· Forget Me Note ·

[Rogue]

The night was a dark one.

The quarter moon shone gloomily in the heavens, and even the stars wore no glitter tonight. The dim, unwelcoming light that did reach the earth before the entrance of the tunnels shed an eerie aura about the place. If a mortal was to tread upon the place, the predictable emotion of regretful fear would flood over them, and no doubt coax the lycans in their dark abode to investigate.

And indeed a figure was approaching the entrance of the tunnels, but from the inside of them, and she was no mere mortal. But tonight she hid her true form under a cloak of silver, it's hood about her fine, shoulder-length hair, as stark as the glistening moon that hid itself behind clouds tonight. The lower trim of the cloak settled a little distance behind her, trailing delicately like her feet along the ground.

Clasped in her pale hands was a rolled peice of parchment, coated in writing of a silken-silver quill. It's rolled body was held together with a curl of lilac ribbon, the same shade in replica to her known irises, though missing the dappled flecks of silver. The ink inside played that part.

She went by the name of Rogue, and the lycans here knew her well. Perhaps not well enough to know her intentions tonight though, and it was very doubtful any of their souls knew the reason behind her opinionatedly impulsive actions and decision. Though should they read the parchment she now placed beside her stilled feet at the very entrance of the tunnels, they might have hope of attempting to understand.

Rogue reached into the pocket of her cloak and pulled forth a small bouquet of flowers, these flowers held two meanings. They were 'forget me not's', and this she wished so. Placing their stems inside the open end of the parchment she unhanded the goodbye and left it sitting at the entrance, untouched and held in place by the flowers, each flower for a lycan, perfect in total.

Her bare feet led her away, towards the forest and to intentionally far away lands, of which only her born direction knew. She was a rogue, directions and getting lost was not an issue for her. As her hood framed her beautiful face, glassy tears streamed in fragile waves down her modest cheeks, dampening her lips and dripping off her ever-so-lightly curved chin. She did not raise a hand to wipe them away.

As she drifted through the shadows, towards the horizon, with nought but confusion and love behind her, she cried silently, leaving behind a world she'd held so dear. Of all the times the lycans had followed her and cooed to her through open minds to stay, this time she would not allow it. Her skill of being a rogue lycaness was being put in place. This time she would leave no footprints for them to follow...

Dearest family, tunnel lycans.

I write to you tonight, thought it may be tomorrow by the time you place this in your hands or paws to lay eyes on, to tell you goodbye. There is a place for me in this world, as there is a heart I must follow. That heart being my own. In following words of deepest honesty I wish to bestow my love for you all, and my sincere goodbyes and apologies...

Morgana, though there have been times where out acknowledgement have meant no less or more than duty, I see you hold together this pack well. Your aura holds power, authority, and above all, honour to those you declare it fit to be touched by. I respect you deeply and thank you for accepting me into your clan.

Sealla, from the very beginning you have been here. You stand behind and before the tunnels as a sister to me and I know nothing will ever take that away. You hold unbreakable dignity in everything you do and say. Your words hold meaning and care for all that is close to you, and utter pride for all that is not. You are a strong shadow, and that is your true form. A shadow among shadows that stands tall when all else fades. You are my shadow, and this I thank you dearly for. I love you, sister.

Arsenic, I know your feelings for me, and do not for one moments hold thoughts that they are not returned on my behalf. Yes, it was love at first sight. You hold eyes of mercury that not even my heart could withstand, you are hot indeed and I did melt for you. And possibly still do. You will always be the closest at holding the key to my heart, do not give up hope for me, or anything you dream to discover. You too hold my love.

Amelia, my dear you are beautiful. I have not known you long but time is not an issue with the bond that I feel connects us. I feel you are like a neice to me, your gorgeously inquisitive attitude and carng eyes never cease to evoke my admiration. Keep your chin up darling and hold instinct near your heart, you have potential to grow into an amazing she-wolf, not that you aren't already in my eyes.

Xavier, I do not know you all that well, but I see many of your intentions and your goodwill. You care for Sealla dearly and that is enough to earn my respect. You hold a good position as the alpha male in this pack, look after your family and I pray you live well and happy.

