My Turn (Open) ((Iver's Lives))

[Destiny]

The brute looked pretty damn tired, and hungry. Though the prey was not quite as scarce as it had been, he was still not eating. However, now it was more out of depression and denile then anything else.

Iver had always known that their love would be tested. Tested to the greatest of limits. Their patience, their devotion and their loyalty. Was Twilight testing it all? That's how it seemed. That's how it felt.

The brute dropped himself at the Eternal Tree. "I guess... It's my turn..." And with that he closed his eyes, and waited.

[Sivoncé™]

The Twilight Realm was still, waiting. A warm breeze blew across the summer realm, as Feather had seen to it that every corner was warmed and heated.
A single wolf waited in front of Iver, pelt a light, orang-brown. "Hello, Iver." It seemed he was struggling to keep his voice flat. "Are you ready to receive your lives?"

[Destiny]

The brute opened his eyes to see that he was in the Twilight Realm. "...I'm...ready." He didn't exactly 'hesitate', but the reply was not immediate. The brute was still unsure whether or not he could trust himself. Iver studied the wolf before him, but, for the moment, could not place him.

[Sivoncé™]

A dark smile crossed the brute's face. He released the anger that was burning inside of him, and it roared to life like wildfire in his eyes. He was a Siverian...well, more like a Silver Mist wolf. "Then, allow me to give your undeserving spirit the gift of forethought. For the sake of all the lives that are now entrusted to you, and for the sake of my lover who feels she's betrayed me because of the dirty games you played....for every wolf who's ever met you, use this gift to think through the consequences. Consider the wants and needs for the whole of the pack. Not just for yourself." He voice was acidic and unforgiving. He burned his mark into Iver, then vanished.

He was replaced by a tired looking female. At first, her silver-blue gleam would've hinted Siveria, but the air did not grow colder, the surfaces were not swirling with winter's breath. She stood, and padded over to Iver. "I have many names, but the one I died with was Siveria Nightshade. Long, I suppose, but it's better than being torn in half." Her gaze was weary, but empathetic. "I give you the gift of judgement. Use it well in every decision you have to make. For yourself, and for your pack." She touched her nose lightly to his, then vanished.

[Destiny]

The brute trembled as the first wolf marked him. But the agony was more in his heart then anything else.
If I had to choose...
What would I pick...
For once, he wasn't so sure of the answer. For once, he didn't know what to do. His loyalty for his pack, to his pack mates, burned strong in him. But so did his love for Nightshade, and his wish to never be away from her side.
Forethought..
I certainly need it.
The second gift was one he needed to, and he jerked his head up when the femme spoke.
Siveria Nightshade..
I think I've heard of you..
But I can't remember...
Judgment...
I need that one to.

The third wolf was a young brute. His pelt shimmered, and his eyes glowed. But there was an exhaustion there, carried with him. This brute had been born a Blood Mist wolf, and he'd died one. "I ended my life as Lust, and I carried lust with me throughout it. The gift I give is sympathy. Trust me, you'll need it more then you think." The brute gave Iver a little shove with his paw, making sure the gift was given, and dissapeared.

Sympathy...
What a strange gift...

[Sivoncé™]

"Well, you don't exactly attract a friendly crowd! Oak? Siveria Nightshade? Lust? Well, Sivvy Nightshade doesn't mean any harm, but she's rarely seen...or so I've learned." The white wolf who now materialized before Iver was a true startle, a shock. Before, Mist had been nothing but the remnants of her own shadows. Now, she was shimmering, glowing, not only like the other wolves, but her pelt had regaied it's sheen and vigor. Her eyes were gleaming once more, free of pain, free of torment. "I give you the gift of compromise. Use it in your dealings with other packs and in conflicts within your pack." She touched her nose lightly to Iver's, then faded as the other's had done.

[silverpelt12]

A beautiful black, silver, and white femmora appered, her eyes like the hope diamond in color. She approched her former beta and blinked her eyes gently, she had been killed by the plague. Xeria's maw curled into a gentle smile and she woofed gently, "Hello Iver," her eyes glittered and she touched her nose to his, "With this life, I give you strength, to bring you through hard times, both physically and mental, and to help you defend your pack in battle." she pulled back and winked to the new alpha, "Use it wisely," she woofed and stepped back from him.

