Two Whole Years and Still Looking {OPEN}

[Âłíșōñ]

{Hmmm....I think I'm going to try roleplaying in the first person!!!! }

I sit, staring at the beautiful stars of the clear night sky. Amazing. I've always thought they were beautiful, but with my wolf eyes, I can see them so much better and clearer. I've been sitting here for a while. Maybe an hour. I have no idea what time it is, but I don't care either. All I care about is finding my friend. My friend is the one who saved me from the almost inevitable fate that was once mine; dying. When I was bitten, I was almost killed. Of course, I wasn't, but without my friend, I wouldn't be here today. He saved my life. It's been two years and I'm still looking. Looking hard, and looking vigerously. Not much escapes my view considering my completely white eyes can see everything, but somehow, someway, he's managed to evade me ever since I started looking for him.

I don't know his name. I don't know what he looks like in human form. So how would I find him? I have no idea. I'm just hoping maybe, just maybe, he'll find me. I sigh. Maybe. But how can I be so ignorant? Of course that will not happen! I'm a scholar after all. I should know that the probability of that is very slim. But then again, I thought there was no way werewolves would or could ever exist. Silly me. How can we even be sure anything we've ever heard is true? How can we be sure anything we've ever heard is not true? This is what I do most nights. Sit under the stars, and think. Think hard. Wait. Rewind. I just heard something. I turn my head in the direction I just heard the sound come from and prick my auds forward in curiousity.

[Snaggle]

Stalking through the thick undergrowth, his ears flat against his head and nose flat against the ground, William tracked the scent of the rabbit.
He knew it was a bad habit of his, and that, even as a wolf of his size and level of fitness, he should be hunting much larger creatures.
His thoughts turned briefly to Peri and the young stag in the woods a few days earlier, causing him to wince.
Well...Maybe not that big.

But he liked tracking; it was one of the things he was most good at, and there was always something exciting and almost...chase-like about tracking down a rabbit, the way it leapt and dived through the grass making it a small challenge to capture. Even if William did find himself trying to pretend they weren't quite so...Well...Small...

But, so engrossed was he in not losing his little line of scent, that he barely noticed himself approaching the lone wolf that sat, staring up at the stars, just downwind from him and he padded closer.

[Âłíșōñ]

There. A wolf is walking toward me. I don't think he notices me though. Maybe I could just run and he'll never know I was here...he's a loner and I'm not really in the mood to fight. I get up quietly and I turn, starting to walk away. I allow myself one look back at him and I freeze instantly. It's him. The wolf that saved me. I want to run to him and hug him. But first of all, I have no hands and second of all, I don't think he'll even remember me. I perk my ears forward and flare my nostrils just to make sure my all too hopeful mind isn't playing tricks on me. No. It's not. It's really him. I start to approach him quickly, yet in a way that can not be mistakened. He wiuld easily be able to tell I just want to talk to him.

As I get closer I frown. What if my eyes scare him? I mean, I've never met a wolf with my eyes--or even similar in the slightest way. My eyes are phantom-like. If the thin, barely visable black rings surrounding my cornia and pupil weren't there, you would never know that I even have eyes. I whimper the slightest bit in distress. This drake has been the center of my universe, my being, my dreams, nightmares, and daydreams for two years. And here he is. Finally here before me. But would he recognize me? I flatten my auds to my skull in worry and anticipation. What's going to happen? As soon as I'm relatively close and yet he hasn't noticed me, I give a small yip to get his attention. I catch a whiff of rabbit, but that is defenitally the least of my worries right now.

[Snaggle]

The sudden yip made William jump back slightly, his head jerking up with a look of horror in his eyes as he finally spotted the she-wolf a mere few feet away.
About to stammer out an apology, it struck William suddenly that, now, he had less reason to be afraid; he was in a pack now, after all, and that meant...
well....That meant...
That meant that he, being William, would still stammer out a horrified apology...

