besides his facial facade.

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[(.| Robin |.)]

Memory slightly nodded, then smiled. "I see... Okay then." She chuckled. Her eyes shined as she looked into the water. Somehow she seemed to be attracted to water, she didn't know why. It was just, Oh she didn't know. The water was always so clear, well usually. She stole a small glance at Tux, hopefully he didn't see.

Dipping her head down into the water, she lapped some up. It felt cool and enchanting on her tounge, mostly because she hadn't had any water since that morning, much hours earlier. Memory sat up and blinked a few times, she didn't know why. It was just a habit.

Habits. Memory had lots of habits, some good, some bad. Others both or neither. She also had a habit in asking one where they came from. So, can you guess what she was about to say?

"Tux, if this isn't too personal- Where do you come from, well grew up?"

Her voice got a bit quieter as she asked that. Maybe he didn't like to talk about where he grew up? But then maybe he did. Hopefully Tux wouldn't be a bit, well, there wasn't exactly a word for what she was thinking. Memory turned to Tux and awaited his answer.

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He pretended not to see the glances that Memory tried to sneak at him and continued to stare into the water. He felt so exposed in this vast open area. Normally he wouldn't be so close in the open, he would be hiding, in the trees where everything regarded him as just a harmless shadow. However, he was very content sitting there in silence. It was strange, the feeling you can have when you are with someone, but you don't speak but you can just tell how the other was feeling. Whether she could tell or not, he did not know, but he could and suddenly Memorys' tone rang out, disrupting his thoughts.

"Tux, if this isn't too personal- Where do you come from, well grew up?"

Hmm, that would be tough to answer. No one had ever really asked him that either, and when they did, he usually stayed quiet or lied- which goes against his nature. That was always a touchy subject for him for it always reminded him of his mothers death and all of the blood. Tux knew though, that he should tell her, and tell her the truth. He could not tell you why he was doing it, but someone could tell he did not want to pass up a friendship.

His eyes turned turned glassy and a look of being faraway took over as he stared into the water without blinking. His tone, which rang out crystal clear just like the water, was monotone, capturing no emotion at all except for reflecting Memorys' tone. "I come far from the West. I lived in a brutal place where wolves and large felines tried to dominate one another. A place full of hard ships, a place that held an awful killed; the killer that raised me. How did I get here, one may ask. Simple. Just like everyone else did, for I am no different. A place where conditions were harsh: low food and water, sand storm in plenty, great droughts and heat... But, on the days of worship of the full moons, it would rain, and rain. Food would return shortly and we would gorge himself..."

Soon he trailed off, memories playing back in his mind, making him even more distant. Maybe it was the silence that brought him back, or the feeling that this female would shun him, and leave his side. On his blackened head, his ripped ear had stopped bleeding, same for his paws. In his mind, he wondered how long it took him to say that, that the blood had begun to clot. 'Please, don't go.' He thought as he managed to lift his head and look at Memory with desperate voids. "What about you?" He asked, surprised to find himself asking.

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[(.| Robin |.)]

Memory listened quietly and patiently to Tux's story. If it could be called a story, though. She actually loved stories, loved listening to them she could listen to them all day long without wanting to leave. As long as they were good ones. She'd always hated bad stories, they were so just blank. "What about you?" The words awoke her from her own thoughts. "Well.." She started.

"I was born in the North, lived there 'till I was about only six months old. My mother, well my family abandoned me because I was too nice. Isn't that weird? They always had a strict rule of 'No saying sorry, Your Welcome, Thank You' and more. It was just one night that I broke that strict rule by saying sorry and Thank you to my sister, they left during that night."

She took a deep breath and continued.

"Let me describe the land.. It was always snowing, well at least always snow on the ground. When it snowed, it was loads and loads of snow. Blizzards, snow storms. Caribou, Elk, Deer and more large animals roamed there. It was really easy to catch those animals, no matter how old you were. You just had to check it's speed, and body before eating anything, many animals got sick there, and when another animal ate that one, they could get sick too, or even worse- Die."

Pausing again, her eyes turned to the water, as she continued her story.

"How I got here.. By an iceberg. It's insane, I know you don't need to tell me that. I just hopped on an iceberg one day wanting to go somewhere. As dangerous as it sounds- and is, I didn't get hurt. Many fish jumped up on top, and once in a while a seal or sea lion. I almost got killed by a Orca once, that wasn't a good time. I was on that one small iceberg only about the size of two wolves for months, at least four. Then one day I saw an island ahead of me, and the iceberg was getting smaller. The next day it broke and I was close enough to the island to swim. I didn't know how, But I did it anyways.. And I ended up here. I've been here for about one or two years, now.."

Her head turned to Tux's paws, instead of her own or his face. She felt like her story was too long, and was a bit boring. Well, to her it was because it was her own.

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I swear that post took me an hour to write up.

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Tux listened to her, just as she did for him. He was engulfed in her story, his mind trying to imagine the place she had described. Now though, he felt as if he had told too little and started again, muddy voids still staring into the water at his reflection. His reflection, disgusted him, so he swatted his paw at his face in the water- distorting it. With a sigh he spoke, "That is very interesting, Memory. I guess I shall expand more about where I came from, which you could say was a good opposite to your place."

"As I had said, the place I came from, known as Prague, was located someplace in the distant west, but more towards the east at the same time... I guess you could say the two positions merged and formed as one. Anyway, the place was always warm and humid. Bugs of plenty were always out, trying to bite at you and get past your fur to your hide.

"Animals were not in the largest supply there. For if you went east, all you found was sand, heat, and no water – meaning no food. As for the side I lived on; the west, food was also scarce. You see, tyrant wolves used to dominate the area, taking all the food they wanted, and soon enough, there weren’t enough left for them to repopulate, thus resulting in food shortages. Now you see, my father was one of those tyrants, and his soul was evil. My mum though, had a pure soul, and was forced to be with my father..."

