Blinded Rejection

Mai_able

Mai_able

Forest Faerie
Blinded

Trigger Warning
If scenes or mentions of abuse cause you to trigger emotionally this is not the roleplay for you. And I politely ask that you Do not continue for the safety of your health.



Name: Ayame Lupita Ruelle
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Eyes: Clear blue, or white, glazed-over
Hair: Midnight black, with hints of white
Frame: Slim figure, a little thin but shapely, clear curved usually hidden by baggy clothes
Personality: Shy, Skiddish, Extremely Introverted
History: Ayame was born to the Litha Moon Pack. Much to her family's disdain, she was born blind. She could not see but could sense her surroundings and other peoples aura's. She was the Beta's daughter, during the war between their pack and a stray rouge pack her parent's had died. Her elder brothers blamed her for their deaths and took out their anger and hate on her. Countless abuse, and pain she suffered not just from them but from the entire pack.

Plot:
Ayame is mated to the Alpha of her pack, she is rejected and then forcefully unbounded with him which leaves her at near death. She runs away after a traumatic event takes place between them and ends up half-dead at the lake of another pack. Ayame is a white wolf, but because she is blind she was rejected by her own pack.
YC can be her new mate in the pack she stumbles upon or anyone you want to be.
I put R maybe because 1. the bonding scenes and 2. the trigger warnings.


Name: Morgan last name unknown
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Eyes: Grey
Hair Color: Red
Frame: Athletic, trim, little more than muscle due to living wild, a few nasty scars on her body
Personality: Wary, aggressive, feral at times, protective toward those who are no threat to her or what she claims as hers
History: Morgan was born to a small pack in the mountains. It was a hard life, but the small pack prospered. From a young age, she learned how to hunt and live off the land. When she was 6 her pack was slaughtered by a larger one who wanted their hunting grounds. Alone, Morgan managed to escape the other pack's wrath and found herself wondering the mountains. Aimless, cold, hungry, and packless, Morgan resorted to using her wolf and it's instincts to survive. Now, many years later, Morgan is hard-pressed to remember what humanity is. She had never settled into one area and has wandered through the wilds, avoiding humanity and other packs out of fear for what they will do to her.
 
The next morning came like a blur to her, she could barely move, her body in an amount of pain that was abnormal even for her. No one came to see her that morning, for that she was grateful. She didn't bother getting up that morning, there was no will she had to move. The next few days passed the same, occasionally someone would open the door to see if she was there and yell at her for being useless, she could barely move away from their hands and had no energy to fight. She was tired of this place, would anyone even notice if she left? It wasn't like anyone wanted her in the pack, to begin with. Running away and dying in the wild seemed a better death than by her hands. She had no ties to the pack, her own mate had rejected her. Ayame had no idea how many days had passed since her birthday, between her swollen eye and fading in and out of consciousness she hadn't kept track with notches in the wall.

Ayame decided that she would run, there was nothing for her here. Forcing her body to move she got up, her legs were in agony but she knew she had to move. Her wolf had been all but silent since that day. Opening the door to her room she listened, the packhouse was silent. They just have gone hunting, which meant it had been around a week since her birthday. She held onto the wall and shuffled her way to the stairs, holding onto the railing Ayame use her feet as her guide dow the stairs. Not being able to sense anything scared her, but she had lived with this sickness since birth she would manage.

She shuffled her way through the packhouse using her hands to guide her, occasionally bumping into the chairs and tables that surrounded the area. When she finally felt the smooth mahogany of the front door she turned the knob and the feeling of sunlight hit her, she hadn't felt the sun in a long time. Holding her arms out in front of her she walked out of the packhouse and made her way far away from her old life, not bothering to look back.

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Ayame had been walking for what seemed like forever to her. She had managed not to hurt herself too much in the forest. The sound of leaves and the crunch between her bare feet helped her move through the forest without bumping into that many trees. It was like an echo-location radar for her. Ayame was growing tired, she was hungry, thirsty, and the pain from her body was causing every move to make her muscles ache. She wondered if anyone had noticed she left, though she doubted it. Her ears tuned in on the sound of water, a river perhaps?

Ayame stumbled her way towards the river until the sound grew louder, she knelt on the ground and used her hands to find her way until she felt the cool of liquid between her fingers. She cupped her hands scooping water into her mouth greedily. She felt like crying, maybe, for now, she could stop and rest a bit. After taking a few more gulps of clean water she laid in the grass and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.
 
Morgan stared out from her post beneath the bramble bush at the fat rabbit mere feet away. Her sharp nose had picked up it's scent only a few minutes ago and she had trailed it to this little patch of clover. Here it sat, ignorant of the beast not so far away and downwind. Morgan felt the knowing hunger in her stomach. When had her last meal been? Yesterday night. She remembered now. A scrawny young deer had been unfortunate enough to stray from it's mother's side and cross her path. Shoving all thought of the deer aside, Morgan focused on her pray. Slowly, almost in freeze frame, she gathered all four paws beneath her. The brambles shifted, causing the rabbit's head to shoot up, ears alert and swiveling. Morgan didn't give it a chance and sprang from her hiding spot.

With a snarl from her, the tiny beast was off and running. Morgan chased it and snapped it up easily. One quick bite, and the bunny's life was ended. As a child, that little fact might've bothered her. Now, it meant little. The rabbit was food, just as so many other creatures had been over the years. With blood coating her muzzle, Morgan trotted lazily toward the river where she had spent the night. She would eat, drink, and then move on. There was another pack near here. She had smelled their musky scent all over the place. If any of them ever found the stray red wolf in their territory, they might very well kill her. That was a risk she was not willing to take.

