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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 2, 2008 20:09:08 GMT -5
The black fae sprinted through the flatlands, breathing heavy. She halted in the middle of the grassy field, sighing and flopping down among the weeds. She rolled onto her back, gazing up at the royal blue sky above her. Winter chill was still apparent, but it had subsided briefly the other day. She couldn't help but love and long for the summer nights...running around crazily just was more fun in the summertime. She supposed it had also been more fun last summer because she'd had Blue Moon. Now, she was alone.
Mystic's aunt had died the same day of her birth. Her father had passed six moons later. Silentfire had died the same day. And then, a moon after all of this, Blue Moon had left to go live with Faun in Grey Mist. Blue Moon hadn't fit in well, but he'd fallen in stupid, stupid puppy love. So he and his new girlfriend, Carolina, had come to the Silverites. They'd been taken in temporarily. When the journey was over, they would be given more consideration.
Blue Moon had not survived the journey.
And Carolina had fled to her birth pack, knowing full well that her breif infatuation had been nowhere close to love. And if it had, it had dwindled the moment she'd left her home.
Mystic still had her mother, Nightshade. But Nightshade was a busy beaver, lately. She had another neophyte and was now pack beta.
Mystic was alone.
It made her sad, but she'd accepted it as the truth. She was simply not to be loved.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 2, 2008 21:28:00 GMT -5
A dark gray figure padded through the woods, eyes aimed and locked on his paws. His father was dead... and his mother was gone. And where was his sister? He didn't know that either...
Are they dead?
No, he couldn't think that... but the possibilities were running out. Lance always expected his mother to return, like last time... but his sister too? It was becoming to much to bear.
The wolf glanced up, and saw Mystic ahead. Too shy to speak, Lance simply watched from where he crawled through the bushes.
...why does she look so sad?
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 2, 2008 21:36:00 GMT -5
Mystic's ears flicked slightly as a the scent of a newcomer came to her nose. She turned her head, spotting a bit of grey fur among the bushes. "Lance?" she guessed. I wonder what he's doing out here alone? I didn't think anybody but me came out here...
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 2, 2008 21:39:28 GMT -5
Lance lowered his head, but decided to emerge. She already knows I'm here...
"Yeah, it's me," he murmured, stepping from the shadows.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 2, 2008 21:57:08 GMT -5
Mystic studied him curiously. Instead of questioning him, she nodded to the space beside her, gesturing for him to join her. She leaned back and stared up at the heavens, painted so beautifully by the aurora.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 2, 2008 22:05:40 GMT -5
Slightly taken aback, Lance hesitated for a moment... and then decided to oblige once more, settling himself beside his packmate. He stared up at the stars, and sighed.
"The sky is beatiful tonight..."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 2, 2008 22:08:48 GMT -5
"Hm," Mystic agreed, smiling widely. "Oh, look! See that cluter right there? It looks...it looks like a..." she paused, then breathed softly, "...like a wedding cake!"
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 2, 2008 22:14:32 GMT -5
(I wonder... XD) Lance titled his head, staring at the constellation. "...what do you know-- it does look like a wedding cake!" he woofed, studying the group of stars. "I wonder if some Twilight wolves are getting married or something," he joked.  |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 2, 2008 22:23:17 GMT -5
Mystic let out the smallest of giggles. "Marrige seems...meaningless! I mean really...why limit love and make it formal? Heck, I don't think it would matter much at all if we married ourselves!" She wighed, wondering why she felt so...alive? She was always terribly shy. Why so social with Lance?
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 2, 2008 22:27:09 GMT -5
Lance smiled, which had been a rarity for him since his family's seperation. "Want to go ahead and marry yourself? We can do it now... I'll be the priest." He rolled his eyes to emphasize his sarcasm.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 2, 2008 22:31:34 GMT -5
Mystic glanced at him, seriousness apparent. "Of course I do!" She let out another small laugh to show her joke. "No, really, let's go right ahead! And when I die, I'll be beholden to nothing and no one but myself!"
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 2, 2008 22:38:36 GMT -5
There was less humor in his eyes, but he stil tried to act lighthearted. "Do you take yourself to be your... self in sickness and in health, 'til death do you part?"
He raised his voice until it was loud and clear, as if it were formal.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 2, 2008 22:40:46 GMT -5
"I daresay I do!" She excalimed, tone serious still, but eyes flickering with amusement. "And do you, Lance, take yourself to be...er...yourself in sickness and in health?"
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Feb 2, 2008 22:48:19 GMT -5
"'til death!" he replied, almost cheerfully. He narrowed his eyes playfully, and recited the final words. "You my now nip yourself."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Feb 2, 2008 23:01:15 GMT -5
"I'll nip myself when you nip yourself!" Mystic retorted, amused. She glanced at the cluster of stars, noting it was now illuminated gold. "That's odd..."
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
