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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 15, 2008 17:59:26 GMT -5
The tall, slim physique of a female warrior entered the shimmering clearing. Her pelt was long, carefree, thin. It was curiously colored, a thick, soft undercoat of red fur, and an uppercoat of blue-silver that gave her and eerie, violet appearence. Similarly, her eyes were the color of nightshade petals, purple rings around dark orbs. Her beauty and namesake.
The femme in the clearing was truly a sight to see. Her rare appearence coupled with the luscious greenery and newborn grasses was simply breathtaking. To the males of her pack, the males with no boundaries, and to one who hunted through these very lands. To others, she was as lethal and dangerous as the poison she held in her gaze. She did not belong here. But when did flowers grow where those who trod over them wanted them to blossom?
Nightshade was there for one wolf, one wolf alone. The betess' mate was her mirror image in all but three simple features, besides appearence, that drew them close to one another: he was a male, he was a Yozoran, and he was more loyal than she.
She hid among the vines and herbs, like Juliet awaiting her lover on the balcony.
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Post by Destiny on Jun 16, 2008 13:46:32 GMT -5
It was hot on the canvas that glittered with hues of alabaster that seemed out-of-place upon coat of soot and dirt with splashes of ashen night. A perfectly imperfect pelt. Every so often a ray of the golden light would seep through the far up canopy of the tight packed overgrowth. A splash of light here, another there, then absolute darkness. Of course, nothing in the known world can last forever and ever. The close grown trunks slowly began to grow farther apart, first by centimeters, then by feet. Eventually where once light had been difficult to find now it was the shadows which could hardly be located. Never the less the creature remained concealed as it weaved a zig-zag path, crossing over its own trail a million and one times. " Hey, don't write yourself off yet.It's only in your head you feel left out or looked down on.Just try your best, try everything you can. And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away." As the vocals seeped from the scarcely parted maw an overflow of emotion poured with them. Joy? Definitely. Something that hinted towards an infatuation with a divine fae? Certainly. Resentment for the simple fact that they could not always be together? Probably. Agony, caused by the common hunger spasms? Likely.
Onwards, onwards. Never turning back until the paws which had grown medium to large in perimeter had guided the figure into the glorious Ivy Clearing. Momentarily it ceased all movement, except for the slight movements of maw as more words seeped from its maw. And the rise and fall of muscular chest that must occur with the process of breathing. " It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle, it'll up the ride. Everything will be just fine, everything will be alright. Hey, you know they're all the same. You know you're doing better on your own, so don't buy in. Live right now." The words had been taught to the brute many moons ago, by an old friend. The name escaped him at the moment, however.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 20, 2008 15:34:59 GMT -5
Sweet song filled the fae's ears, but not that of the young sparrows or mourning doves. The deep, longing vocals of one she would never forget, and always remember.
"And just be yourself," came her answering call, softly, but enough for him to hear. "It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else." She emerged from her hiding place behind the vines and padded slowly across the joyous clearing, tail tracing along Iver's spine, then resting once more in its place. She buried her head in his shoulder, inhaling his familiar cologne, his intoxicating comfort, and the warmth of his love.
I never want to leave this place again. Ever.
But she knew, by the biting agony in her chest, that this one desperate desire of hers would never be a reality until they both met their demise. And she was still needed by the ground her paws rested on, still needed by the pack she served. There would come a time when she would have to face her destiny or turn away and run from it. This she knew, but she did not embrace it. The time of decision was not yet upon them, but it was creeping ever so near, brushing their cheeks and whispering in their ears.
Lyell had spotted the two from a small break in the green encasement that was Ivy's Clearing. He thanked the heavens that the wind was blowing their scents towards him instead of his own towards the other wolves. Just to be sure, he'd rolled in garlic before proceeding any closer. He crouched as low as he could in the tall grasses, auds perked towards the clearing and optics searching the two from the spaces between the fragile blades of grass.
Iver...be careful. If Light does not yet know what you're up to, this could be a bit risky. Well, this whole thing is risky. I suppose we all have to be wreckless sometimes. This is for the better -- Nightshade is one of the most fit warriors for the job of beta. Mystic is too young to take Nightshade's place...and she'll be torn by the death of her mother. This is utterly perfect. Though I do wish this war would work out in a less violent, dark way. It doesn't matter now. All that matters is keeping our pack safe.
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Post by Destiny on Jun 22, 2008 21:45:56 GMT -5
The chill crept along his spine like the icy lash of a winter wind. Or not. It was a completely different feeling. It was soothing and warmed to the very core. The flesh would shiver and the heart flutter at the touch of beautiful Nightshade. Reply to the vocals which had been spoken was hoped for, to say the least, but not completely expected. Nightshade and he were breaking more then one rule just by being together. Just by being in love. And Iver knew that his heart would always swell to the point where it felt like bursting at the mere aroma or image of this divine creature. And he knew that the love he felt towards her would be everlasting.
The beta did not know of Lyell's presence so near. The wind was blowing in the wrong direction, and this worried him slightly, as a wolf who happened to be near might catch his love's scent. Iver did not want to so much as ponder the consequences of their meeting, nor what might happen if Nightshade was caught here. What he might have to do if they, she, were attacked. The thoughts he expelled from his mind. Everything but Nightshade was expelled. "My sweet, sweet Nightshade, I've missed you so." The words sounded a little strange from his maw, yet perfectly natural. They were the words of his soul. They were the words that were for her ears only.
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- New Moon, Shadow Walker
