THE NIGHT WE MET — PRIVATE

[BUBONICPLAGUE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica;"]the passage of time was a strange thing. weeks that felt like moments spent dead, drifting through the abyss before finding this place; then hours of walking that felt like months had passed. it all meant nothing to him, not in the long run. it was an annoying thing, time, the way it seemed to taunt him. he was losing touch. nothing felt like anything anymore; nothing felt truly real. but he had been that way since losing lirim. he cared for nothing, couldn't be bothered to try to connect with anyone in this new world. it was meaningless in the end. he would outlive them all.

the ebony dire wolf sat silently at the edge of the starpool, sightless eyes gazing into the crystal water. he was here now, but didn't know what to do with himself. he had no real reason for being here. he could have spent eternity drifting through the abyss that was his 'death,' but eventually he would break, and he would return. that was his curse, it seemed. cursed to always come back, never to rest peacefully. oh, how he wished to stop existing. oh... how he yearned for lirim.

blind eyes slipped shut and he lowered his head, though tall ears stood alert upon the sound of distant footsteps.