[Destiny]

Compromise...
Interesting choice.
The voice seemed eerily familier. The new alpha brought his head, which had been dipped in respect, up to look at the wolf. "..Mist..? But... your supposed to be alive..." This new knowledge, that Mist was now dead, shocked the young wolf. So, Seidai was alpha now? But how had Mist died? So many questions, but the former alphess had already faded.

The next wolf didn't seem quite as familier, yet she was. As he was given the gift of strength, her voice was recognized. Xeria, a former packmate.
I'll need strength.
Definetaly.

A large ebony brute materialzed. "I give you the gift of questioning. Never leave something important unasked, and know when not to ask something." There was regret in Nuka's eyes, as if he were remembering questions he did not wish to know the answers to. Things he wished he had not asked, and things he wished he had. The brute gently touched Iver's forhead, and his sorrow coated figure dissapeared.

[Sivoncé™]

The clearing was still, for a moment. It seemed to be watching Iver, as if making a final judgement.

And then she came.

Mira didn't know how she'd gotten there exactly;; she'd been fighting to the death what seemed to be minutes before...but what had happened above while she and Lily, death flower, had tumbled in the burning forges of hell? Never the matter. Iver was awaiting her gift.
She was new again, the young alphess she'd been when she'd led her mountain pack. Of course, Iver would know her, of her story, but not of her true self. He'd only met the wolf she'd posed as for so long, not Mira. "Hello, Iver. My name is Mira, formerly Silence. With this gift..." she hesitated, as if confirming her decision inwardly, "..I give you healing. Use it to trust in your ancestors, your healers, and most importantly, to seal wounds caused by emotional trauma. All for yourself....and your pack."

[Destiny]

The brute was stunned into complete silence at the wolf who came after the sad looking brute with the gift of questioning.
Silence?
She had been a senior of his pack, and he knew the story well. He'd heard it told many a time.
Mira..pretty name.
The brute dipped his head in thanks. The gift would be treasured, just like the others. He would try to use it well.

Soot appeared nearby, but the brute did not advance. Nor did he speak. For a moment, he seemed turned to stone. His eyes were cold, unfeeling. Truly, he looked like a statue. "My gift to you is wisdom. You'll need it, as clearly you have none." Then the former pack mate was gone.

Iver shuddered at the sight of Soot. He remembered the wolf all to well. And he remembered his death even more clearly.
I almost went with him.

[Sivoncé™]

Raven appeared after her mate, pelt now flowing glossy and black like the old days, before her death. She'd been one of the first to fall victim to the illness. "Iver, I give you the gift of ferocity," the deceased queen snarled, something that had been characteristic for her...except around her family. "Use it to protect your pack like a mother would her pups," these words had a special meaning for Raven, and it reflected in her dark eyes as she touched her nose to his. She, as had MIra, faded.

[Destiny]

Iver felt the power of the gift from Raven, harsher then the other's, though not in the cold way Soot's had been. He could feel all these gifts pulsing through him, each bringing with it another life he would get to live.

A brute, his muzzle still showing the grey hairs that had come from stress and such in life, materialized after a few heart beats. His eyes held torment, and it was clear that even in death he was not at peace with the world. "From me you receive the gift of peace." He touched his scarred nose to Iver's before dissapearing.

[Sivoncé™]

Robin appeared next, her sweet scent filling the realm. Her gaze was not mournful, nor sad. She'd found her peace at death, luckily -- the Twilight Realm had been enough to settle her heartaches. "Iver, I give you the gift of love. Use it to care for those you hold dear, your family, your pack, your mate," her eyes seemed to gleam with a special meaning, "even when death seperates you, like it has done with me from my dear pack, love will hold you to them. Always." She touched his nose lightly and vanished.

[Destiny]

Iver did not recognize the ebony brute with the graying muzzle, but he did know the scent he carried in death. It was a mixture of Black Mist and Loner, though the Black Mist scent was very light. Robin was a much more familiar sight, and he knew there was meaning in the word 'mate' as she spoke. Did she believe he patch things up with his love?

The final wolf was an ebony colored fae. Her claws and fangs were still bloodstained, her eyes still tormented, her mind still a mess. "I give you the gift of loyalty. Loyalty to your pack, to your duties, to the Twilight Realm, and, to your mate, your lover." Her tortured eyes glimmered and she dissapeared.

The brute awoke then, after receiving his final life. He rose, but did not head immediately back to his pack. He just sort of, wandered off.

[Sivoncé™]

"he just sort of wandered off..."

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