As she neared the river, Morgan caught a new scent. Freezing with one paw lifted to either step forward or flee, she sniffed the air. The smell was that of a human mixed with the musky scent of a wolf. It was one of her kind. That brought back memories of blood, ferocious snarls, and the pained cries of those she had once called her family as they died. Morgan's head lowered and her ears went back as a low angry growl rumbled up from her chest. Was her refuge compromised? Had the pack found her? She growled again at that thought. The fur along her back stood straight up and her tail lashed back and forth unhappily. The wolf in her immediately went to work, evaluating her options. There weren't many. She could investigate, or flee.

Investigating brought danger. The wolf could be hostile, or have others with it that were not upwind of where she currently stood. Both of those would lead to a fight. Morgan knew she could be hurt, or killed if she got into a fight, but she didn't like the idea of fleeing any better. If she fled, she would have to drop her kill. Carrying it would leave a heavier scent trail of blood and death, making her easier to track. It also rubbed her the wrong way to turn tail on a threat like a coward. Morgan went back and forth for a moment before deciding to check the place out. If it was only one wolf, she would take her chances.

With her decision made, Morgan dropped the bunny and prowled toward the river. She stayed low, her belly almost rubbing along the grass as she moved from shadow to shadow, and bush to bush. Soon enough she spotted the stranger laying on the bank of the river. Pausing beneath some flowering bush Morgan had no name for, she examined the woman. She was young, close to her own age with dark hair. This wolf was thin, not particularly built in the muscle department, and had already been knocked around a bit. Easy prey, Morgan's inner wolf told her. Still, she held back, eyes narrowed in thought. This wolf had been beaten, but by whom? The local pack perhaps? Did that mean this one was a stray as well? Morgan sniffed again, and bared her teeth in a silent snarl. No, she recognized the scent of the pack on her.

Morgan's eyes trailed over the area, seeking others. Surely the pack wouldn't let one of their own stray so far alone. It would be dangerous, especially if that one was already injured and prone to just sleeping out int he open. As far as Morgan could tell, the woman was unaware of her presence and alone. Morgan licked her lips, considering. She could kill her, but that would bring the pack down on her. She had no pack. She would die. Annoyed, Morgan lifted a paw, ready to turn, gather her rabbit and leave, but something made her pause. It was a thought, a human one at that. If the girl had a pack, why had she been beaten? Wouldn't her family have protected her?

Morgan thought back to her own family and remembered the way her mother had turned back to face those that threatened her, buying a very young Morgan the time she needed to get away. Was this woman also running from something? Had her pack been attacked and she had fled? Morgan couldn't remember hearing any howls last night, nor had she smelled blood. Annoyed and confused, Morgan huffed at herself, and settled in to watch the woman to see if anyone else came for her. If the pack came, it would be dangerous for her, but if the girl had been attacked and run, that was a different story and something Morgan would consider later.
 
Ayame's sleep was tormented by the scenes of her life at the Backhouse, claws tearing at her skin from the shadows. And the darkness, always the darkness. She wished she hadn't been born blind, to see the sunlight, or animals. To even have seen her parents face once would have been enough. A few hours had passed before she woke. She had tossed and turned herself into a wet patch of grass, the moist feeling on her face cause her to wake. Her eyes opened slowly, the clear blueish-white of them moving around searching for something to focus on. Using her hands she pushed herself into a sitting position.

Ayame's hands moved clumsily against the grass, she was looking for the river trying to guide her way there. She turned herself when she felt the cool water and sighed. She let the water run through her fingertips before moving her head to listen t her surroundings. She heard birds, the running water from the river, and a light breathing. Lifting her nose in the air she smelled wolf, she froze. Ayame's skin tingled, was it her pack? Had her brothers come to drag her back, had they finally noticed she ran away. Why would they come looking for her? She was no use to them. She lowered her head, she felt small.

Her eye was too swollen to see anyone aura's properly, she looked around frantically, she needed something to confirm the light breathing sound. Ayame was scared, she felt like prey. "W-who's there?" Her voice was small, raspy and weak. The toll of not talking for quite some time had taken effect, she looked in a random direction hoping he was facing whatever had come for her. She looked like a wild frightened child, she gripped the ground under her digging her nails into the dirt. Whatever was there she would face her fate bravely. Ayame was packless, defenseless and weak coming to this conclusion only made her anxious.
 
Morgan didn't have to wait very long. Her hunt had kept her occupied for much of the morning. Now as she watched the woman finally roused herself from a restless sleep. Morgan's ears perked up as she watched the wolf scramble around. Her instincts warned her that there was something very wrong with this wolf. It didn't move like any other creature she had ever seen. She sort of floundered and groped around with her hands until her fingers hit water. That seemed to calm the woman down, and yet, it didn't last. She heard the woman sniff at the air, no doubt catching her scent. As Morgan watched, the woman froze for a heart beat or two, and then lowered her head, making herself smaller and less appealing target.

Morgan felt her lips pull back at that. The woman was trying to appear weak. She knew better. Werewolves were not weak. Even as a child, Morgan had battled the odds with her wolf's aid and lived in the harsh environment that had been her mountain home. Again her wolf screamed that this was a trap, making her growl softly in warning. Weather it was in response to her growl, or just because the woman was already panicking, Morgan heard the woman's heartbeat pick up. The smell of fear filled the area, think and potent, dragging the predatory need to hunt and kill up. Only the thought that things could go very wrong very quickly kept her need to remove the pitiful creature from existence in check.

As she watched, the woman looked in every direction but hers then seemed to pick one that was slightly to Morgan's left, calling out in a very weak and raspy voice. It was there than Morgan noticed the woman's eyes. More than the color, she noticed the way they failed to respond to light or even to lock onto anything. To test her theory, Morgan moved slowly, cautiously toward the woman on soundless paws. When she got no response, She paused again, head tilted slightly in thought. The human in her recognized the woman's problem and pitied her for it. The wolf on the other hand, wasn't sure what to make of it. For a moment, she did nothing more than watch the woman dig into the earth, aware that with a handicap such as hers, the woman was of no threat to her. Morgan wouldn't even have to try very hard to put this woman down.