Kage, what can I say? You are one to be studied. You are the character in this pack that knows how to put a smile on everyone's face, yet you still hold responsibility and an acute sense of care. You risked your life for me and for that you've earned my respect for life and I promise to repay you one day. Look after Amelia, I know you will.

Orca, you're my reminder that life is to be enjoyed. You're smile is utterly contagious and you're simply adorable both inside and out. I will miss those sloppy kisses you loved to share, but I will always carry a part of you with me, and I know you'll do the same for miss Rogue. I bid thee a sloppy goodbye.

Anne, you will always be my little girl. You managed to pick me up when times got rough, you're a strong one and when you're a lycan I know you'll make me and papa proud. Look after papa honey and don't ever lose your smile. I'll always be beside you whenever you need me.

And finally, to you all. I wish to thank you for accepting me as one of your pack. You gave me shelter, food and above all, you gave me love. I am leaving because of recent issues I have caused. The incident with the silver which I do not wish to explain in detail was my fault. It put the pack in danger and risked the life of two lycans that make this pack what it is, Sealla and Kage.

For this I am eternally sorry, but apologies are not enough. Another more personal confusion with emotions at hand has driven me to leave, I am sorry to Arsenic for what I have put him through but once again I feel an apology is not enough. I have resorted to leaving the lands, whether it be forever or an amount of time I have not decided.

Do not worry for me, I have done this much of my life, and this may possibly be for the rest of it. I wish Anne good luck with her turning, and Sealla and Xavier a wonderful wedding. I also congratulate Kage and Amelia and hope all remains better in the tunnels now that I am gone.

All I ask is that you do not follow and despite the pain I've caused, forget me not...

Deepest regards for now and forever,
·Rogue xx

[†Amelia†]

Amelia had sensed Rogue was near so had come out from her chamber to invstigate. As she neared the entrance, in her lycan form, she raised her muzzle up into the air and sniffed. Yes...she was right...Rogue's scent was in the air.

As she reached the entrance she looked around and soon realised that Rogue was no where to be seen. A little bit confused she was about to head back to her chamber when she noticed a piece of parchment, with some flowers.

Cautiously she approached them; Amelia knew something was not right; here was a parchment but no Rogue...she reached out a paw and gently nudged it; half expecting it to bite her hand off.

Amelia sat down beside it and howled loudly for the others to join her; her gut instinct about this was not good and she didn't think she should read it...not alone alone...

She prayed that this parchment did not hold bad news...although she knew it would. Laying down on her belly she waited for the others to arrive. She put her muzzle under her paws and thought about all the worst things that could happen....wishing with all her heart that they would not be true.

[Arsenic]

A large black robed figure made his way threw the dark shadows of the deep tunnels. His metallic eyes shone as if they where light themselves. Arsenic was what he had called himself. His real name lost in the passage of time. As he neared the main chamber a faint sent caught his nose. The sent was one he knew and had begun to love to find, it was that of Rogue the women he loved. But the faintness of it suggested she had come and gone in the night. Arsenic did not understand why she would have done such a thing; He did not know why she did half of what she did to be honest. Arsenic made his way quickly to the source of the sent, that’s when he saw the note with Amelia. The lilac ribbon that was wrapped around a roll of parchment resembled the color of her eyes. Arsenic picked the parchment up and undid the ribbon and let it drift slowly to the floor as he unrolled it and began to read what she had left for them.

Arsenic’s heart ached as he read the parchment, but absolutely felt as if it were to bust when he read

Arsenic, I know your feelings for me, and do not for one moments hold thoughts that they are not returned on my behalf. Yes, it was love at first sight. You hold eyes of mercury that not even my heart could withstand, you are hot indeed and I did melt for you. And possibly still do. You will always be the closest at holding the key to my heart; do not give up hope for me, or anything you dream to discover. You too hold my love.
As well as
Anne, you will always be my little girl. You managed to pick me up when times got rough, you're a strong one and when you're a lycan I know you'll make me and papa proud. Look after papa honey and don't ever lose your smile. I'll always be beside you whenever you need me.
Tears began to well up in his eyes after he read those two parts, but as he reached the bottom three paragraphs the tears started to roll down his face as he read the line that made him ach completely threw I am sorry to Arsenic for what I have put him through but once again I feel an apology is not enough.