Once more, his voids grew even distant. He was being bombarded with memories of the past. Salty water drops formed in the corner of his voids; tears. But he blinked them away quickly. He did not want Memory to see the salty tears that had formed. A slight cough came from his as he continued again, this being by far the the most he had ever revealed about his past, or spoken.

"Now, my father killed my mother and siblings, and I was suppose to reign supreme. Oh, yes! I forgot to mention, large felines also dominated the area, so there was constant fighting. Now one day, I befriended one; a young one. I was found out, the feline- killed. I was told I had to protect the wolves and side with them. eventually, I got fed up with everything, and my tyrant father. So, I ran. I ran as fast and as far as I could. My whole journey was not on land, but by water also, by holding onto fallen trees..."

He stopped again and looked at her. He had done enough talking he believed. He lowered his head and dropped his gaze after a moment of looking into her eyes before staring at his paws. "I'm sorry, I have talked enough." was what he was trying to say, he just hoped she got what he meant.

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[(.| Robin |.)]

The femme closed her eyes as she listened once more, listened carefully and patiently for the end. She was imagining the landscape, his birthplace. Memory was pretty good at imagining things she was told about. Her eyes opened and she had imagined a pretty harsh place, Was that place the one she had just imagined? Now, When she imagined, it sometimes went too far, too different from the story. But now she was pretty sure she'd thought right, but just maybe a bit too much.

"Well, Tux, Was it scary there?"

Her eyes were gleaming with curiosity, as she quietly said those words. Just like a young wolf, well actually pup would look when it wanted something, or wanted to go somewhere she or he couldn't.

Tux's life story added much to her own.. She wanted to be friends with him, but didn't know how she would say it. He seemed like such an interesting brute, usually quiet, but seemingly could talk much if he wanted to. He seemed as if he had gone through much, and that Memory thought her life was just beginning, or maybe it was ending? It was confusing what she was trying to think, which was why she couldn't.

Once more her eyes turned to her reflection in the pool. Soft breezes were making small, lovely ripples. It was so calm at that moment, she couldn't breathe. But no, it wasn't a killing sensation, it was a choking one. Choking for the beautiful pool, whose ripples were so calm and steady. Yet she wasn't exactly choking. It was just that one moment. A sudden fast breeze knocked the tiny waves off balance. Memory silently sighed That one moment, now gone by a single breeze. Could everything calm and steady be destroyed so easily?

Memory's head turned toward Tux. Her eyes staring right past, or through him. A distant look forming in her eyes, of sudden sadness and homesickness of the snow in her homeland; but mostly her brothers and sisters. She couldn't remember their names anymore.. But then again, No one could. They had none. Infact, Memory had none. She had named herself. The fae's thoughts turned blank so she didn't have to bear it anymore.

How can one be satisfied when that one wolf had been abandoned?

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A life of misery, over a life of love.
Scary? Her words hung in the air and folded around his mind, as a rope back to reality. That was a hard question to answer, if he did. Actually, the vixen was already lucky enough to have gotten his vocals to ring in the air. Thus none had done so before, none had made him talk like this female did, and he wondered why.

"Well, that depends... I guess." He said, staring into her deep voids slightly now, understanding what she was going through. "You see, it wasn't scary if you held power, for everyone was eager to either serve you, or get out of your way. If you were by yourself, you surely died, and many resorted to cannibalism. Now, I will not say more, Memory. It is something I do not wish you to hear, nor do I wish to speak. But I will say this, you had to keep a close eye on the one's you trusted, for they are the first to betray you there."

Need he say more? What he had left out of course, was the males that roamed. They saw themselves all high and mighty, and they figured everyone adored them; especially females. So, they mated- well r.ped, many females. It was of course, a sick pleasure for them. And with more wolves in the land, more animals had to be hunted; another reason for the lack of food. His mum had been one of those females, but m father, decided to keep her. The word keep, was held out longer, for he really meant that. He basically owner her, and she could never leave. Well she was able too, but that was only with death.

Life is an amazing thing. Everything that is created, is destined to die. Whether you be predator or prey, it does not matter and soon his life would be over too. Not only this, but the vixen next to him, all the alphas, loners, pack members and every creature whether it be plant, animal or insect. Tux also knew, that he would spend his life alone- unless... Muddy voids looked up at Memory and than followed her gaze to the water and spoke slowly. "Memory, will you be my friend?"

He asked politely, his tone soft, his mind coming back to this world. Although his voids remained locked onto the water, but something about it always fascinated him. The water could be manipulated in many ways, but no matter what, it would do what it wanted one way or another, even if it didn't seem so.
Where's the best way to go, when your heart always betrays you?

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[(.| Robin |.)]

Memory listened to Tux. "If you do not wish you say anymore, I wont ask for more." Her vocals sung softly. She would not ask for more, even though she did. If Tux didn't want to talk much of his past, that was fine of him. She hadn't included all she had gone through, all that had happened. SO it didn't matter if he didn't want to.

When Tux asked to be the femme's friend, she was shocked. She knew her answer right away, but didn't tell. Memory appeared to be thinking hard, she stood still for a moment with a far-away glistening look in her eyes. Eventually, she asnwered. It seemed like such a long time it took her to answer, though it was just merely a minute or so. "Yes, Tux, I'd love to be your friend!"

Her voice said excitedly. It wasn't too loud, though. But then Memory thought for a moment. Tux was her first friend.. Her first friend. How come she hadn't had any friends before then? The answer was simple, only she wouldn't say or think it. Memory smiled happily.

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Im really sorry it took so long to post. I was grounded... Also sorry for how short I'm really busy today. ||