That put a whole new spin on the bruising Morgan could see. Had the woman been forcibly chased from her pack? If so, Morgan knew the woman's odds of survival were low. A blind wolf couldn't hunt pray so well. It might have been a mercy just to end her life. Still, compassion touched Morgan's heart for the helpless woman trying so hard not to be afraid. For that reason, she crept closer, deliberately scuffing her paws over the grass a bit to make noise and alert the woman that she was approaching. Once she was close enough, Morgan whined softly and gently nudged the woman's hand with her nose. Even with that rare sign of compassion, Morgan's eyes remained watchful, and her ears kept on the move, listening for anything that could possibly be a danger to her. She would not allow this pitiful thing to distract her.
 
Hearing the scuffed sound of paws run over blades of grass her head jerked in the direction she thought it came from. Her fear was causing her sense to confuse themselves. Her heart was beating much too loud in her chest for her to focus where the sound was coming from. Ayame could only hear that the sound was getting closer to her, the smell of wolf only getting stronger. Was her brother Liam here for her? Was it some crazed rouge there to kill her, she knew all to well the smell of her pack was still fresh on her.

When she heard a soft whine feeling the wet touch of a wolf's nose against her hand she whipped her head in that direction. "A-are you h-here to take me b-back?" Ayame fumbled over her words, she slowly drew her hand away, she was too afraid to move. Had they sent someone to fetch her? Ayame was curious as to why the were-person didn't just shift. But, maybe it was for the best.

Ayame bit her lip and pulled her hand to her chest, she felt defeated. All those hours, maybe days spent walking through the forest alone only to be caught and dragged back. Her face scrunched up and she hung her head, she felt like crying but there were no tears. When was the last time she cried?

Ayame considered begging the person to not take her back, maybe they would say she was found dead. "P-please don't m-make me go b-back." Her voice cracked, she clenched her palm tight nearly drawing blood. What if it was a wolf from another pack, she was alone. They could consider her a rouge and kill her on the spot. Ayame felt hopeless and thought 'was this how she died?'
 
Morgan cocked her head to the side again as she processed the woman's words. While it had been a very long time since she had dared to interact with another creature, she still understood english well enough that it was obvious something about the pack terrified the woman. Something that was confirmed a moment later when she begged Morgan not to take her back. Morgan took a seat, thinking hard. She was not affiliated with the woman's pack, and to take her back might very well be a death sentence for them both. On the flip side of that coin, leaving the woman alone out here would be a a slow death. It would be better for Morgan to just kill her. Her wolf agreed with that line of thinking. The human didn't want to kill her.

Time could change many things, Morgan knew. She had grown strong in her isolation. She and her wolf were almost one creature. It was possible that, in time, the weak, childlike wold she was looking at could become a force of her own. She just needed help right now to get off the ground. Who would help her though? That thought made Morgan snarl unhappily. Without the pack to look out for her, another werewolf might come along and just end her. That left Morgan for the job. One she was ill prepared to do. She had been a loaner since she was six, more wolf than human now. How long had it been since she even spoke to another human? At least ten years if not more. Still, everyone deserved the chance at life.

With a low grumble of a growl, Morgan turned and stalked off into the trees. A few minutes later she returned, once more scuffing her feet to alert the blind woman of her presence. Stopping in front of the woman, Morgan dropped the rabbit she had killed. As gently as she could manage, Morgan reached out with the intent of gently grasping the hand the woman held against her chest with her teeth and guiding her hand down to the now cold dead rabbit. food would be necessary for life, and Morgan didn't know how long ago the woman had last eaten. It never occurred to her that the raw food might put the woman off. After all, she had lived on it for years.

backing off, Morgan gave the woman space and went to lap some water a few feet away. The water would help sooth her hungry stomach for now, but she would have to hunt again. The loss of the rabbit annoyed her, but unlike the blind woman, she would be able to hunt another fairly easily. It might take her an hour or two to track one down, but the hunting was good in this forest. The pack was a larger issue. She needed to be moving on, and, if what the woman said was true, she couldn't stay here very long either. They would need to move soon, but Morgan wasn't going to force the woman to follow. She had given her the food as a gift, and now it was up to the woman to decide what she wanted to do.
 
Ayame tensed up at the wolf snarling, it sounded almost unhappy. Ayame tried not to move but kept her hands firmly against her chest, the lack of words from the other wolf unnerved her. She heard the wolf stalk off after a while and let out a small breath, she didn't move her hands but did lift her head. 'Was she safe? Had the wolf decided to let her go?'

Her line of thinking had gained a low rumble from her stomach. When was the last time she ate? She couldn't recall, she was used to eating scrap or nothing back at the packhouse. The small attic she had grew up in one her parents died being the only place she was allowed. She remembered the dusty smell, and the rough feeling of the wall and cluttered items littered around the floor. The memory made her chest hurt.

When Ayame heard the scuffing of grass against paws again she tensed up once more. Maybe the wolf changed its mind. Her eyes darted around but she dared not to move, she heard a thud land in front of her legs and the strong metallic smell of blood hit her nostrils. Her wolf had all but been silent after her birthday, the rejection stung like a fresh memory in her mind. The burning sensation of her skin, the pain, and what came after. The smell in front of her roused something inside her, an inner wolf-like instinct, hunger maybe she wasn't sure. But her stomach rumbled in response.

