T H E . C A S T L E . I N . M Y . D R E A M S .

[jenks]

It was dark when I dreamed of her again. Yes, many would speak of their lover in such a way but not I for my feelings for this small pup were as pure as the day I was birthed. Watching her from a distance I could see she was but a few moons old with soft silver eyes and a pelt like the earth with a silver lining beneath my awakened paws. I felt her breeze against me as we frolicked and played in what would have been a scary void of darkness yet I felt completely at ease with her little yapping beside me. It was all too soon that she was gone, I tried to follow her but I never quite drew close to her exhausting my mentality until I could do naught but kick my legs in plight of the blackness that taunted me.

When I awoken nightfall had already taken place with a semi-moon hanging comfortingly in the sky. I stared up at it lustfully, hoping that it would put me back to where she was, where it was safe for me even without my packmates but there was no such luck. At first I could feel the tiredness aching at my bones in protest of me trying to stand. I had been moving a bit in my sleep I could tell ass the tell-tale dust covering on my coat from the den floor told me so. Dreaming again… there was a rumor that Guardians only showed up in moments of high stress or strong emotions. I knew in my heart that what I felt when I was asleep was pure joy and there was no denying it. Maybe she was trying to cheer me up yet she reminded me that all good things came to the end. Feeling somewhat depressed I yawned and shook the dirt from my coat covering and left the opening of the den with my head bowed low to my chest.

I was still sleepy in body however my mind was going into overdrive. The scents of the forest overwhelmed me. Each hoot from an owl taunted from me and the scurrying feet of a rogue rabbit tormented me so much so that I found it distressing to be in the thick of the woods for longer than neccisary. It was a shame really, I was a shame to the pack. A Shaman was to be a strong character that can give guidance to those who seek it and help those in need but I was weak. My mind was weak now and I was forever getting tired of it. A while after fleeing the den I came to a clearing lined with hard dirt and patchy moss. The moon beamed comfortingly down at me from the sky but tonight I did not want to speak to her. Suffer in silence and all that. I didn’t want to disturb the rest of the pack so instead I followed the melody of my emotions and ‘sung’ deep into the sky in my calming deep voice as if trying to let out what I had in mind.

I stopped after a minute or so and made myself comfortable from her rays resting close to a fallen oak and perching my muzzle upon my paws. My eyes would not shut leaving only the spiritual glow against the night to welcome those who needed to comfort.

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MELEK

She knew, as she watched from her hiding place within the bushes nearby, that her Chosen was almost begging her to come give him company. Most Guardians would not come to ease tension for such a simple reason as feeling depressed. Yet, being only a pup (although by now, she would probably be two or three years old), dear little Melek could only handle so much moroseness. Plodding warily out of her sanctuary, her bright silver eyes honed themselves upon the tall, scrawny, and saddened maned wolf before her. "Jareniah!" she yipped chidingly, settling her rump down upon the grasses, which seemed to bend easily to her will. Although she was still one to play and romp with others, her intelligence knew no bounds, especially after watching over the wolves of Darayn for so long after she had died from greencough. "You really do have no reason to be so... down." She spat the word, as if ashamed of saying it. She was a happy little camper, and never liked being around another who was sorrowful or pouty.

Prancing forward, she placed a small nip upon Jareniah's haunches, trying to teach him a lesson. Her small baby teeth, which were actually quite sharp, did nothing to his fur but part it in odd directions. It would be a very strange sight, seeing a pup chastening a grown wolf - especially a grown shaman. Her eyes danced with the intensity of her will. He had to be strong for her dear Torridpack, even if he didn't think he could. Otherwise, what kind of shaman was he?

[jenks]

At first he huffed at the feeling he was being watched but seeing who it was lightened his spirits immensely. Lifting his cranium from his paws to watch the little silver-eyed pup dance towards him he smiled welcomingly at the company though his tail did little bump thump half-heartedly. It was damn near impossible to feel glum around this little one though he couldn’t jump over the moon with excitement at this moment in time. Pushing himself up to sit a little like she he gazed adoringly down at his little companion and nudged gently at her muzzle with his own damp nose. Feeling a little jab against his fur he frowned unappreciatively and swished his shortish tail at her in retaliation.

