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oneladydracor · 12 years ago

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Let Me Come In

Two things in queue before I sleep. This, which is novel related, and another which is personal/Dear someone who is not there. Gonna be asleep. This posted first.

Draekin again, since people seem to rather like my Antagonist. The chapter/Section is titled 'Let Me come in' where in finding his pelt, what it does to him (which is where I think of Darzie and a twist on Cordyceps.) and some expression there. This is only the beginning bit if you'd like to read it~

by and by, many of the Wolf People (being wolves found today, unlike Draekin) have unique speech tendencies over the other People. Maered has trouble with the letter 'Y'. Draekin has no understood speech quirks, aside from being cold.

Draekin had declined, you could say, over a short time. Though it was not in health, for Draekin is rather quite healthy and perhaps one of the most fit of his generation. It is not his intelligence. Draekin is far too keen and quick witted to fail in his mental assessments. But his social abilities had taken a steep dive almost over night.

Maered, fourteen years old, had seen the change in the other boy, physically it seemed. After he had dropped she had remained calm and brought him away from the briars back towards the hollowed tree space. Calling his name repeatedly, slapping his cheeks to try to rouse him, and even using water. Her ears were plastered back against her scalp, pupils dilated. Though all else about her seemed calm in her distress. He just would not wake. The confused and desperate girl tried one last tactic she could think of, trying to give him her breath. He was breathing, but it was labored and strange. She thought she should try. It is about time you found me and took me as you should, we have been apart too long. Away for too long and look what became of me. I rejected me so, despite accepting something about yourself, look what you have done to us.

Grabbing his chin she tilted it up and opened his mouth, she wondered in the back of her mind if this was a lot like kissing. Not that it mattered just then. Mouth pressed to his she blew into him, watching his chest rise. She sat up to take a large breath herself then another to try again, and a third time. There was nothing glamorous about it. Mid way through her third attempt he coughed her air back at her and wriggled angrily, sucking in harsh but larger gulps of air. His normally very clear bottle green eyes looked pale and weirdly orange tinted. They fixed upon Maered, glaring as he seemed to bunch up upon himself, lips peeling back to show his teeth, a gruesome smile. She looked at all of this for only a moment before hugging him around the chest, eyes closed. “I thought ru’ were dead, Draekin!” She growled at him despite the fold of her ears and tightness of her embrace. “What would I have done if ru’ were!” She leaned back enough to give him a rough little shake by his shoulders. “Do not do that to me again!” Her growl was even louder, bringing Draekin’s focus to her entirely.

Who is this girl. I know her but I do not know her. You, we, know her. I am confused. I do not like her right now. Send her away, make her leave I have to rest. I cannot think, make her leave, she needs to leave me ALONE.

He blinked rapidly, shook his head and drew back away from her, glaring sharply. She only stared back at him unmoving. Finally he slumped down, eyes half closing he mumbled something that Maered was willing to see as an apology. So, scooting out of the hole backwards she tried to coax him out. It did not work. He sat there, watching her, listless and dull. Growling under her breath she reached in and hulled him out by the shoulders. “Let’s GO Drae. Need to go home now.” He looked at her and seemed to finally register what she was saying, his expression hardening again though he still said nothing. Instead of getting up he curled up around himself, hiding his face.

Why is she trying, I am tired, I am sick I need to rest. I was broken and now I am whole. I am still damaged. I will come when I am able too, if I even want to. I do not want to, but I do. Stop it, help me, STOP IT, HELP ME. STOPIT, HELPME, STOPITHELPMESTTOPITHELP MEEEEEE!

Maered watched, the fear creeping in that something happened inside him and now he was very sick. She knelt back down and scooted back into the hollow, resting the back of her hand against his forehead, feeling it for fever. Noting nothing she brushed his hair back and looked at his face. He was glaring again. “Ru need to get up Draekin. Get. Up.” She put a firm tone of command in her voice, demanding that he listen to her. She is, after all, the daughter of the Alpha Leader. That seemed to get him to rouse himself though, since he finally started moving. She backed out again, stood up, arms on her hips. He slid out slowly, and stood, rocking back and forth on his feet.

A command? I hear it, command, follow command. Alpha command, leader command. If I follow it will mean returning to home. If I return to home I will prosper. Must return, standing now, standing. Walk, can I walk. I am trying. I am trying. HELP ME.

Finally she ducked under his arm, wrapping her arm around his side and taking hold of the arm over her shoulders. He was taller than her by about a foot, and a good deal heavier. This was not going to be a fun or easy walk, but she needed to get him home. “We are going.” She said and gave a jarring pull, stepping off towards where they needed to go. Draekin fumbled his steps a moment, but managed to walk with her. She already felt tired, but did not want to leave him behind. In a sense of delirium Draekin started talking, speaking about dreams and the monster that was him. Maered did not comment much. This was going to be a very long walk, the would not make it before darkness.