Not too long after the smell cam a moist warm feeling against her wrist. Teeth, wolf teeth, she tried to calm her racing heart but relaxed enough for the wolf to place her hand on the object in front of her. Her glazed over eyes only stared straight ahead as her hands fumbled around the object. An animal, she felt the long ears and fluff of a tail, a rabbit? She glanced down as though she could see it. She turned her head in a general direction thinking that was where the wolf was. 'Did the wolf bring this to her, for her to eat?'

Ayame rubbed the blood between her fingers and let her hand run over the soft fur of the rabbit, she hadn't felt anything like this in a very long time. Hearing the wolf lap water she turned her head in the general direction. Was this the wolf's food? A part of her was grateful, but the other half of her felt bad for taking the wolf's catch. "I-i'm sorry. B-but would you like to s-share m-m-maybe?" If the wolf wanted to hurt her or was there to drag her back then they would have already, right?

As far as Ayame could tell this wolf hadn't meant any harm to her if anything the wolf was trying to help. "T-thank you." Her voice was still a whisper but she had managed to sound a little less shaky this time.
 
Morgan looked up at the sound of the woman's voice. She considered taking her share, but then snorted. While she was lean from life int he woods, the woman looked lean from a lack of food. There was a big difference in her eyes. If the woman was going to make it out here, she needed to pack on the weight a bit. The wilderness wasn't kind to those who didn't have the stamina to miss a meal or two if the forest didn't favor them. Prowling back over, Morgan issued a soft scolding chuff and nudged the carcass with her nose closer to the woman. She whined then and pranced, hoping the anxious sound of her wine and the fast pace of her pause would pass on her need to move out soon. She didn't want to be here if the woman's old pack decided to come looking for her.

With that done, Morgan moved off, once again giving the young woman her space. A few paces away, a soft skittering sound got her attention. Morgan paused, head cocked and ears perked. She knew that sound. With her ears swiveling and ever muscle tense, Morgan went low, moving in freeze frame steps toward the source. Pine needles shifted just a slight bit, giving her a target. Springing up, Morgan drove her front paws down, pinning a warm squirming body beneath her. The little rodent let lose with a sharp squeak, and flailed beneath her paws. Morgan didn't think twice as she bent down and snapped it up. Tossing her head back, she swallowed the little creature in one crunchy bite. The mouse, like most rodents, was mostly bone, but it wasn't the first time she had a dinner of mouse.

While she waited on the stranger to eat, Morgan proceeded to track down other mice and squirrels for her own meal. She would've preferred the rabbit, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Satisfied for now, Morgan glanced up at the sky, noting the suns position. It was about noon. If they were going to make any headway, they needed to go now. With that in mind, and her wolf instincts grumbling about the delay, she glanced at the young woman. Her wolf was not pleased at the idea of taking the weak crippled creature with her, and even Morgan was uncomfortable with the idea, but her conscious couldn't justify leaving her out here alone. It would be easier with the woman were a wolf. They could cover more ground that way, and she would be both warmer and better equipped to deal with any danger that may come. She had no way to communicate this though, and so had to settle for letting the woman decide if and how she wanted to follow.

With no more time to spare, Morgan yipped to get the woman's attention before wading into the water. It would be chilly for the human after a while, but it would also cover their scent and erase tracks making it difficult for the local pack to follow. Without looking back to see if the other werewolf was following, Morgan began to walk up stream and away from where she knew the heart of the pack's territory sat. If the woman followed, so be it, if not, Morgan refused to be upset about it. She had found a way to live on her own, and figured if the other wolf really wanted to, she would figure it out for herself.
 
When the wolf scoffed at her she felt as though she was being scolded, feeling the wolf move the dead carcass towards her and gave a small nod. She must have looked terrible for the wolf to have her take it all. Ayame paused for a small moment. Had anyone been this kind to her since her parents died? She couldn't remember the last time she was given someone of her own, even food was merely someone else and a privilege for her. Hearing the whine brought her back to reality, the wolf must have been anxious to leave. Ayame related to the feeling, she had no idea how much time would pass, or how long until they noticed she was gone let alone if they were going to come for her.

Feeling the urgency in the wolf's prance helped her push her body to move. She tenderly opened her mouth and lifted the rabbit to it, her movements were clumsy she missed at first. It took a few tries before she was successful, her eyes flash an animal like look as she tore into the meat. The rabbit's meat felt warm in her mouth, the metallic taste was the most flavor she had tasted in a long time. The almost animal-like feeling ran through her as she hungrily ate. It was messy, she had finally managed to get the movement of her hands close enough to her mouth to eat. She had fumbled so much her hands and cheeks were coated with the dead animal's blood. Not that Ayame minded it.

She was so focused on eating she didn't hear the skitter and barely noticed the wolf runoff until she heard a faint squeak followed by silence. A mouse maybe? She never knew the roamed the forest, but then again how would she. This was, after all, her first time outside in years. Ayame felt full after a few more bites, The rabbit carcass, of course, had meat on it but was mostly eaten by then.

The sun didn't feel quite as hot against her skin, that could only mean it was nearly night. She wondered if she should follow the wolf after all the wolf had helped her, maybe it was safe. She nearly scoffed but the sound wouldn't form in her throat. It caused her to cough, anywhere should have been safer than her pack.

Hearing the yip she cleared her throat, it felt sore from the amount of speaking she had done. She heard the splash of the wolf's paws against the water. Was the wolf leaving? Maybe the wolf was asking her if she wished to follow, she wouldn't object if that was the case. Ayame scrambled to move her hands towards the water when her hands finally found the stream she placed her hand in it, slowly crawling to dunk her body in the water. She went under the water before popping her head back above it coughing a bit from the little bit of water that had entered her lungs.

