Wings of dark pasts (Damien and kmin66)

[damien]

Damien decided to do some flying over the green fields of Gorotsuki Riku. He looked around to see if he could perhaps find anyone he could talk to or just fly or run with. After the incident that left him without a pack, he enjoyed just being able to meet other wolves as long as they were nice. He loved exploring to try and find a pack to fit in or another nice wolf. He hoped there was one nearby.

[kmin66]

Rævon glided through the clouds, using his dark fur to protect his identity. Not that I have one, he thought. Ever since Shykeira... died...Siz bitene, mənim özünü bitti. This was a phrase meaning "You are gone, my self is gone," in his native language. How could they have thought he killed her? He attempted to shake it off, forget, but the tears kept coming. Only then did he notice the other wolf, flying. Could it be? Another like him? He broke into a sprint-fly-thingy, not sure what else to call it, and flapped as fast as he could toward the other wolf."Salam, salam canavar, mən sizin arxasında am!" he yelled. Coming up close to the other wolf, he said, "Salam, digər canavar. I Rævon kimi tanınan edirəm. Biz aşağı oturmaq və danışmaq olar?" Suddenly, he realized that the wolf might not have a clue what he was saying. He repeated it, slowly though, in the native's languange. "Hello, other wolf. I am known as Rævon. Can we... sit down... and... speak? He was panting hard. He knew he had to land soon. Qeyz və yanğın üzrə bad-nəfəs, he mentally cursed. "I... must..." he stopped to cough.Unable to finish his sentence, said, "Follow! Please!" and dove toward the ground.

[damien]

Damien noticed the despiration in this new wolf, Raevon's voice and noticed how tired he seemed. He headed toward the ground as fast as he could to try to help Raevon land. He only hoped he was fast enough and strong enough to help him out. He'd be glad to talk to him, but first he had to make sure he was alright.

[kmin66]

Rævon landed, and sat for a few moments, panting. He turned to the other wolf. "Mənim üzr ist- ah, my apologies. Can I be of service?" He wondered how the new wolf would respond. Would he think Rævon was crazy?

[damien]

Damien landed near Raevon glad he landed safely. He was a bit confused of the question, though. "Well, you don't have to apologize for falling like that if you're tired. As for being of service, what exactly do you mean? You don't really owe me for anything and I don't exactly want you to feel like you do. However, I'd like to know why you were flying so long?"

[kmin66]

Rævon thought for a few moments, then replied, "As for your first question, it is a traditional greeting from the land I hail from, GiSyan. Everyone there is very... work-oriented. In fact, pups are taught to begin work as soon as they can see and hear. If you are under the age of 4 years old, you provide service to your elders. Your second question is... harder. See, as I mentioned, the society I came from was completely workaholic. I do not know the translation for this word into your language, but "oynayan" ((Ooc: it means playing)), doing a thing that is not work, having a happy time, was forbidden, and the word was considered a swear word. I didn't like this idea of how society should work; so that is the first reason I ran away. The second, well... my pack was somehow convinced that... well, one day, my sister was found dead. And when there was a... judgement day, the other side, they won. So I was convicted to be reminded of my crime by every wolf I met. That was the only thing anyone would say to me- 'You killed her.' 'You killed Shykiera.' 'I thought you were a kind older brother, but you turned traitor.' I couldn't take it- so I ran. I ran from everything I kknew, everything I thought I loved, and that is the answer to your question. I fleww across an ocean, across miles of tundra, and then I saw you. The fact that there was a second uçak-canavar where I was going, wherever that was... gave me... ümid, or in your tounge, I believe it is... hope. So I sprinted up beside you, and that just winded me enough that I had to land. This is my life story." Rævon couldn't believe that he had just entrusted all of this information to a random wolf. "Did I bore you? My apologies." He wondered if the other wolf would take up the cry. Will he tell me that I killed my sister, that I am a heartless, cruel murderer, that I am nothing but a black, soulless piece of a void... or possibly, maybe, that I should have ümid, that their was a life to be lived? It was almost too much to even think about. It would never happen. He was nothing, soulless, pure evil... Suddenly, Rævon started to cry. "I am sorry for burdening you with this. Please accept my humble apologies. I cry for my lost soulmate, Shykiera, whom I did not kill. I am innocent!" He ended with a howl.

[damien]

"I know you are," Damien said. "I trust you very much and I can tell you are not evil enough to kill. I'm sorry about what happened in your pack. I wasn't any better off, though. You see, the reason I'm alone is because my pack trusted a loner who looked hurt and said he wanted to be a part of our pack. He turned out to be a lier and killed everyone in my pack but me. I've been hunting for him for a while now as well as a new pack to join. I've also just been exploring for the heck of it."

[kmin66]

"The... Heckovit? What is that? Is it a society, or a union, or something?" Rævon was quite confused. What on earth was a heckovit? "Is this Heckovit a pack, or another word for öndər- ah, leader? Is it-or qiz or Kïśi- someone I need to fear?"

((Ooc: Sorry about shortness!))

[damien]

Damien laughed a bit at Raevon's reaction. "No, no. I meant that I've been exploring just for the sake of exploring. Heck of it means the fun or sake of something. Like no real reason, if you will. Sorry if I confused you. I'm glad we could meet each other, though. You seem very nice."