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Post by Sivoncé™ on Oct 28, 2008 17:05:09 GMT -5
A white, snowy head rested on rough, crumbling leaves and moss that itched and scratched terribly. She burrowed her face under her frost-painted paws, shivering, turning over, prodding at the mess of crunchy debris underneath her in hopes of finding comfort sometime soon. Groaning, she rose and padded outside, hissing with irritance as she padded out into the cold, heavily misted atmosphere that could barely be called the Siverian Camp.
What happened to this place?
What happened to us?
We're all so secretive, so kept to ourselves, so desperate for true, pure oxygen --- there's none here that I can taste.
She wrinkled her nose and shivered again, her winter pelt not yet giving her protection against the sharp plummet of recent temperatures.
Well. This just really sucks.
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Post by Destiny on Nov 1, 2008 13:19:20 GMT -5
Midnight washed creature slunk backwards into the shadows. The dark, wicked smoke attacked nostrils. Throat throbbed, begging for another delicious taste of real, true air again. Topaz eyes overflowed with the crystalline liquid that was tears as the irritating smoke stung it. In her head, the wolf thought that maybe she was going blind. Whether or not this is true is currently unknown. Life has a funny way of playing tricks on those who don't seem to enjoy it. This one, did indeed, not enjoy it.
The fae was not at home within the Siverian Camp, or anywhere that existed for that matter. With Sunblaze and Thite, mother and father, dead, and her sisters gone from life as well, as far as she knew, there was little to nothing left for Yoru.
Thite, Sunblaze, Ronin, Belle, Faith, Kojo, they're all gone... My sisters... gone... Fate, Hope.. ...gone... Shadow Walker, New Moon.. The haunters of my nightmares, and my dreams.. gone.. everyone that I ever cared about... gone.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 1, 2008 14:17:44 GMT -5
Freya's head turned slightly, inclined towards the wolven creature that arrived only a few feet away from her. She was familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. Freya knew this wolf, of course ; Yoru, a Siverian. But she did not know her in the respect that they had spoken or shared words much before.
The other wolf looked sickly in the dim light. Not a big surprise -- the smoke has been getting to a lot of wolves. I hope she's okay, though -- I wonder if she's seen Magic?
Freya winced automatically, thoughts drifting to her lost friend Annelise without her willing them to.
It'll be fine. They'll find her.
"Hey, Yoru -- are you all right?" She woofed, still concerned for the other wolf and determined to rid her head of her own problems. I can't afford to fall into a slump right now...the pack needs me....
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Post by Destiny on Nov 1, 2008 15:32:25 GMT -5
The wolf the age of a wolven warrior's head shot up so quickly at the sound of her name that there was a loud cracking. Apparently, she didn't move much now a-days. Ah well, it was no harm anyway. "You actually know my name?" The bitter growl of a voice was raspy, exhausted. Not used to use. Yoru was still fit, no fat on her, but plenty of muscle. The female hunted, or tried to, every single day, and only ate when she could bring something home for the pack to share. Not for any particular reason, that's just the way it was for her. "...No, I'm not alright."
The wolf turned away from Freya, huddling into the dark, trying to make herself as small and not noticeable as was possible. Fire singed, ash covered fur stood on end. For no particular reason. "I've never been alright."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 1, 2008 15:49:33 GMT -5
Freya, a bit disconcerted by the female's attitude, but also resigned to figuring out what exactly was ailing Yoru, padded a few steps closer to the wolf. "Yoru....I never see you around much, but when I do, you're always by yourself. You hunt for the pack, you give them all of your skills....any yet it feels like all we do is take instead of give back. It shouldn't be that way....it's not supposed to be that way, and you know what? From now on, it won't be. Next time you hunt, I'll be with you," she woofed.
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Post by Destiny on Nov 2, 2008 9:42:02 GMT -5
Though the words all sunk in, Yoru simply turned her haunted gaze upon Freya and shook her head. "You just don't get it." Pulling herself up, shaking some of the ashes off her silky, dark canvas of midnight, Yoru stared at Freya for a few long moments. "I'm not a pack wolf, I was never truly accepted by anyone here, and I only came here to escape the life that no longer exists for me to go back to because they're all dead. I'm not meant to be one of you! My destiny is not here! Can't you see that?" Pained, hurting from having to remember things again, from having to talk about them, the fae turned away from her 'pack mate'.
Paws carried Yoru towards the camp entrance, or exit in this case. Another hunt? That was what she did every single time she needed out. The female never stopped to think that Freya might keep her word, and come with.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 2, 2008 12:23:50 GMT -5
Freya sighed, turning her gaze away and biting her tongue so as not to tear up.
Destiny.....another wolf under the impression that it has the power to bend us and bind us. Perhaps it does, but not in all respects....things don't always go the way predicted.
She smiled a half-hearted smile, then, and picked hersself up. Fate? No. She was just keeping her promise.
She sped up so that she was walking side-by-side with the other she-wolf. She glanced at Yoru, not sure if she should speak or not. This female most definitly was in need of a good vent, so it would probably be good to wait until she'd deflated a bit before saying anything that was truly sensible....
"Really? That's strange. Wolves always speak of their written paths in stars....but me...." Freya grinned as the smoke danced and swirled aimlessly around them. "...I always said mine was in mist; everchanging, unprecedented, unpredictable. Now tell me, Yoru: which ink for your history do you prefer, stardust or mist?"
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Post by Destiny on Nov 4, 2008 14:43:51 GMT -5
One sunset tipped ear flickered the slightest bit as Freya seemed to be coming along. Eyes set their sights on some random rock, paw reached out and sent it flying about twenty feet away, disappearing into the darkness. What do I prefer? Suddenly, the female was sprinting, leaping over the foliage. Fog almost seemed to part in front of her, but this was not quite so. "Neither!" The call was a little off. "I prefer... fog!"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 4, 2008 21:53:40 GMT -5
"Exactly!" Freya woofed, ears twitching and paws picking up the pace a bit as she followed after Yoru. She paused when she caught up with the female once more, barking to her briefly, "so, really then, now that you know....why not start a new story? You can write the old one with your new ink, but it doesn't taste quite the same -- bitter sometimes. And still, without the bitter, there would never be sweet." Freya shrugged, then froze, senses working fast as a tiny, frail heartbeat was detected in the foggy haze -- a ferret. A lost, miserable ferret.
Well, I guess it will do to feed a bearer or senior, and put the poor thing away from misery forever....
She prowled forth, eyes set forward, prepared to spring.
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- New Moon, Shadow Walker