“Nice to see you too Melek.” He replied coolly down to the young pup before settling down on his stomach once more though without the sulky look he had demonstrated earlier. He sniffed at the ground testing before returning his watch to her who sat beside him. He yawned again before he spoke this time, taking note of how similar yet so different she had been in his dream. Still a pup he could see… it was a shame really, it was not uncommon to have deeper feelings for your guardians than companionship however he wouldn’t go so far to harm a pup even if she did almost match his age technically. “You really pick your times you know… I get like this every so often you know that. I don’t even know why I’m so down as you put it.”

Having not found a comfortable resting spot again he lifted himself to his feet and paced the distance beside them.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s not my fault you know. I’ve seen not one like-minded person since I came here. The Alpha is good to me, as a Shaman, but I have needs that go beyond the territory boundaries you know? Well, you would as you seem to like watching me.” A small smile etched at the corner of his lips as he faced her. “I shouldn’t even be talking about this with a pup.”

[guardians]

MELEK

Although Jaraniah did frown disapprovingly when she nipped at his haunches, Melek knew he didn't mean it. The years she had spent protecting him, watching him, nurturing his emotions- it taught her something, much more than she could ever learn living as a real wolf. Jareniah was complicated, even for her advanced mind, but she knew one thing: he would never stay mad at her for long. Underneath all his conflicting emotions, he genuinely cared for her.

Reassured by that knowledge, she didn't mind planting a wolfish grin on her face and scrambling back a few steps as he flicked his tail at her. Moments after scrambling away, she scooted closer to the looming maned wolf.

Disguised by the fun-loving antics was Melek trying to cheer Jareniah up. It was her method of brightening up his day, no matter how slightly. Without her, she had to ponder if Jareniah would be the same. Grateful to be his guardian, she knew he helped him at least somehow.

"Just because you feel sad sometimes doesn't mean it's alright," she said, craning back her neck to look up at him. His gentle face and long snout was humorous to look at, yet hid emotions she would like to free him of. Melek wanted to reply to other comment about him not knowing why he felt down, but she couldn't. Despite years helping him, she still didn't know why he was sad. Was it the years he spent as a loner that made him cold?
She couldn't answer.

Jareniah lifted himself to his feet and paced. Melek watched his restless walking until he spoke.
"Everything will sort out with time," she reassured, tail thumping quietly.
"Have you thought about making any friendships within your pack? Trust me, although I am a pup," she paused, faking a smirk. "I bet it will help you out."


NOTES:
Wheee, first time as a guardian. I did a rather fine job, if I do say so myself.

[jenks]

Though he hated to admit it, the smug little grin on his Guardans face was more than just comforting to the once mopey maned wolf. She was right in more ways that one, as per usual, that he shouldn't stay sad for a reason he couldn't think of himself. Perhaps he was just dwelling on the past and becoming wrapped up in his own sorrows that he was abandoning his duties to the pack - probably his worst nightmare. With a washed feeling of guilt he stood in front of her and lowered her head to nudge playfully at her once more to plead for forgiveness for himself more than her.

"To be quite honest, It has crossed my mind to become friendlier with my pack but I didn't think I would need to become more aquainted than a working relationship type. My position lays more on the outskirts when no dilema has gripped the pack though I've never been less than pleasant to those I have met." He mimicked her grin with an edgy lop-sided character of his own as he pondered how to approach this 'becomin friendlier' thing. He was never anything other than himself which seemed to be half the problem in others eyes but standing there in front of this playful pup he felt more at home and able to be himself than he had ever felt chasing after tail or becoming friendly with any other wolf. For he, he would try his best. He inhaled then exhaled deeply lifting some invisible weight off his chest. "Yes, I think I may meet ther others... at some point. I bet you have amany friends in the realm of the Guardians. You're like a magnet to weak emotions." He barked lightly sitting down where he stood, his long face still lowered to near enough her level.

OOC;; I think you've done awesome as a guardian! You've definately kept her light, up-beat personality and intelligence. Oh, and I apologize for the bad grammar if there is any... Word if on my my other computer. </3