Arsenic slipped to his knees as he read the note the lilac ribbon resting between his knees. He stared at the parchment for a long few moments as the tears rolled down his face. He could not understand why she had left but he would respect her wishes and not follow her.

Rogue was the only one save Anne to make him feel the way he did, to feel like he could be happy again. Rogue had been the only girl he ever loved, but the way she had said she loved him back made his heart ach a bit less. Arsenic’s face was stained with tears as he picked up the lilac ribbon and he held it in his hands. ’Rogue my love, I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.’ he sent out to her, over the distance hoping that it would find her.

Arsenic rose from his knees and left the tears on his face. He moved over to a pile of skins and waited for the others to come. He left the note laid next to him on a small pile of skins. The lilac ribbon lying across the parchment which held the words that seemed to break his heart and at the same time make it stronger then it had ever been. He turned to Amelia and spoke only this “I think you should read that, it pertains to you to.”<br>

[Sealla (Retired)]

Rogue had been, she could smell it. But not only that, she could just sense it. Silently padding through her chamber door, she noticed Amelia lying next to a letter with some flowers, moments after, Arsenic appeared. Sealla remained in the shadows, her form becoming one with them.

Before she said anything, Arsenic opened it and read it. It didn’t look good. Arsenic then dropped to his knees. Sealla now didn’t want to read it, especially when his face dropped and pearly tears began to streak their way down his face. No. She couldn’t read it, especially after he’d said it pertained to Amelia too. No doubt Sealla was to read it, but she couldn’t. It was from Rogue; one because Amelia wouldn’t touch it untill the others arrived, two because Rogue left a strong scent wafting from it, and three Arsenic wouldn’t be effected by anyone like this apart from Rogue.

She hadn’t left long, so quickly as she could, she darted through the tunnels, past Amelia and Arsenic, and up the exiting tunnel to the outside world. Her scent grew stronger now as the black she-wolf raced through the muddy, snow-ridden grass. ROGUE!! I CALL YOU, SISTER! COME TO ME! Rogue would have been able to recognise Sealla’s voice from any distance.

But Sealla raced on anyway, following the invisible trail that would hopefully lead her to the white wolf. Unknowing of what was held in the letter.

[†Amelia†]

Amelia watched as Arsenic broke down after reading the letter; now more than ever she did not want to know what it held but it was quite obvious that it wasn't good news.

As Arsenic told her to read the letter Amelia cowarded away from it; her tail between her hind legs and her ears flat to her head; she let out a little whimper.

Then Sealla appeared...but she too was soon gone and Amelia presumed it was to find Rogue.

'You get her Mom! she called, almost like a cheerleader!

[Rogue]

Ooc: (Thank you to those who did reply).

Rogue's left and all the 'said' lycans in the letter haven't even replied once here? She's been gone for a week now. No search threads? No replies? Nothing? ...

~Sniffs and walks out~

[Arsenic]

OOC: Figures a girl says one thing and wants the other -shakes in head in frustration-

[Rogue]

Ooc: Oh? Figures Arsenic doesn't realise Rogue 'might' well be set on leaving for good. Forever.

She's screwed up right now, and I'm trying to form some sort of accident(succeeded)/rescue(succeeded)/drama(unfolding)/shock-return(undecided) plot. I want some action around here and I'm prepared to use Rogue to get it, all I need are characters willing to help/participate.

[Arsenic]

OOC: ok i did figure she might be but i was not sure -shakes head still- women confuse the heck out of me sometimes

but anyway, i could set up a thread for Arsenic to go look for her, was going to a few times but i either forgot later or got to busy

[†Amelia†]

ooc: I was the first person to reply to this thread! Rogue you know Amelia loves you! I was just making it out that Amelia wouldn't want to read the letter and see the bad news...like I wouldn't want to. I would gladly join a 'search party' if someone will do the honors of either reading the letter to Amelia or forcing her to read it! ;D Rogue please come back! Remember our strolls in the forbidden forest? You showed me your den and everything...*sniff*