Hours passed into years. Draekin had recovered when brought back home, spending a week in bed. Sicero still had no real care for the boy, but it seemed that Maered did. She spent a lot of time with him while he healed, hanging around his house, talking to his younger brother and helping his parents. Snakefather and Elkmother rather liked Maered, finding her to be a very polite though strong willed young lady. That’s what could be expected from an Alpha figures children though. When Draekin was finally able to get up and around on his own she stopped coming by. Perhaps she thought that he would not remember her being around him while he was not entirely in control of himself. Maybe she was simply afraid. Both of those reasons are wrong though. Draekin did remember though. He found that he remembered almost nothing else. Barely that his mother and father were there, taking care of him. They are mother and father right? He remembers a little boy that came in sometimes. That is brother. He knows that nights and days have passed. It has been a week. He does remember that Maered was there. She brought us home. She stopped the pain. He remembers that she spoke to him, and sang him songs. She said ‘I love you, Draekin.’ Though he did not trust himself to know if that was the truth. The wolf of him was telling him these things. It was far more alert than he. But it seemed to be taking things away. Maered did not fear, which would be the death of her one day perhaps. Taking him home she hid them from a hunting saber cat. While the Animagi could speak with animals, there was still a predator-prey relationship. The saber toothed cats would attack and even eat Animagi if they could catch them, when they felt hungry enough. Saber Cat Animagi would sometimes fight with them, as each Animagi would of its own species type. That was the life of Animagi.

Draekin woke up changed. In his small coma he had grown taller. Already larger than many of his peers he now towered. He did not remember his Mother and Father well, he had no regard at all for his little brother. Though he stayed in the house with them he was insistent on feeding himself, clothing himself, and spending little time with others. For the most part, after he seemed to have recovered they accepted this. But in the one lesson they were still taking others questioned him. A curious Salamandergirl strut up to him, her bronze eyes running over him in his new pelt. Crouched as he was, walking mostly on all fours she seemed larger. She is judging Us. The lupine face pulled down over his own human like one, so only his green eyes shone out through it, and his sharper teeth showed when he lifted his head. You would be wiser to walk away. “Finally found yourself huh? Took you quite a while.” Who are you to say this to us! She was not impolite, but sounded mocking to Draekin. Especially the manner with which she looked at him. His body tensed, swaying side to side in the slightest of twitches. Useless amphibian, you will pay for your remarks. BITE HER. He found that he did not have time to deal with such things, with the younger folks who do not think before they speak. And that is just how he saw her, as a younger and more inferior creature despite being the same age as himself. It was little thought that brought him from the crouch to the balls of his feet. Soaring in height above her his lips broke into a very loud kind of smile. The type that said he was not happy for you, but because of something you had done for him. Draekin’s arm shot out, striking her face with an open palm that sent her sprawling, light as some twig. NO! Bite her Draekin! Rend her Flesh! The voice in the back of his head was small, and he could easily ignore it though he agreed with some of what it said. It scared him, distantly, that his mind was whispering for her to be hurt. The thought had never come to him before despite his distance from them. All of the others, their peers, collected around them turned at the sound of the slap. Look at their faces. They are starting to see us for what we are! Shocked, several backed away while others stood stunned as though he had struck them too. The salamander girl’s large eyes fluttered quickly, gazing up at him, a red stain darkening her fairly pale skin across her cheek. Draekin did not recoil from her venomous look. Stare back! We meant it! He stared back, his eyes half hooded giving him a bored, deadpanned expression. She is to easy to hurt, she is boring. He found too that he was bored. There was nothing impressive about this girl. There was nothing that scared him. He folded his hands over his chest, knuckles white, and said only one thing. “Yes.” She leered for a moment longed, licking her lips before slithering away from him, and getting a hand up from someone else. Try us little belly crawler, TRY US! Still Draekin’s eyes followed her. Daring her to say another thing to him. He would not back down. Nothing would make him back down ever again. This, he promised himself.

After this first incident happened he sought out Maered to speak to her. He did not know why he had bothered to, the fourteen year old girl had no obligations to him. No reason for him to go to her. But he did. Following her scent away to where she was working, since his age range was having a lesson. He came up to her and started working along side her, pulling up weeds amid the rows of young strawberry plants. Neither spoke, which, in his mind, was perfectly okay. But he was not there just to seek her quiet company. The back of his head seemed strangely quiet now. Some minutes later he finally chose to break the silence. “I slapped Zamiy.” he paused, watching from the corner of his eye to see how she might respond to that. “And I did not care. She deserved it.” He continued to pull weeds, saying nothing more. A cold minute of silence stretched between them, finally Maered looked at him properly “Why did you slap her?” Draekin wondered at her thoughts, she did not start to rail on him for striking her. She did not condemn him or seem to hate him. “Mocking tone about my pelt.” was all he said, this time not lifting his eyes from the soil. He could nearly hear her brain working to consider this, possibly picturing what may have been going on. The fact that it took her some time to reply did not bother him, though he could be more impatient with others. “That is ok then. Ru’ were sticking up for ruself.” That was her logic. He did not need to justify further, and she felt that if he was being picked at that it was perfectly okay. Why should there be complications?

That was the firs time of many that Draekin went to Maered, talking about different things that he felt he should possibly worry about. In some cases he felt justified, and she agreed. In others she told him why she saw that it was wrong and why. Rarely did he ever apologize though. To him there was never a need too, and it became this belief that he was a higher creature and did not owe anyone else some kind of reconciliation. There were few that he sought attention from, and that number became less and less as time went on. Maered was important to him, and while his respect for others declined, the respect for her grew stronger. Of all opinions he valued hers the most. Even about her father, Mordacai. With Maered, he was not entirely sure of himself. But the most important thing to him was that she had not turned him away. She never did. The young wolfman had done a lot of thinking. While incapable, he thought, of actually loving anyone he has come to feel what he believes to be love, for Maered. Over the years his love for Snakefather and Elkmother had dwindled too, though he still saw them as family it was a sentimental sort of attachment that he could sever. It was this one thing that vexed Draekin. Maered kept him on his toes and he was not sure what she thought of him in return. Teasing just as much as serious or scornful with him. Finally, the not so wayward youth asked her what she thought of him…

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