Anyone looking at her might have thought her crazy, the blood that had dawned her face had mostly washed off in the water if not smudged. Her short hair looked flat against her head and tickled her ears, and her loose gray sweater hung like a wet rag over her body. The air was cool and caused her to shiver. But, she knew she needed to focus in order to follow the wolf. She took a deep breath and focused her senses on the wolf, the familiar sound of paws hitting the ground and the scent of that specific wolf. She followed in what direction she believed the wolf to be in according to her senses. Little to her knowledge it was thankfully the right way.
 
Morgan's ear's flicked back at the sound of the other wolf splashing into the water. The loud floundering and coughing made her hair stand up and a small annoyed growl slipped out. Noise was dangerous. It lead other predators to your location. A hard lesson she had learned long ago that had left a rather ugly scar along her ribs where a pissed off bear and ripped her open. To this day, the ridges were clear enough to the touch while she was in wolf form, and damn obvious while human. Only one scar among many, but a valuable lesson that had served her well. Since then though, Morgan had always been leery of making to much noise while on the move. Deliberately dragging her paws so that the water sloshed louder than if she deliberately lifted and placed each paw was about as loud as she generally got, and even that made her wary.

Morgan managed to suppress the need to snap at the clumsy woman, but just barely as she turned to look back over her shoulder. The woman moved slowly, unsure of her steps if Morgan had to guess. Blood lingered around her mouth, and her clothing was drenched. The wolf side in Morgan made her lift her lips in a soundless show of teeth at the poor display. The wolf was certain that this woman who was about as useful as a wet behind the ears pup was going to get them killed. Morgan felt the same way. She wanted to growl and snap, possibly even bite at the woman's heals to get her to move faster, but in the end, she did not. Some small part of Morgan understood that this woman was terrified, weak, blind and alone. Someone had abused her, and Morgan hadn't failed to notice how her earlier display of displeasure had caused the new wolf to tense. In this matter, she had to be careful.

That thought didn't sit well with the wolf inside Morgan. The damaged woman didn't deserve careful. It deserved to be removed from the pack, if not killed outright. Morgan froze as that thought registered within her mind. Removed from the pack. Had she decided that the blind stranger that had chosen to follow her was now pack? When had that happened? Did the woman even really want to be with her, or was she just tagging along because Morgan had fed her? Dimly, Morgan remembered her mother warning her that if you fed a wild animal, it might just follow you home. Was she so lonely that even a unknown wolf who just so happened to need her was so easily accepted into the pack? Morgan shook her head. She didn't have time to consider such thoughts now. They needed to get to safety, and if that was going to happen, they needed to move faster than a snail's pace.

Heaving a put upon sigh, Morgan turned back. It wouldn't do to have the blind wolf stumbling about letting everything for miles know where they were. Once back at the woman's side, Morgan turned back the way she wanted to go and pulled just far enough ahead that the woman could reach out and grab her tail. Without a word, or a sound, Morgan slapped her tail against the woman's hand. It wasn't a hard hit, just enough to get her attention. She did it twice more, a silent offer for the woman to grab on. Hoping that actually having a point of reference and a guide would silence some of the noise, Morgan was prepared to let someone actually lay a hand on her for the first time in a long time.
 
Ayame moved slowly, she wanted to hurry but being able not to sense her surroundings as she normally could, made that rather difficult. She tried not to make to much noise, but even she knew fr someone like her it was near impossible. The smell of the wolf was luckily still there and grew stronger for a while until she swore the wolf was next to her. Her thoughts were confirmed when she felt the brush of the wolf's tail against her hand. Ayame resisted the urge to snatch her hand away in fear. Feeling the soft brush against her hand twice more she gently reached her hand out and grabbed the wolf's tail. Ayame was silently grateful and wished she hadn't become someone else's burden. She whispered softly, "I'm sorry." She felt like she should apologize, if she hadn't been born so useless maybe she wouldn't have caused such trouble.

Ayame scrunched her nose trying to remove those thoughts from her head. Those types of thoughts often led to her wishing she was never born. But, even she knew she didn't want to die...Did she? Could she even survive this way? Of course, she couldn't rely on this wolf to help her forever, could she? That did bring up the question as to why this wolf had decided t help. Maybe it would be better if she didn't take it for granted.

Ayame's grip on the wolf's tail was gentle enough not to hurt but firm to where she could be led. With every step, the wolf took Ayame move quickly to make sure she didn't stray too far. The feeling of the grass and rocks felt nice against her bare feet, it was the most she had felt in a while. The cool air chilled her skin but she welcomed the feeling. It was a reminder that she was alive and free. For years she had wished for this moment to be free, in a different aspect than running away. But, hopefully, she could stay free. With this, she decided once she was a bit stronger she would leave the wolf, being a burden to the wolf seemed too much for her. If she was to survive maybe it would be better if she could do so on her own, she was of no use to the wolf regardless. She wondered where they were going and only wished she could see, time seemed to pass by unknowingly for her. She had no way to keep track.
 
Morgan's fur bristled slightly as the stranger grasped her tail, but she kept a lid on the need to growl and started plodding on through the water. They small apology she did hear made her pause mid-stride and shot a narrowed eyed glare at the wolf. Aware that the woman couldn't see her disapproving look, Morgan let lose with a nasty growl and a sharp snap of her teeth. Neither the human in her nor the wolf were one for apologies. It indicated a weakness, an opening to be exploited and used against you. She would not tolerate apologies from the wolf she was pondering as a possible pack mate. With her eyesight compromised she was at enough of a disadvantage without making herself even weaker. Sure that her point had been made, Morgan issued a grumpy chuff before she started walking again. She made no effort to shake the young woman lose from her tail and continued at a steady, but manageable pace.