"s-s-sorry! Didn't...w-well...didn't s-see you there"

He motioned weakly to the ground with his muzzle, hoping that she understood, and also wasn't tracking the same rabbit as he was.
...He also tried to politely not notice her eyes, which were large and white and really rather unnerving, especially out in the dark.

[Âłíșōñ]

I get a better whiff from him now that I'm closer. He has a pack. But I can't tell which, as it seems he is a new member. Their scent is very vague. I smile at him, he stutters. Most people would probably look down on that but not me--I actually stuttered at times too. But only when I'm nervous or scared or feel pressured. Like now. I haven't spoken yet...but I'm going to talk now. I take a step forward and lower my head a little bit in respect and a little bit of submission. H-hello. I'm Spencer Resnick....you might not remember me, but I remember you. You saved my life--when I was bitten. Two years ago. I've been looking for you ever since...do you remember me? I cock my head in curiousity, wondering if he does. Hoping he does. I take another step forward, appraising him with my blank eyes. He's just how I remember him. Relatively small, but he makes up for it in strength--I can tell. He's so nervous though...how in the world did he manage to attack that werewolf? Let alone kill it? It's actually quite a mystery....and it's something I plan on finding out. I have a feeling we're going to be good friends. I wonder if he feels the same way...?

[Snaggle]

His ears flicked up at her statement, yellow eyes blinking in shock for a few moments as he tried to work out what this stranger was talking about.
Two years ago...That had been around the time William had finally declared himself independent again...Finally able to do things for himself and not rely on the kindness of Hamish Oram and his wife to get the timid man through the day.
Before that had been...Quite a mess.

But this wolf had been...looking? For him? William didn't know whether to feel flattered or terrified as he wracked his brain to remember just what she was talking about.
He'd saved her from being bitten? When was...Was this before...Or did she mean that he himself had bitten her?

This thought made him whimper and take a small step backwards, remembering how often the inner wolf had taken complete hold of him when he had first been bitten, leaving him a mindless animal.

"M-miss...R-Resnick? Y-You must have me confused w-with someone else...I-I mean I hardly...."

But you do remember, whispered a small part of mind; you're just scared to say you do, scared to remember something so terrifying as attacking another werewolf.
Scared to realise that you failed to save a human life...

[Âłíșōñ]

I frown. This isn't supposed to be how my reunion with my savior was supposed to go. He was supposed to remember. Supposed to be my best friend. Instead, he doesn't remember. He must think I'm mad. I just recognized the true essence of his voice. He's from England as well. He smells nothing like it though, so obviously it's been quite a while since he's been there. My wolfy lips frown deeper as I emit a barely audible whimper. I had been searching for him for so long! Wait. What if somehow I confused the scent? What if this really isn't the wolf that saved me and just a wolf that had crossed paths with my guardian and--being a new wolf--I followed and committed this wolf's scent to memory instead of my friend's...? But I'm not going to let myself think that. This is him. I know it.

I walk toward him and sit inches away from him. I blink, twice. Three times. Four. I decide that since he is so shy, maybe he doesn't want the credit for saving my life. I sigh and make another decision. Whether he is the one who saved me lr not, I'm going to thank him. Listen, whether you remember or not, I know you were the one who saved my life--and I've been looking for you for two years so that I could thank you and tell you that I will be eternally greatful. I will owe you for the rest of my life. I really will.

[/b] As I finish talking I listen to my voice. Even in my head I still have an incredibly strong English accent. But not as strong as my physical voice. It is very obvious I spent most of my life in England. I still have my accent--and honestly I'm proud of that.[/center]

[Snaggle]

Listening to the wolf's words, William found a small part of him giving up in sympathy for the wolf; if what she said was true, and he had done...What she said he had done...then they were still...
Well...They were almost the same;
Both English, Both attacked in a strange foreign land by nightmarish creatures that had left them both...Changed.

