Secrets of the Forest [Dark & Anvil]

[Anvil]

Lyall continued frowning. "Again, I'm sorry. I know haven't made the best impression, but I'm trying. Whether or not you want a mate, it's not my business. I will stop asking you questions." Lyall walked through the small bush and saw the den. "This is it?" She smiled. It looked to be very homely. It seemed simple, but she liked it. "Okay, I will keep the first watch."

[Darkmoon1312]

Dark went over to one side of his den. “Good… I… Well um… Thanks.” He mumbled, as he never really thanked anyone before. He started to remove the armor that protected him. He had a bit of a difficulty in un-strapping it. It fell on to the ground and made a metallic thunk as it hit the ground. Dark shook his mane (Is that the right word?) and bowed his head shaking his head yet again causing the chain to fall from around his neck. He pushed them over behind a rock. “If there is any sign of trouble wake me immediately. In addition, if it gets to rough for you then go farther through the den and you will find a small tunnel I made. Use that to escape.” He told her before he laid down on the ground. His tail moved lightly back and forth, as he slowly fell asleep.

[Anvil]

For the first few minutes of her watching, Lyall watched Dark, watched his tails, watched his soft breathing. She observed the smallest details as he slept. Then, she walked over behind the rocks and looked at the armor and its metallic properties. The equipment seemed to look somewhat heavy, but not entirely. When the armor began to bore her, Lyall looked around in the den. She looked at the walls, the bareness of it. So much could be added to wall. She glanced around to find some dirt and spotted a patch. Lyall dipped her paw into the dirt and walked toward the den walls. She touched the wall, leaving her paw on it long enough so that the paw print would show perfectly. Her plan worked out well when she removed her paw from the wall. Lyall smiled at it. 'Now it's his turn,' Lyall thought to herself, but not meaning it in a loving or romantic way--just a friendly way. She walked to the mouth of the den, watching to see if any predators or enemies came along. There were none. Lyall lay down, but kept alert eyes into the darkness.

[Darkmoon1312]

As Dark slept the first thing to greet him was the usual dreamless void. Blackness surrounded him entirely. If he squinted he could see mountain ranges, rivers with flowing water, and all kinds of dear that could feed thirty or more packs. Then the darkness began to fad away as the moon shined ever brighter. The moon seemed closer than ever before, its silvery light glowed brightly. Everything became clearer and little wolfs came into the picture. One was brown with black patches. The brown wolf guarded itself from the other wolf’s attacks. The brown wolf was getting tired as the attacks kept coming. The other wolf saw this and bit its leg, as it howled in pain it the other wolf delivered the final blow. The last wolf alive was Dark.

Dark awoke looking around wanting to shout. But shook his head in an attempt to calm himself. He looked around remembering the girl he had brought to his den. A paw print on the wall caught his attention and he walked toward it. It was clearly hers. He thought to himself. But how did she do it? He lowered his head using his nose to get his chain off the ground and onto his muzzle. Once on his muzzle he tilted his head back letting it fall around his neck. Looking at his armor Dark decide that he would not put it on for the time being. He walked out of his den to notice that dawn had approached. He looked at her and spoke calmly. “How did you make the mark on the wall? Can you show me?”

[Anvil]

Lyall looked at Dark. "Hey..." Then, she registered what he had asked her. "Oh, that? There's not much to it. Come here." Lyall walked to the patch of dirt she had seen earlier. "Just dip your paw into this patch of dirt. Then, just place your paw on the wall long enough for it to make a perfect picture." She dipped her paw into it to show the male wolf. Then, she placed her paw on the wall some ways away from the first paw print. "You can put yours beside mine."

[Darkmoon1312]

Dark watched as she put her paw on to the small patch of dirt and then placed it against the wall. He walked over to the patch of dirt and firmly pressed his paw onto it. Lifting his paw from the dirt Dark looked over at her to check if he was doing it right. Once he was sure he pressed his paw against the wall. He waited a little bit as she had and decided to press harder onto the wall to just be sure. He slowly removed his paw from the wall. He smiled and his tail wagged as he felt a sense of achievement at seeing his paw print next to hers. “Thanks.” He turned to her as his tail wagged happily. “I believe I don’t know your name. I’m Dark.”

[Anvil]

Suddenly, without realizing it was happening, Lyall's tail was wagging as well. "My name is Lyall." She paused. "Dark... I kind of like that name." She looked over at the wall, where the two paw prints were side by side. The look of it made a give a small smile. "So, Dark," she began, testing out his name in direct address, "where are you from? Are you originally around here?"

