[It's ya boy with a post-it note! Or a few of them. Somewhere important. Somewhere that can't be overlooked. On your katana? Nope. Stapled to your pants? Guess again.
Congrats Nier because when you rise from your crypt bed in very very early june, there's a few little somethings smack bang on your forehead! (A few? Post-it real estate is pretty sparse, okay. Multiple notes are required.)]
Sorry for this, but I'm leaving for a while. Didn't want to, but someth-
[Note 2.]
something happened and some people I know are gone. They're not responding to calls, messages or
[3!]
anything and something feels wrong. Real wrong. I've still got their scent. I'm taking off to the Wilde to find them.
[4!]
I'm sorry. I got no right to ask but I need you to look after Aerith. Can't take her. Not as a wolf. Please, I know you got your own problems but I don't trust anyone else.
[And finally.]
There's blood in the other room. A lot of it. It's not enough to repay you, I know. But it's something.
- Cloud
[Should Nier deign to look in the kitchen, he should find rows upon rows upon rows of jars of blood occupying ...every corner. There's at least 2 boars worth.
[ when he peels the post-its off of his forehead, he shuffles through each and every one, reading them intently.
there’s a quiet sigh, one that’s a little tired, before he shoves them into the bottom of his drawer.
nier gives it a few days — if only because cloud had said to take care of aerith. but nier decides to make a trek through the wild on one particular evening, where the night is darker than usual, and his katana gleams in the moonlight.
he’s got fleshy scrap of game in hand; one that’s still rare enough to ooze in the palm of your hand, the fur still attached and all. when he notes the presence of a blond haired, silken wolf in the distance, he holds it up for the creature to see. ]
[He'd picked up tracks two or three days ago. It's probably them, he thinks. The animal he became knows it- One is the bootmarks of a heavy man- tall, imposing. The other one is distinct, separate, walking a different direction entirely, light. unsure. Scent is attached to both. Something distinct- something this form equates to feeling, emotion.
It's them. And the creature he was doesn't really know what to do. They're both in entirely different directions- so it darts between them, following one until it jutters out. Running to the other- even if that's miles away, following that until it exhausts. Circling. Running back to the first, finding something new, following and following until the sun comes up, the wolf exhausts itself, sleeping, losing it, and then running back to the previous one. Finding something new, and...
...repeating.
But then, perhaps today? Maybe even at the moment the sun went down, a third scent occupies the ground upon which he treads. Even this creature, with its absence of human thought, has a reliance on pure instinct which makes it know to be wary of the shades. It's seen animals pounced upon, devoured and consumed by the growing shadows in a single, disgusting gulp- and it knows to run and run.
But this is no shade. The third scent is just as strong, just as heady as any of which the wolf associates with the shades- but it's something else, too. It's similar to the two faint ones the wolf is chasing. It's... comforting. known, and a single word comes to the wolf's mind as it takes the scent in. Family.
So as Nier approaches it, it raises its head, tail making a quick circle in a wag as the wolf recognizes the man. His features- the timbre of his voice just as much as the wolf reconizes what he's carrying.
But it doesn't advance. There was a point of which the wolf would launch itself at him, uncaring as to what calamity would befall a man with occupied arms already having a 100 pound wolf fling itself into them, but not this time.
Instead, its tail wags and wags, a low, mournful sound coming from it (A howl, maybe? Or the beginning of one?) before it ducks its head, slinking behind an old, gigantic oak tree.
Growling. The sound of something splintering. Then gasping. Lungs filled with blood, coughing it out before his voice will work. And.]
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early june
Congrats Nier because when you rise from your
cryptbed in very very early june, there's a few little somethings smack bang on your forehead! (A few? Post-it real estate is pretty sparse, okay. Multiple notes are required.)]Sorry for this, but I'm leaving for a while. Didn't want to, but someth-
[Note 2.]
something happened and some people I know are gone. They're not responding to calls, messages or
[3!]
anything and something feels wrong. Real wrong. I've still got their scent. I'm taking off to the Wilde to find them.
[4!]
I'm sorry. I got no right to ask but I need you to look after Aerith. Can't take her. Not as a wolf. Please, I know you got your own problems but I don't trust anyone else.
[And finally.]
There's blood in the other room. A lot of it. It's not enough to repay you, I know. But it's something.
- Cloud
[Should Nier deign to look in the kitchen, he should find rows upon rows upon rows of jars of blood occupying ...every corner. There's at least 2 boars worth.
...That's... something?]
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there’s a quiet sigh, one that’s a little tired, before he shoves them into the bottom of his drawer.
nier gives it a few days — if only because cloud had said to take care of aerith. but nier decides to make a trek through the wild on one particular evening, where the night is darker than usual, and his katana gleams in the moonlight.
he’s got fleshy scrap of game in hand; one that’s still rare enough to ooze in the palm of your hand, the fur still attached and all. when he notes the presence of a blond haired, silken wolf in the distance, he holds it up for the creature to see. ]
Cloud.
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It's them.
And the creature he was doesn't really know what to do. They're both in entirely different directions- so it darts between them, following one until it jutters out. Running to the other- even if that's miles away, following that until it exhausts. Circling. Running back to the first, finding something new, following and following until the sun comes up, the wolf exhausts itself, sleeping, losing it, and then running back to the previous one. Finding something new, and...
...repeating.
But then, perhaps today? Maybe even at the moment the sun went down, a third scent occupies the ground upon which he treads. Even this creature, with its absence of human thought, has a reliance on pure instinct which makes it know to be wary of the shades. It's seen animals pounced upon, devoured and consumed by the growing shadows in a single, disgusting gulp- and it knows to run and run.
But this is no shade. The third scent is just as strong, just as heady as any of which the wolf associates with the shades- but it's something else, too. It's similar to the two faint ones the wolf is chasing. It's... comforting. known, and a single word comes to the wolf's mind as it takes the scent in. Family.
So as Nier approaches it, it raises its head, tail making a quick circle in a wag as the wolf recognizes the man. His features- the timbre of his voice just as much as the wolf reconizes what he's carrying.
But it doesn't advance. There was a point of which the wolf would launch itself at him, uncaring as to what calamity would befall a man with occupied arms already having a 100 pound wolf fling itself into them, but not this time.
Instead, its tail wags and wags, a low, mournful sound coming from it (A howl, maybe? Or the beginning of one?) before it ducks its head, slinking behind an old, gigantic oak tree.
Growling. The sound of something splintering. Then gasping. Lungs filled with blood, coughing it out before his voice will work. And.]
...What're you doing here? Where's Aerith?
[Concern. And lots of it.]