Morgan kept her nose to the wind, and her ears up and moving as they walked, seeking both scent and sound that might indicate danger. She kept them in the river for quite some time before eventually climbing out on the opposite bank. Without hesitating, she kept walking, but she did make a concession for the blind woman clinging to her tail. She kept to a path that was fairly gentle on the feet and lacked any branches that hung low enough that it might crack the woman upside the head. Even so, she moved into a more densely treed area, aware of the sinking sun now leading into twilight. While she could've kept moving, Morgan was aware that they wolf behind her probably didn't have the same sort of stamina. For that reason, she began seeking out a place to rest for the night.

A closely packed group of pines became her answer. Pine, Morgan knew, was a very strong smell. It would keep their scents hidden well enough and the needles beneath would provide a soft bed for the night. Shaking herself roughly to free herself from the clinging woman, Morgan made her way beneath the biggest of the trees to ensure it was safe and lacing any wildlife that might do them harm. Assured that it was empty, she returned to the woman and moved around behind her. Once there, she rammed her head into the woman's back, pushing her toward the pines with a small huff of encouragement. Padding back beneath the tree, Morgan began to use her paws to pile the pine needles together, making the temporary den as comfortable as she could manage. With that done, Morgan faced the fact that, for better or worse, she would have to be return to her human form. She didn't even know this stranger's name, and here she was looking after her. For her peace of mind, and to settle weather or not she was taking the woman on as pack, there were things she needed to know. Things that could not be gained through wolf body language.

Grumbling to herself with a series of low growls, Morgan plopped herself down on the pine needle laden ground and reached for her human side. It was a slow process for her. She rarely changed into her human form, and was very reluctant to do so. The combination slowed the process even more. Still, she managed it and soon found herself bare-assed and covered in pine needles. Sitting up, Morgan shook herself, her long red hair fell in wild strands down over her face and back. Impatient with the locks of hair, Morgan raked one hand though her hair, shoving it back off her face without a care where they landed. Silently, she stretched, becoming reacquainted with the body she hand't used in who knew how long. Only once that was done did she turn her wary grey-eyed stare toward the woman she had guided though the day. The one she had no idea how to speak to.

Morgan knew english well enough that she could speak, but it had been such a long time since she had spoken to anyone that she had no idea how to even start the conversation they needed to have. Licking her lips, Morgan figured that the first step would be to let the woman know that she was no longer the wolf, assuming she hadn't already figured that out for herself. With that in mind, Morgan reached out and laid a heavily calloused hand on the woman's knee. Touch and body mechanics were easier for her to express than actual speech. The wolf spoke through body language, and she felt more comfortable resorting to that, even as a human.
 
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Ayame felt like she should lower her ears in submission if she was in wolf form at the growl. She knew that her apology was not welcome, she didn't understand the reasoning but knew the sound of the snapping from the wolf's teeth was enough warning for her not to do it again. Ayame didn't dare to make another sound as they walked, luckily the wolf was moving at a slow enough pace for her to keep up. For that, she still was thankful yet again.

The water against her feet cooled the aching feeling but didn't stop her fatigue. Ayame didn't want to wolf to see she was tired, she would have to push herself to keep up. She did notice that there was a lack of pain and blockage in her way as they walked. The other wolf must have been taking consideration of her blindness by taking an easier path. When the air chilled Ayame lifted her head to feel the night breeze. It was cool against her skin, the water had mostly dried once they reached the land to walk. They had been walking for so long she barely felt the uncomfortable wet feeling of her clothes. She was panting, the walk had tired her out, she was almost certain that a few of her ribs were broken from the pain in her side. Though she tried her best to ignore it.

After some odd moments, she'd not been able to track the smell of pine needled assaulted her senses nearly making her take a step back. Pine was by far her least favorite smell because of its strong scent but she knew there must have been a reason for the other wolf to choose such a location. When the wolf shook free from her grasp she lowered her hand to her side and held it in her free palm. Ayame bit her lip as she heard the wolf walk away for some brief moments. It was clear they were in the forest assuming the chill in the night meant they had been walking for some time she hoped they were far from her old tribe. When the wolf returned and nudged her she looked around but moved carefully, placing her hands in front of her as guidance.

When the wolf stopped nudging her she placed her hands on her sides to help her sit on the soft pines. She smiled gently at the feeling and ran her hands across the needles, the feeling almost nostalgic. Hearing the low grumble come from the wolf made her look up, though in which direction she wasn't sure. Maybe the wolf was debating on whether or not to abandon her, she wouldn't be too surprised if that was the case. She heard the leaves shuffle under the wolf until they changed to a lighter scuffing. Maybe the wolf had shifted, which would explain the change in sound.

Ayame just sat patiently her hands leaning in the pines under her. She was sure the wolf had questions, though she didn't know where to start. Feeling the hand on her knee caused her to jump, the hand was warm against her cool skin and a lot gentler than she was used to. The feeling made her tense only slightly before relaxing. "M-my name...my n-name is Ay-Ayame." She supposed that was as good as any to start if they were to speak with each other. Her words were raspy, she was nearly out of breath from their journey and the pain on her side only worsened as she tried to catch her breath.
 
Morgan tilted her head at the way the woman jumped at the slight touch. She almost pulled her hand back, unsure if the touch was welcome, but when the woman relaxed, Morgan left it there, giving the wolf a point of reference. Ayame introduced herself, but it was the rasping of her breath that let Morgan know she had made the right choice in stopping. Morgan shook her head, focusing on the other wolf's words rather than her breathing. "Ay-am-e." Morgan spoke slowly, sounding out the word as she used human vocabulary for the first time. Like Ayame, her voice was raspy, but it held a rough edge hinting toward a growl. She remembered this. Ayame had given her a name, it was her turn to do likewise. She opened her mouth, then closed it, unsure of her name for a moment. No one had used it in years, nor had she even bothered to remember it.

