til death do part //Caecus only

[AMITY]

. . AMITY

((ooc: I'm sure you'll all entertain me. but Moo only! -shields her away-))

what a fitting setting for one such as her. yet it was so unlike her to even be around the mere mention of death. the air was thick, smelt so horrid...of...of death. was there any other word for it? the death of long ago, their voices that should be lost and forgotten on the wind were so clear to her. at times she could vividly see their forms lurking out of the corner of her eye, mocking her, stalking her, following her every movement.
I can't help you! Leave me alone! she would often cry out, before breaking down into a shaking fit. there was just nowhere to run. even the most cheerful of places had death's scent, so why this morbid place did she trend on? the she-wolf was utterly lost. plain and simple. she merely wandered, not even trusting her own legs to carry her to safety. where she arrived she made do with until she found the strength to march forward once again.

and she didn't have much strength left.
despite the eerie aura of this place, the way her fur prickled uneasily with every step she took and the feeling of being watched every moment of every second...she would not be leaving this wasteland until she rested. but where? she blindly went forward, ignoring the bumps along the ground. bones. corpses. she was stepping on bodies, buried below the earth. a few stuck out here and there. whether she chose to acknowledge them...it was unknown. best if she did not properly look down.
there was nowhere...just nowhere fit for a creature of the living to rest. the ground was hard, no vegetation grew that didn't prickle her paw pads. no water...unless you counted the liquid coming from the remains of any deceased body. she saw nothing for her here. the whispering souls did not cease. they nagged her restlessly, trailing after her. no escape...can't do anything about it...just ignore, ignore, ignore...

but she couldn't ignore.

she never ignored them. she feared them. yes, they couldn't harm her physically, but they mentally harmed her. they twisted her mind around, warping her reality. sometimes she saw them, but at times she saw nothing at all. her mind playing tricks on her, made up by her frustrations and paranoia. it only increased here, in this wasteland of death. all she saw was the despair of the afterlife. ghostly bodies in the distance, some coming closer and closer, mouths ajar, always no sound escaping them. just a quiet wail.
the she-wolf backed away at the approaching spirits, multi-colored eyes wide in fear. she turned to the right, only to be faced with another apparation. she let out a wail of her own, collapsing to the ground and burying her muzzle in her paws.
oh no, no no no she cried inwardly. not again.

[c a e c u s `]

Yes, though it seemed that the wastelands were the least favorite place of poor Amity, Caecus felt quite at home here. All of the bones could speak to him, tell him about their plights, their journey to death. That's what they all were traveling to, anyway. Life was just a one-way street to death. A morbid thought? Perhaps, but Caecus couldn't see life as anything more. Because of what he sees of life after death, he wasn't truly afraid to die anymore. The only thing he feared was the probable pain. He wasn't very good with pain -- well, no wolf was truly okay with it, but some had the ability to put their minds elsewhere and forget about it. Caecus, unfortunately, wasn't quite like that. He couldn't put his mind anywhere else but on what was happening at that particular moment.

Blind eyes scoured the area, and as his eyes caught the gazes of ghosts, he gave a quiet nod to them. They all seemed to nod back. They knew who he was. He had spoken with each and every one of these ghosts at least once, and they tended to not bother him too much anymore. They used to try to haunt him and scare the living daylights out of him, sure, but he had shown his control over them. He was their master. He was a ghost-seer. He would not let them get the better of him. The wolf's muzzle lifted up to the sky, wondering if it was night or day. His eyes could only see the dead, never the living...

A sound from his right made him whirl around. His tail was lifted into the air. He inhaled -- the scent was female. That was all he knew, and more than likely, it was all he would ever be able to know. Just the gender, nothing more. It was a sad, sorry life he lived, being blind. He was surprised that he didn't bump into things half the time...Another scent filled his nostrils, almost making him cough. The scent of pure fear. It was a horrid odor that seeped from the very pores of this poor female. Caecus blinked blankly before walking over to where the scent was coming from.

Maybe he was too far away from her, maybe he was too close to her, he had no idea, but he tilted his head and leaned in a bit anyway. "Who are you?" he asked quietly. He wasn't trying to sound accusatory. In fact, his tone was laced with gentleness that normally he wouldn't allow himself to show.

[AMITY]

. . AMITY

the presence of others did naught but only agitate her more. too far gone in the mind to realize what was real and what was unreal, or in this case; what was dead or alive, the femme had cast herself into a tight insanity driven shell. nothing was real. nothing was alive. not for her, never for her. other beasts tended to ignore her mutterings, even her own kind shunned her. strange as it was in this strange land of wolves possessing powers similar to her own. but she was unaware that her abilities were possessed among others. the little group of primitive wolves did not use their elemental powers that she grew up with. she had been the only one born in seasons, years even, that possessed a ghost element. and that was reason enough, even with their little knowledge of the powers they had, to shun her. so she received no help along the way. a wolf would could see the dead was an omen. an omen best left alone in her omen ridden world. they thought her insane. their thoughts drove her further to insanity.

"Who are you?"
Amity sniffed, refusing to open her eyes. in the darkness of her own mind...at least she was safe from seeing those accusing faces. dead, dead, dead. they were dead and yet they wanted something. what could she do? just because she could see them. like she wanted that ability in the first place... why couldn't she walk on water so gracefully like her lovely mother? no, she had to be suck with such a horrible power. it wasn't even a power. who would want this?!

W...What kind of question is that? I'm who I am, of course! Hahhah...I'm me! I'm me! Me, me, me, me! she could have laughed. laughed and laughed so loudly. but no. that could provoke the spirits. she didn't really know what could happen. they harassed her, but...what if they could physically hurt her? ahhh, the fear of the dead and death even lingered to nature itself. not just Man. for a ghostie, you sure have hot breath! Amity thought, grinning widely into her paws. well, if you can't make fun of the most serious situations...you may as well put a bullet to your head.

but...but wait. ghosts didn't have hot breath. they were cold. so very, very cold. and they didn't sound like anything, either. she heard footsteps. ghosties glided, somewhat. they didn't make any noise as they approached. and their voices echoed. it didn't even seem like they talked. they talked into your mind. if that made any sense.
so...if this wasn't a ghost or spirit...
the she-wolf looked up, opening her eyes widely as she stared into the face of a living wolf. and...whattheheckwaswiththeeyes?!
"Ahhhh!" she yelped, bolting to all fours at once. she moved backward from the living wolf with abnormal glowing eyes, staring at them with her own wide eyes. this was doing nothing for her messed up warped reality. but it was Amity after all, she was indeed strange and mingled with many complex emotions. she knew this stranger was...real (so she thought somewhat). he had a solid form and body heat unlike the spirits surrounding her constantly. though his eyes reminded her of the dead, she welcomed the living in any way possible. "A...Amity." she mumbled.