[Darkmoon1312]

Dark tilted his head and his tail wagged even more. “Nice to meet you.” He looked her over this time making detailed metal notes. When she asked where he was from Dark looked down and his tail stopped wagging. He shook his head solemnly his voice was barely a whisper. “I-I have no recoletion of where I am from. Nor whom my birth parents are.” He turned around and went to put on his armor. He started to have a regular difficulty with attaching the hooks(straps whatever floats your boat) on. “Care to help?”

[Anvil]

Lyall nodded. "I can help." Lyall at first helped in silence, thinking about what he said. Then, she began to question further, hoping he would not be offended. "So, you don't know anything about your past? I'm really sorry." She paused for a moment. "Do you mind if I tell you my past? If not, that's fine, though."

[Darkmoon1312]

Dark shook his head and sighed. He voice sounded sad and monotonish. “No I don’t remember much of anything. Everything is more of a blur then memory.” He looked at Lyall. “I don’t mind if you tell me your past. In fact I would be happy to hear it.”

[Anvil]

"Thank you, Dark." Lyall began her story. "A long time ago, when I was just a pup, my family, my pack was so great. My parents were the alphas of the pack. They trained me to be the future alpha. As I grew, I learned many things. I learned how to hunt and fight and many more things. I learned how to lead and love. And I loved all of these things. It gave me a purpose for life. Well, my pack was going to Paradise. It felt like the best thing in the world to me. Everything was perfect. We had enough food and water. No fights came our way. Everybody was healthy." Lyall paused for a brief moment, and took a deep breath, trying to hold back upcoming tears. "Then, our life, our lives were ruined. Every single one of our lives were ruined. A human hunter came along. They shot everybody, except for me. The hunter did not do that on purpose. He tried to shoot me, but I ran as fast as I could. He did not hit me at all. From that moment on, I was half blind. I don't know how, though. Maybe the vibration of the gunshots was too effective. I'm not sure if the echos of gunshots could blind me, though. Like I said, I don't know how." The female wolf waited for a longer moment than before. "I know not all humans are like that. Good humans are out there somewhere. I just haven't found them yet." Lyall looked at Dark's face, trying to read his emotions, but her mind was too far into the past to recognize his emotions.

[Darkmoon1312]

Dark listened quietly for her to finish. When she mentioned a human, Dark involuntarily growled. His despise of those two footed creatures with guns ran deep into his soul. His eyes grew cold and unfeeling. “Your wrong. Their evil! Every last on of them. I would say down to their soul, but I’m sure they lack that. They have no sense of honor. They like to make younglings fight to the death just for entertainment! How can you say their not all evil.” He walked around her looking at her with the same expression when they first crossed paths. “They destroy the forests. They hunt our food. They block our waters. They hunt us and kill our young. But of course you know that much. I’ve seen them fight on another just for a place in power.” He shook his head angrily. “No they don’t fight. They kill each other for power. They even kill their own younglings. Is that what you believe to be good?” He asked her.

[Anvil]

Lyall was surprised by Dark's sudden anger. She figured he was a few years younger than herself, but she did not know that he had that much more things to learn about humans. "I do not worship, humans, Dark," Lyall said, "and it is true that I have never seen a kind human, but that does not mean there is not one out there. There are more than a million humans in this world. Yes, the humans I have seen are cruel and selfish, but that does not mean that all humans are like that. None of the things you mentioned are anywhere near considered as good. Those are things done for torture and abuse, and I hate that about humans. I hate the technology they use for murder and suffer. But I know that there are good humans somewhere out there. Some humans even scare me to be quite honest, but that is not going to make me be aware of each step I take where a human could be near by." Lyall paused, collecting her thoughts into appropriate words. "Although, sometimes, I'm not sure what I think about humans."

[Darkmoon1312]

Dark closed his eyes and breathed slowly trying to calm his fury. If a human had been nearby when he was this angry, they would be dead in a matter of seconds. He breathed deeply and opened his eyes. “I want to believe it but… I was…” His vision began to blur as tears started to form. Once again he took a deep breath try to calm himself. “I’ll be outside.” His chain clinked as he turned and walked out of his den. “She doesn’t understand.” Dark muttered to himself as he walked out. He looked up and stared at the sun for as second before he looked back down. “I wish I could join Paradise… But that is long since lost to me.” He lowered his head then raised it and let out a mournful howl.

[Anvil]

Lyall heard the mournful howl produced by Dark. The sound of it made her feel very sad inside. She knew something troubled him, and she wanted to help him so much, but she did not know how she could do that. Then, thoughts occurred to her. She barely knew this wolf and she was already falling for him. To make that worse, he was not even an adult in human years. How could that be happening to her? She knew that she had to act more mature than she had been, and she had to act more like an alpha than a friend. Still, she could not help the way she felt. "Dark..." Lyall whispered quietly, somewhat wishing he could not hear her.