Silver slumped next to the snowy mound, becoming one herself as the fluffy ice settled on her body. She shivered, but barely noticed. Her body, mind, and soul were numb…. Distantly, she heard voices, male ones, but she paid them no mind… She didn't have the energy or the will to care. Nothing mattered anymore. Claire was gone… All that was left of her was her decomposing body lying under the snow next to her. Finding the energy to move, the mournful wolf sat up and brushed the layers of pure white snow from the pup's body, revealing the bloodstained layer underneath. Fresh tears slipped down her cheeks, cutting through the blood that she hadn't cared to wash off. Tossing a dramatically different gaze to her left, she glared hatefully at the other snowy mound representing the mutilated and unrecognizable corpse that used to be the bastard that took her away. Taking a deep breath, Silver pushed the thoughts from her mind and slumped into the snow again, staring longingly into Claire's dead eyes. She should've closed them, because their emptiness scared her, but she couldn't bear to. To do that would be to admit that she was gone…
"She's not going to be okay, is she Kiba…?" Toboe asked, naïve as only a child can be. The white wolf he addressed glanced down at him- his shocking gold eyes shining with sadness and compassion that was quite odd to the others.
"No, I don't think so, Toboe… Not anytime soon at least…" Kiba sighed and stepped forward, footprints drastically different from the ones his human feet should've left in the snow. He approached Silver's slumped form and set a hand gently on her shoulder. "Silver… I know you're in mourning… but would you like to continue with us to Paradise…?" His voice, though compassionate, was still oddly distant, as if he wasn't entirely there.
Silver started slightly, and turned her once vibrant, now dull, two-toned eyes on him. "Will she… she be there…?" she asked, voice so quiet that they could barely hear her.
"I don't know… but we may never know if we never find out…" a crack of a smile crept onto his face, and he nodded, and Silver nodded in return.
"Okay then…. I'll join you guys…"
A group of several strange looking people entered the city, earning odd looks from the regular inhabitants. First in line was a man with a large scar on his chest, and snow-white hair, clad in black leather. His eyes were almost a shade of gold, and enraptured a few before they were turned upon them. Behind him was a scrawnier man with shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes, a simple jacket and jeans covering his thin form. Behind him was an older teen with short, sandy brown hair, darker blue eyes, and a tan jacket, a sort of collar hanging loosely around his neck. To his right was a small boy, no older than 12, with long-ish brown hair, wide brown gold eyes gazing around him with enrapturement. Farther behind all of them was a woman with hair of a similar shade to the first man's, but with a more silvery sheen. One eye was bright green, the other bright blue, and they stared at everyone with mistrust except for the companions several feet ahead of her. Finally, she picked up her pace, trotting forward ahead of the last two boys, her boots clopping against the pavement of the street, and addressing the second man.
"Kiba, where did you say we were going again?" She kept her eyes ahead of her, even as she spoke, as if she wanted to make sure she wasn't going to run into anybody-- though it would be the problem of the other person if she did.
"We're going to find Cheza," replied the man in a soft tone. "Do you smell that? The scent of Lunar Flowers…?"
The girl paused and lifted her nose to the air, as did the others, and took a short sniff. She looked down at Kiba and nodded. "Yeah, I do…"
"That's Cheza, that's how we'll find her…"
"Okay…" The girl nodded and shrugged, falling back to the two boys and placing herself between them. "Hige, mind explaining something to me…?"
"Sure, Silver! What?" returned the older of the two, turning his head towards her and tilting it to the side in acknowledgement.
"…Everything…?" Silver blinked at him, and he sighed.
"Everything about what? Cheza?" He was replied to with a nod. "Well, she's an incarnation of a lunar flower, made by the Nobles for who knows what. We got a hold of her thanks to Kiba, and now she's gonna show us the way to Paradise. We can't get there without her," his grin was wide, and contagious enough to get a slight smirk out of Silver's perpetually solemn expression.
"What does she look like…?"
At this, the other boy decided to pipe in: "She's beautiful!" He earned a short chuckle from Silver, who reached down and ruffled his hair a little.
"Really, Toboe? Mind going into a little more detail?" He flushed a little, but nodded.
"Well, she's got short pink hair, and big bright red eyes, and she wears a lot of pink, and her skin is pale and soft, and…" he yawned loudly, then shook his head a little to clear his mind when it receded. "Oops…" he mumbled apologetically.
"We should stop for the night," Hige said with a yawn of his own. Silver was about to agree when the final man spoke up.
"I don't think there are any cheap places for us to shack up that won't stink to hell," he said gruffly. "We should keep going. Besides, hanging around this dump won't get us to Cheza any quicker."
Kiba remained silent, though that wasn't anything particularly new from Silver's experience. "Well, Tsume," Silver spoke up, staring at the white-haired man, "what do you suppose we do about these two then?" she pointed to Toboe and Hige, each of which looked as if they could fall asleep on their feet any instant.
"I could carry both of them," the scarred one grunted out quietly, under his breath, and Silver rolled her eyes and scoffed.
"We'll keep going for a little longer…" Kiba finally said, reaching a compromise. Tsume shrugged and gave a quiet, "whatever", and Silver basically did the same. Hige and Toboe merely yawned and nodded.
Yeah, I know, not terribly interesting…
I hope the descriptions in the second part didn't confuse anybody… I just felt like putting those in there. They make it sound cooler, no? w ;;
Muse:scoff:
:thwap: Whatever. There'll be more sadness and angst and emoininity next chapter, I promise.