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Go away. A melancholy xweetok, sitting curled up in a neat little ball on a stump glares at you with pale eyes. The light of the moon reflects off them and makes them look white. When you don't move, she turns her head and does her best to ignore you.

Go. Away. she growls, not looking back at you. You don't move an inch, entranced by the cool mist of the night, the sweet aroma that seems to come from the air, despite there being no flowers, watching her back rise and fall gently as she breathes, shining with luminosity. What do you want? she demands.

I'm lost. I- I was hoping you could show me the way out of the woods, you say, feeling that this is not one of the friendlier creatures in the woods that you could have run into.

For the longest time, she appears to have payed no attention to what you have said, still staying curled up in the tight ball as before. You are on the brink of giving up to find your way out on your own when she pulls herself up and shakes herself off. Follow me, she says, and trots off at a brisk pace without even watching to see if you are following.

She ignores all attempts at conversation as you try to follow her. In fact, she slips between the trees like a ghost, so you have trouble chasing her. You are just about to blunder off into the dark forest when a short amused cough sounds behind you, and you whip around and catch a flash of white before she disappears off into the forest again.

Soon, you reach the end of the forest, where the fields begin. She nods and turns to leave. Wait! you cry. I don't know the way from here!

I'm sure you'll find it, she whispered, and her voice, unhindered by annoyance, is like sleek liquid silver. I can't leave the Forest.

You reach to thank her, but she disappears like a wisp of mist, so wholly gone that you wonder whether she was just a dream.

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I made this page awhile ago and now I find that I'm extremely unsatisfied by it, so I got rid of any text or sections I disliked. Which was a lot.

Adorations and Abhorrences


Moonlight
Silence
Aloneness

Interruptions
Big Animals
Bright Daylight

Hale

″Oh, help me," whimpered the small xweetok to no one in particular, "I've fallen and I can't get up."

″That's for sure. How in the world did you wedge yourself between too trees, lying down?" The xweetok jumped at the low voice, twisted her head as far as it would go, and when she didn't see anyone, she began to cry.

″Don't start crying now. The light's fading, and I wouldn't want to be making noise in the forest at night. Not with the creepers and crawlers about." The voice didn't sound particularly sympathetic, and the xweetok shook her head and did her best to muffle her sobs and pull herself up, but only scratched her face with the branches of the overhanging trees and made more racket.

″Then help me!" she snapped finally.

″You should've asked. Lie still." A thin, feminine muzzle came into view above her, making her question whether her rescuer was male or female.

With a jerk and a grunt and much displacement of foliage, the lupe pulled her up. "You okay now?" he asked, for it was clear he rescuer was a he. She nodded fervently, her tears drying, staring transfixed at him.

He was old, that much was clear. His frame was large and long, but hollow, much like one who has seen better, fuller days. He indeed had a long, thin muzzle, that was not feminine, but a result of malnourishment. His fur was scrimpy and scrawny and dirty, so you could barely see the faded pale blue underneath. But his most distinguishing features were definitely his tail, paws and ears.

Bright purple. Purple like they had been dyed. They stood out, shone against the rest of his dirty fur as glossy and unnaturally clean. Perhaps if surrounded by many of the less wild folks, his well groomed purple fur would have appeared less polished, but next to his faded dull blue fur, they positively gleamed.

His eyes were also purple, and the xweetok thought that perhaps twenty years earlier, they would have been bright and piercing as one often thought of enigmatic eyes, but now, twenty years later, they were clouded and pale and milky, much, she thought, like my own.

″Oh, thank you ever so much, sir," she simpered as well as she knew how. "I would have lain there forever if you had not found me."

″Hm. Well, I suppose I'll be going- what?

The xweetok wilted under his withering glare. ″I- um... Big forest... A bit dark..."

″And you don't know the way home," he finished for her. "Huh. Well, good luck with that." He turned to leave.

″Please don't go! My home is just by the big meadow, but I don't know which way the meadow is. If you could just show me the way..." The xweetok peeked up from under her eyelashes.

The lupe stared at her for a long time. Finally, just as the xweetok was considering backing away slowly, he nodded. ″Follow me." He turned with a swish of his tail.

And she followed.

As he trotted briskly through the trees, only stopping once in a while to see if the xweetok was following, she chatted as if they were good friends.

″My name's Ellie. I live in the meadow in the middle of the woods. Wood doesn't let me go into the forest a lot, but when he does, I usually get lost." She stopped and giggled at the thought, oblivious to the annoyance of the lupe. "Like now. But I usually don't get this lost."

″That's nice." The lupe didn't sound remotely amused. He continued at his hurried pace.

″So... What's your name?" Ellie tried again.

The lupe took a breath. "Hale. Come on, we must be going." He nearly sprinted away, leaving the small white xweetok looking confused among the foliage. She hastened to follow.

″Um, and, why- why are your ears and tail and feet, you know, purple?" she cried at him.

Hale stopped so suddenly Ellie nearly crashed headlong into him. "Do you know what red and blue make?" He bared his teeth, and Ellie cowered.

″P-purple?" she squeaked.

″Yeah. My fur is blue, blood is red. It can't be washed out." His ribs inflated like he was taking another deep breath.

Ellie looked up at him with her most innocent face- wide eyes, pouting mouth, slightly wilted ears. "Why do you have blood on you? How?"

″What does it matter? A war! You ever seen war? No? I didn't think so. Why can't you leave me be?" Suddenly Hale's milky eyes seemed fiery, and the forest had gone silent at the sound of his raised voice. He snapped his thin jaws at her, and Ellie could indeed see him, many years ago, young and strong and proud, fighting.

Frightened, she saw he had been a terrifying combatant. His thin jaws could snap between pieces of armor to reach the weak, unprotected parts of the body. His paws were soaked in the blood of his enemies, as he sat down his tail was saturated. He stood on a pile of the bodies of his foes, and he licked the blood from his maw.

He howled to the moon, and as the vision faded, Ellie wasn't sure whether it was the vision or the real lupe before her she had heard.

″My friend," he said, and his voice was soft, broken. "I killed my best friend. I wanted to be a hero, and I killed him. Ambition got in the way of sensible thought.

″I went home, and the war was won, but I had lost. Everything. No one was left. No one who mattered. I was stained by the killing I did, and there was no one left who loved me." A pearly tear trickled down his face.

″Oooh." Ellie's breath came out in a rushed whisper. "I understand. But you're wrong. I love you." The lupe stiffened, as she wrapped her arms around him, then relaxed.

″Thank you. That's a kindness." He looked down at the small child wrapped around him in a rush of affection. "Le's get you home, now."

He pulled away and began to lead her home.

Family

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To be rewritten.

Friends

To be rewritten.

To be rewritten.

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