Morgan chewed on her lip, eyes narrowed as she thought about her name. She felt a dull headache starting to form behind her eyes as she tried to remember. It had started with an M hadn't it? She pictured her mother, trying desperately to recall her own name. It came to her after a long awkward moment. "Mor-gan," she said slowly, uncertainly. It sounded right, and part of her recognized it. After a moment, she nodded to herself, content to let that be what she was called. If it was wrong, there was no one alive to tell her otherwise. "Yes, Mor-gan." Reaching up with her free hand, Morgan carefully touched the area just below her swollen eye. "What hap-pened? Pack?"

They way she spoke was almost childlike. Her words were uncertain and stressed in odd places, turning what few words she did speak into oddly sharp, short bursts broken down into their syllables. She also kept her words down instinctively, not wanting to draw others to their temporary den. Concerned that Ayame may do so, Morgan shifted the hand down from the woman's cheek to tap her chin with a single finger. "Speek Quietly. Predators." The more she spoke, the lest stuttered her working became, but overall her voice remained little more than a whisper and her words flowed oddly.
 
Ayame looked in the direction the voice had come from, she had focused in the right direction but her gaze had fallen past the wolf she now could identify as a woman. For some reason, it put her at ease. Ayame nodded in response to the woman, the words that she heard were rugged, forced and the woman seemed to struggle a bit. Was the woman unfamiliar with speaking? Ayame noted how the woman didn't shift until recently, maybe the woman preferred the wolf form instead.

When the woman responded with a name Ayame smiled gently breathing hard she only looked pained. "M-morgan...its... it's p-pretty." Ayame only hoped that her gaze was on the woman's face. She wished she could see the person that had helped her. When the woman touched her swollen eye Ayame flinched and the small smile that had graced her face fell. She couldn't see but her eyes shifted away as she gently moved her face from the touch. Should she bother explaining?

Ayame chewed her lip nervously, the anxiety from remembering the events of her life. She moved her free hand and clenched her chest her face scrunched up in a look of pain. She opened her mouth to speak just as the woman reminded her to stay quiet because of the danger they could face. Ayame nodded and let out a small huff, before speaking in a small raspy whisper. "I r-ran from my pack..." She paused and lifted her head to feel the gentle night air pass by her face. "I was born...born with this blindness. Darkness is the only thing I know....My parents were killed by rogue wolves that attacked u-us. And they d-died protecting m-me....My elder brothers....the pack....they all blame me..." She unclenched her hand and balled her fist placing it in her lap. "My brother's kicked me from my home when I was small. They placed me in a small room abo-above the Stackhouse. I-i could not leave. I was not allow-allowed to eat with them, I was not-not allowed to speak. They would come a hit me often to release frustrations. If I tried to leave my room they would bea-beat me and drag me back to my room...." Ayame tried to fight the urge to cry by clenching her fist and digging her nails into her skin. "My b-birthday....I was supposed to be with my ma-mate.....to b-be free....he was the alpha...and i-i was rejected...he consummated his mating with another wolf and left me in such aching pain from it.....then....they pack males...him...my brothers let them all-" She stopped speaking to bite her lip as a tear ran down her face, she quickly wiped it from her sightless eyes and looked away gripping her arm tightly, there was no more to be said. No more than she thought she'd be able to say.
 
Morgan listened quietly as Ayame told her story. It was sad and made her want to go kill something. Even her wolf recognized the wrong done to the woman. Morgan knew little of the mate bond. She had been to young for her parents to even consider explaining such things to her. However, that didn't mean she was completely ignorant. She understood the bond tied two wolves together, and that losing one or the other was extremely painful. Her mother had known the second her father had died. Morgan couldn't begin to understand the pain caused by a forced rejection. It made her uncomfortable to even thing of such a thing. Then there was the abuse. While her own wolf side wanted to kill her, it didn't want her to suffer. A clean kill was the only thing the wolf felt this blind woman deserved. No imprisonment, not beatings, no rejection.

Whining in sympathy, Morgan carefully reached out to take the woman's free hand in her own in an awkward attempt to comfort the woman. "Don't cry," she murmured. "You're free. Listen. Smell. No pack here. Just me." Morgan traced one finger along the girl's cheek, following the path of the tear before it had been wiped away. Her own wolf was starting to lose the need to kill this woman and looked at her more as a pup. A pup that had never seen the light of day, had never run through the forests, never learned to be anything but helpless. So different from their own life, and yet, much in common. Slowly, giving the woman plenty of time to pull her hand away, Morgan guided Ayame's hand up until it rested on her right shoulder. There, ridged scar tissue bumped up where another werewolf's teeth and latched on to her. "My pack was killed. Many, many years ago. Just a child, and yet they tried to kill me too."

Morgan released her hand, letting it remain on her shoulder if she wanted to. Unlike most people, she was not body shy. She had lived wild to long to have the same unease about being naked as a human might. To her it was just as natural as running as the wolf, just more vulnerable and exposed. "I lived. No pack, but I adapted. The wolf is strong. Let it guide you. Don't let fear rule." Reaching out, she tapped the girl's forehead lightly. "Fear weakens the mind. Weakness gets you killed. Be smart. Learn. Adapt. Survive." Morgan paused, listening as something skittered past. Sniffing, Morgan caught the scent of possum. Mean if cornered, by not really a danger. Once she was sure it wasn't going to be a problem, she focused on Ayame again. The need to protect this helpless one filled her. Her wolf agreed for once willing to give up easy pray just to see this pitiful wolf learn and grow.

Morgan knew Ayame had to want that to, or anything she did might seem like an imprisonment. She also needed to know what she was dealing with. "I'm not the same as others. Dangerous. More wolf than human. To live after my pack was killed, I had to lean on my wolf. You are the first person I've talked to in..." she paused, trying to remember, then shook her head. "To long. Can't remember. I have no territory. No pack. Nothing, but you can stay with me if you want." Morgan chuffed and shook her head again. "Not an easy life. But there is no cage. There is pain, and danger, but I fear very little."
 
