Starlight {Open}

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Far away
This ship has taken me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

Weather. What a wonderful topic to begin with.
Weather is often seen as boring, nice weather we're having is an ice breaker when all skills of conversation are lost. Just the mention of the word, said in the dreary monotonous voice it's usually stated sends your eyelids drifting shut.
What's REALLY so boring about weather though?
It's untamable, unpredictable and most of all; it can change how you feel about everything.

Unfortunatly, at that very moment, it wasn't very boring at all.
Lightning split the inky black night's sky in two, thunder began to roll in, and wet droplets were beginning to fall from the heavens.
A dark figure padded slowly through the forest, head hung low, shoulder's hunched, outline bearly visible against the dark black and green canvas of the tree's.
She had no reason for going where she was going, and frankly, she had no reason for being where she had been.
She was trying to get away; away from her past, and away from everything she ever cared about.
Leaving it behind.
Although, again, she had no idea where she was getting away too. Her future looked bleak, but she hadn't really thought about it.
She hadn't thought about much since the earthquake actually.
Her mind was messed up, she'd given up trying to sort right from wrong, good from bad.
What was the point, everyone just dies in the end anyway.
The only point to life, was to prance through the good times, enjoying all the good times, then forget all the bad times.
And try again.

She couldn't try again. She already tried trying again. It hadn't worked, it had left her in a crappier situation that last time.
Her mind wasn't really fixed on anything inparticular. The soil and bracken under her pads, the rattle of the branches in the tree's, the cold pattering of raindrops on the tree canopys.

The problem was, she just didn't care anymore.
She didn't care whether she lived or died, either way she was doomed to sadness.
Trapped in unclear and unforseeable circumstances.
Big words for such a simple idea.

The wolf stopped suddenly, coming to the edge of a stream. She closed her eyes, and listened to the slap of rain hit the water, the steady flow of water as it slunk over pebbles in the shallow end.
This was it.
Should she live on her own? Should she spend the rest of her life with a caring pack?
Either way she'd die alone.

Wheya didn't care anymore.

Starlight
I will be chasing a starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore

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In Oberon's fairly short life, he had lost a lot and learned a lot. He had felt very little about most that he had lost, the resentment of losing his mother had woven away through time and it didn't hurt him to think of her anymore. Nothing much hurt him emotionally, he had not experienced hellish trauma as most wolves had.

He was not thinking of this lack of trauma, however. He was thinking of the thunderstorm cracking above him as the raindrops began to splash down onto his ruffled bronze fur. His golden eyes looked more brown in this light- in the darkness of the moody thunderstorms above. Really, he loved thunderstorms. Weather did not affect him as it did most wolves, pathetic fallacy was nothing when you'd given yourself away to time.

He was running because he could, feeling the rain flash through his fur as he made his way towards the edge of Caden's territory. In one swift bound, he landed dead in the middle of the stream and he stopped, looking up as lightning crashed. It made him feel alive and he grinned to the skies.

With another bound, he had crossed into No Man's Land, slowly his speed as he did. He was not afraid, no, he was very rarely afraid, but he was always cautious.

When lightning flashed again, he caught sight of a wolf he had not seen before. A female, odd in her pale and brown pelt but sort of pretty if you liked unique females. He read her body language immediately- she looked lost, hurt and a little empty. He advanced slowly, waiting until the thunder was rumbling only quietly so he could talk without startling her.
"Hello," he said evenly, unsure whether to smile or stay serious. He kept his eyes on her, determining whether she was truly lost or emotionally lost.

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I don't roleplay wheya anymore