Stay with me {OPEN}

[Poison Arrow]

*What is happening HERE?*
*Something's going on that's not quite CLEAR*

She had agreed. Sort of. Well, it solved the problem of putting Swift's plan into action - he would normally follow Poison Arrow to the ends of the Earth and back again and execute any order, agree with any decision. Well, he had a mind of his own, of course, but he was incredibly loyal. So it would still be a little strange, perhaps, for the Pack to see their laid-back Beta and sensible Alpha fight, but at least now the two had an excuse. Stryke. She was perfect.
Perfect for what?
Shut up!

He stood, slowly, stretching his long legs and back and letting his tail fan out over his body. Poison Arrow shook out his ruff, trying to appear as laid-back as possible, despite the imminent feeling of dread creeping into his heart - now that it was about to happen, he suddenly realised just how many things could go wrong... If Swift missed his cue; if Stryke told somewolf; if he was caught before he could double-double cross them; if he was found, and tortured, and it was all Poison Arrow's fault...
I need some air.
"Umm, come on then..." He glanced at the sky, more for somewhere else to look than actually checking the time. "We'd better get going. We're not far from Camp, but I'd rather walk... I need time to think."

How much weakness was he showing with those words? She was so immaculate, so impassible, so impossibly composed all the time that it couldn't possibly be real. It was a mask. For a moment, when she was close, he was sure she was about to drop it. Trust. Why shouldn't she trust him? Why should she?
Why did it hurt him so when she didn't?

~Somebody turn on the LIGHT~
~We're gonna' have a PARTY~
~It's starting TONIGHT~

*&335!

~Poison Arrow

{End of thread? ^^ }

[Nimara]

Everything I love
Was made of porcelain,
Ready to break.

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He stood and shook out his fur, bright sapphire eyes watching him closely. You shouldn't be here... Stryke stiffened at the echoed words in her head, uncannily reminiscent to Scarlet's melodic voice. You are a creature of loneliness and misery. A pack will do nothing but ruin you. No. No, a pack would heal her. Make her whole again. Take away the pain of her past and give her something to live for. That's what a pack would do. Right...?

"Umm, come on then... We'd better get going. We're not far from Camp, but I'd rather walk... I need time to think." Stryke nodded at Poison's words, stepping forward to follow him closely. For some reason, she found this male growing to be her point of strength. He was a stranger true, but here he was offering her a home and a family. Granted, said family might not except her right off, but surely she would be able to find her own place in this new world? It was time to move on, to let go. No... No I can't... The femme paused, looking back over her shoulder at the trees. They stood there, resolute and unwavering. Always strong. Always together. Like a pack of wolves which leaned upon one another, these trees were connected in ways the young fae couldn't understand. Their bond went deeper than their latticework of roots and limbs, it was in their very make. The design which they all shared. It was in their heart wood. This forest was alive and steadfast. It was strong and healthy as it always had been.

"Tok! Tok!!" Stryke's bright eyes turned upward to see the dark form of a raven flying overhead, a seed clutched greedily in its beak. A single seed. A single tree. And out of that tree would come a great expanse of growth and life. That seed might start another forest somewhere, perhaps across oceans and mountains. But to complete its task, it would first have to leave behind its old home. Leave the mother-tree and its own way, its own patch of dirt. I have to move on now... The young she-wolf turned back toward the retreating male, trotting to catch up with him. As her pace slowed back to a steady walk, she glanced back once again. The boughs of the trees waved slowly in a gentle breeze and it was as if they were saying farewell. Her old world was saying farewell. Stryke recast her gaze in front of her, walking close to Poison Arrow's side both for guidance and for comfort. She was moving on in order to follow him, and though she could not know this yet, that small fact was creating no small bond.

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But the bright, staggering light,
It anxiously waits inside.
Like nesting dolls, the secret hides.

((OOC: Sorry it took me so long to reply >.< I was busy with some family stuff for a couple days. And yes end of thread!! *gets ready to throw the plan into action* ))