Ayame relaxed her hand from clenching her arm when she heard the whine. Sympathy, something she hadn't seen before, of course, it was to be expected she was rather pathetic, wasn't she? When Morgan told her not to cry she only blinked and lowered her hands into her lap. The feeling of her calloused hands was almost comforting. "Free..." Ayame whispered the word and closed her eyes. She never thought she'd have a chance to be free. And yet, here she was.

When Morgan said her pack was killed Ayame looked up ad her expression softened. "It must have been hard." Her bruised and cut hand traced the scar under her fingers. It had healed nicely, but it didn't change the fact that this scar was an all too fresh memory for the woman. Ayame shyly moved her hand from the woman's shoulder and placed it back in her lap. Feeling the tap on her forehead she lifted her gaze and placed a hand over her forehead. Her look was grim before she whispered again to Morgan. "My wolf-my wolf has not spoken to me since the rejection. It-it is why I did not shift. B-but! I will try to be strong..I-i don't wish to live in fear. I-I want to be free-" She went still and tensed at the skittering sound, a forest animal she confirmed by the scent before she let out a small breath and relaxed.

When Morgan started talking again Ayame only looked down wringing her hands. She was being offered a pack, a safe place. Ayame didn't think she was dangerous in the least. The woman could have killed her on sight but instead was careful about approaching her, feed her, helped her walk, and provided her with a place to sleep far away from her pack. "W-well. I don't think you're dangerous...A-a bit scary at times...but you haven't hurt me...So far...you're the nicest person I've known in my life." Ayame gave a small smile and let out another huff of breath. She wasn't breathing as heavy as before but the pain was still there. "I-I want to stay...And to learn. P-please. There is nothing worse to me than being trapped. I want to be-be strong like you."
 
Morgan cocked her head again, pondering the problem with the wolf. She understood a wolf's silence. Many things could cause that. Her own wolf was rarely silent, but it did happen from time to time. The wolf, like them, was a living and breathing thing. It felt and responded, at least in her case, with a will of it's own. She didn't often override it, but it did think and process in it's own way. "It mourns," Morgan said softly. "It lost it's mate. It's human was hurt. Perhaps it to fears what will be." Morgan shrugged. She was no expert, and could only guess at the cause, but that was her best guess. "Time heals many things and builds scars. For now, try not to think about what has happened. Listen. The night has a music of it's own. Let it sooth you." Nature was rarely silent. Birds, bugs, and animals moved around, causing noise. Those sounds could be comforting once you were used to the pattern of the area around you.

Ayame's deceleration about her being scary but not dangerous drew a snort out of her and a smile. The expression felt odd on her face, so Morgan quickly let it fade. "For you I try to be human. It is...hard." That was an understatement. Her throat was starting to hurt form the talking, and being human was making her antsy. It was harder to pinpoint sounds, her sense of smell was duller, and she had no teeth or claws to defend herself. Worse was the chilly night air bit at her exposed, furless body, making goose bumps pop up all over. She didn't like it."I may not answer you, but I will always listen. I may not even understand some things you are trying to tell me, but I will know if something upsets you by your tone and posture. I will probably snarl and snap, but not because I want to hurt you. Likely I'm just being short tempered and unused to someone else company." Personally she thought it was sad that Ayame considered her the nicest person she had ever met. Didn't matter though. As far as Morgan was concerned the woman's past was no more. They would step forward together.

Morgan wasn't stupid. She was aware that they had a ways to go with the blind wolf was going to be strong. They had all the time in the world though, and there was no reason to rush. That didn't mean they couldn't start now. "Strong body and mind is where you need to start. You breathe hard and tire quickly. We will work on those things first. The rest will come later. For now, rest. Tomorrow I'll hunt for food, and you can begin to build your strength. I'm going to return to the wolf now for protection. Will you be warm enough, or would you rather sleep against my side?" Talking this much had done one good thing for her. More and more words were coming to her, making communication easier. Part of her was very aware that Ayame was going to cause some changes in her own way of thinking and functioning simply by forcing her to turn to her human side more often. That thought made her uneasy, but the offer had been made and accepted. The woman was one of her pack now. She would bare the consequences, and not look back.
 
Ayame nodded agreeing with Morgan that maybe her wolf was just mourning the loss of everything. She couldn't blame her wolf but up until meeting Morgan, she had felt more alone than ever. When Morgan advised her not to think she smiled a bit and gave a small quiet chuckle that resulted in her wincing from the pain. "Since I cannot see I can hear, smell, and feel things well. I-I cannot 'see' you but I can sense you once I am not in such...pain." Ayame did air quotations around the word 'see.' She thought it would be easier to explain once she could actually 'see' Morgans aura. Hearing that Morgan was trying to be more human for her sake eased her mind a lot more than the night air.

"I can see aura's. I cannot see your face or anything. B-but the color of life. The color you aura gives will tell me how you feel. A-and where you are...Now I cannot see anything but darkness, but-but hopefully soon I will be able to see you. I may be timid to most things, and I don't know much other than darkness and pain. B-but I have never been treated so nicely. And I will work hard not to be much of a burden to you."

Ayame looked straight ahead with a determined expression. She would not let her past define her anymore, of course, it would take some time to heal but she was sure she could work through it. Morgan had faith that she could heal, and that was enough for Ayame to have the tiniest shred of hope she had all but forgotten. Hearing Morgan speak again she tilted her head and laid her hand back against the pine needles. "I am used to the cold. This air feels nice against my skin, and I would not want you to feel uncomfortable. I cannot say I've ever slept next to anyone as well." Ayame gave another smile and laid against the needles under her fingers over them as if they might disappear.
 
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