12-19-2018, 12:32 AM
Clarence was having a relatively normal day. That was something he never thought he'd think about a world with sentient, intelligent animals and their complex social structures, yet here he was. Somehow this life was more peaceful than his former one. The idea confused him, but he didn't question it. He was glad to be off the Queen Charlotte and he was glad to be in a place where he felt as though he had a bit more freedom. It'd been a long time since he hadn't had the pressure of taking care of both his sister and mother and, while he missed them terribly, he had to admit that, even if he didn't quite know what to do with himself, it was nice not having any sort of responsibility. He was allowed time to breathe and process the events of the last few months. Despite all the strangeness and all the loss he'd experienced in the last month or so, he had really been trying to move on. He still didn't sleep well and he still thought often of his family and friends who were left behind. Sometimes he could even swear that he heard their voices, but he knew it wasn't true. Once he'd followed a whisper through the trees for hours before realizing it'd only been some birds that matched a pitch close to what his mother often used.
Today, though, he heard something impossible. His sister's voice. Even with months of separation, he would recognize it anywhere. Besides, most others wouldn't have such a specific request. Without hesitation, the panther began to sprint in the direction of the sound before skidding to a halt in front of her a wolf. He was face to face with a wolf. Not his sister. Not in appearance, anyway. But he would've sworn that her voice, that the request for him, had come from his sister. His dark eyes had widened and he was breathing hard, just staring at the woman before him. It wasn't possible. He was alone. He'd been alone for a month. Why would she have taken so long to find him? If his suspicions were indeed true and his sister had brought him here, why would she arrive so much later? None of it made any sense. While he'd abandoned the idea of this world being a result of his decaying mental state, it didn't seem to take much for him to return to that line of thinking. That was why, rather than a greeting, the only words that came past his lips were, "I've gone mad." His grief must have drove him to this. He must be worse than he thought. Now he was seeing things. Wolves with his sister's voice, asking specifically for him. But it wasn't possible. None of this was possible.
Today, though, he heard something impossible. His sister's voice. Even with months of separation, he would recognize it anywhere. Besides, most others wouldn't have such a specific request. Without hesitation, the panther began to sprint in the direction of the sound before skidding to a halt in front of her a wolf. He was face to face with a wolf. Not his sister. Not in appearance, anyway. But he would've sworn that her voice, that the request for him, had come from his sister. His dark eyes had widened and he was breathing hard, just staring at the woman before him. It wasn't possible. He was alone. He'd been alone for a month. Why would she have taken so long to find him? If his suspicions were indeed true and his sister had brought him here, why would she arrive so much later? None of it made any sense. While he'd abandoned the idea of this world being a result of his decaying mental state, it didn't seem to take much for him to return to that line of thinking. That was why, rather than a greeting, the only words that came past his lips were, "I've gone mad." His grief must have drove him to this. He must be worse than he thought. Now he was seeing things. Wolves with his sister's voice, asking specifically for him. But it wasn't possible. None of this was possible.
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