He wondered if this she-wolf had chosen to stay, just as he had; felt compelled to stay.
He certainly knew how that felt.
Take a small step towards her, he flicked his ears back and gently sat down beside her, his head down.

"I-I...Y-You d-don't have t-to feel...heh...I-I mean...I-if I really did...T-then I hardly remember..."

He trailed off, realising that he sounded a complete heartless git, when this wolf sounded so sincere and kind.

"S-sorry...I-I...Thank you"

[Âłíșōñ]

I cock my head to the side. How would he not be able to remember? It wasn't that long ago...but maybe it was traumatic for him. Or maybe he was one of the many wolves that I heard of that loose their control when they change. I sigh. Then when he says thank you I hack a little in surprise. Why in the world would he be thanking me?! I look at him, dumbfounded. Why are you thanking me? I didn't save your life--you saved mine. I'm the one who should be saying thank you--even if I already did. Why are you thanking me

[Snaggle]

William jumped at the wolf's shrill exclamation, flattening his ears against the sides of his furry head.

"Y-you s-sound like y-you've been looking f-for so long..."

He managed, sounding equally as shrill, trying to apologise for his inadequacy as any kind of hero she might have conjured up.
She needed someone big and brave and strong to have saved her, not...Him...
William was nothing if not a rather huge disappointment in many respects.

"...A-and now you've f-found me...A-and y-you're not...I-I mean...Y-you t-thanked me..."

If he had been human, he would have blushed at this point, as it was, he settled for lowering his head in an embarrassed manner.

[Âłíșōñ]

I purse my wolfy lips as I examine him. He's right. I have been looking for so long. I sigh, still not thinking that's a valid reason for him to thank me, but I let it go. He looks like I scared the hell out of 'em. Oh. Now he looks embarressed. I cock my head again but this time the opposite way. He confuses me. It's a major change. Nothing confuses me. It's actually quite frustrating. But it's a good change. It will compell me to put the puzzle together. I open my mouth, about to speak, but nothing comes out. I try again and I manage to choke out, Sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset.

[Snaggle]

Looking up again, William bared his fangs in what he hoped was an apologetic smile; again wishing he'd taken the wolf's sudden news better than he had.
But it had been a shock.

"N-no...I-I'm the one who s-should be sorry- i-it was just a shock...t-that's all"

He explained softly, flicking his tail back and forth in the grass, making it rustle.

"heh...i-it's...h-hardly something one hears e-every day..."

[Âłíșōñ]

I laugh. This wolf is funny. Then I realize something. What is your name? I've been calling you by many names and titles such as my 'friend', 'guardian angel', and 'savior', but now I want to call you by your actual name.

[/i] I jut my head forward the slightest but to make sure I hear it right. It is very important to me that I know my savior's actual name. I wag my tail a little with excitement. He's very nice. I hope we end up good friends. I would want nothing more or less. Just good friends.[/center]

[Snaggle]

Relaxing just a little at her laugh, William found himself chuckling at the names the wolf admitted calling him; titles that seemed a tad fanciful and heroic for the small, dumpy wolf the poor girl had eventually tracked down.

"William, W-William Hughes"

He replied, flicking his ears slightly, realising that he hadn't caught her name either. Here they were, discussing such matters, without a clue of what to call no another. It was almost funny.

"...A-and you? I-I must say; i-it's been rather a long while s-since I met s-someone else from England..."

[Âłíșōñ]

I smile at his words. William Hughes. What a nice name. I nod thoughtfully and then he asks me what my name is. I smile again and say, Spencer Resnick. But you can call me Spencer or Spenc. I like both.

[/i] My blank white orbs watch him. My pointy ears listen to him. My nose smells him. All together they guage his reaction. I wonder what he really thinks of me. Do my eyes scare him? They scare most people. I mean it's not very often when you come upon a wolf with blank white eyes and the only indication that I am not blind are the thin black circles that surround the different areas of my eyes.[/center]

{Sorry it's so short...I'm on my iPod and my fingers hurt. Lol xD}