Roses are Red (Danceul)

[Sivoncé™]

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Damien and Sanceul,
Are sexy and cute <3

It rhymes if you drink fanta.

The night was comfortable with a warm summer breeze to ruffle one's pelt and send ripples across the glass surface of the Twilight Lake. The moon was a bright, full, and bountiful orb in the night sky. The aurora blazed vivdly against the onyx of the heavens. Stars winked flirtaciously at the far-away spectators of earth, but unfortunately for their admirers, there was too much universe to take in for any of them to spend too long blinking at a single creature. Below the shifting, restless layers of atmosphere was a wolf who seemed to come from the sky itself; his pelt matched the black cover of the skies, and and flikcers of silver starshine bled through over the black. He tilted his head to the stars and sang out a haunting, euphoric melody into the world. Behind him, his tail wagged furiously, for the winds brought with them the promise of Sanceul and her sweet scent.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Dusk had been too late in falling, but it had been worth the wait. The brilliance of the map above their skulls radiated nothing short of perfection in their glistening spectrum.
Moonlight bathed her coat in an affectionate embrace, her already ivory pelt radiating a ghostly aurora that she lacked during the heat of day. But it enveloped her, and she looked no less real because of it. Her starlit suitor beckoned her onward with a sweet lullaby, and she tilted her head to return the call. It was a carefree night; a beautiful, majestic night, as have all the evenings since that particular afternoon not too long ago.
Even as the lively invitation stirred the silence, nothing could seem to disturb the absolute resignation that soothed her soul. It was peace of mind, and more.
So, this is love?
Gaining speed, Sanceul saw the lustrous figure of her target, and strode up to meet him. She approached from behind, a sort of light jump to her trot that willed her to continue running. She could run forever, it would seem.
Well, love and corniness. Sweet, delicious corniness. But I can live with that.

[Sheera]

Legs shaking with a mixture of defiance for her lack of ability to feed her starving body and newborn exhaustion from the lengthy run, the charcoal stained she-wolf continued to countered her shivering legs with a strong, endless gate. She made a point to ignore the vertigo that pulled at her ears, threatening to take her right to stand.
Scents tickled her nose, some stale and aged (like cheese?) others stronger and two particularly fresh, recent-- no, current.
Oh, lord. Do I get to stop playing hero, now?
Red and white, well, how could should tell? It had suddenly become night from her journey from the pale morning-bathed thread to this probably-meant-to-be-private thread, proving that she was clearly running much slower than she had been aware of. Would Lucifer remain alive in the morning of the wanderer's land as Tylani leaped through the timezone and searched for Sanceul next to Twilight Lake? Only her return to the morning of the thread he lie dying within will reveal.
"Sanceul," she called uncertainly, voice breathless from the run.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((rofl, ‘tis an emergency! We shall use ze flux capacitor!))

The evening bliss vowed sweet promises of good intentions and tranquility to come. For once, the earth was not skewed, and the goals of the night stung with a blatant clarity. Live. Of course, the night—as it often did—deceived her, and announced its true nature with a single utterance of the tongue.
Sanceul swerved to face the source of the disturbance, ear twitching. Her wary gaze narrowed, the mesmerizing thoughts of Damien shouldered aside for a brief second of uncertainty. Some section of her mind relaxed when no familiar face edged onto the horizon, but she remained tense all the same. After the recent incidents with Babylonia, Ene, and Blood, not even strangers could be treated lightly.
At the very least, she was somewhat grateful that this particular fae did not harbor the reek of Hellfirian.
Taking a single step towards Damien, and noting the exhausted (and thus less threatening) position of the fae, Sanceul managed to bring voice to her thoughts. “You are none I recognize. How do you know my name?”

[Sheera]

Shivering as the night air tickled her heaving ribs, cutting through the thin layer of skin that separated them from the outside, the she-wolf struggled to hold her aching body upright, eyes flickering lazily to the inviting earth below her. Wrestling her body's urge to give up, to punish her for not being skilled enough to feed it sufficient energy, Ty fought back the cloaks of black that clouded her vision and threatened to take away her right to stand conscious.
Fighting the exhaustion, she quickly calmed herself, putting together the words in her mind so that it would come out clear and understandable.
"Sanceul, and friend, I must tell you of the downfall of Lucifer. He has been terribly hurt in a short but brutal brawl with a fellow wolf. Bleeding from the head, awfully, his wounds are quickly fighting to claim his life," her words were clear, firm and laced with accents of faraway lands, "he told me, with all his might, to fetch Sanceul, healer, red and white, and I ask for you to hurry and follow me back to this fallen fellow."

[Sivoncé™]

Sanceul.
His eyes rolled gently shut as he inhaled that sweet, breathtaking scent. His ears twitched as her running pawsteps neared him. Slowly, he turned to greet her. The grin she would find on his face was large enough to swallow the sky, or at least pull at the limits of his lips with happiness that lacked such boundaries. His copper eyes smoldered at the sight of her -- of his own joys mirrored in her. As she came, he leaned forward in a wolfish sort of embrace. His tail began to wag like a newborn pup who's only first opened his eyes to the beauty that is life.
Another scent touched his nose -- a foreign, intrusive aroma that tainted the perfectness of the moment. As he drew out of their embrace, his eyes landed on the stranger. Words tumbled out of her mouth in a sudden flow -- words with strange placements, words that were, perhaps, overly polite. Still, his eyes narrowed several degrees and he remained close to Sanceul, calculating the disheveled newcomer.
Lucifer?
Damien blinked to Sanceul, eyes curious. "It's your choice, love. I don't know him well enough to discern if he would reincarnate or not but...do you think you'd be able to help him?" Though he found Lucifer rather distasteful, he was an ally -- that much had been proven. While he did not wholeheartedly like the situation -- some stranger whisking them away in the midst of their romance -- he certainly didn't want the wolf to die, either. But if someone can ravage Lucifer... His tail swished briefly over Sanceul's. Her life is more than his.
He addressed his next question to the stranger.
"What happened to his attacker? Are you certain they have fled?"

[Sheera]

Ty's eyes began to dim, a tidal wave of exhaustion slammed her flanks to the ground. Keeping her front legs stiff, to keep her in a formal sitting position, Ty focused on the two wolves before her, trying to take in the words that her ears warped and quieted. Her ears flicked and twitched much more as little sounds distracted them and echoed in her mind.
"Eh.." her voice was faint, as if she had suddenly forgotten their language, "Oy, his attacker?" confusion painted her words as she tried to link the words together to make a complete thought, "oh-- no, the massive attacker perished-- he was worn and gray before the encounter..." foreign edges painted her words, making some words less understandable than others.
She blinked her eyes, attempting to clear her darkening vision.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Her brow lifted, the sudden shock sparking in her gaze. Lucifer? What the hell have you done now? And… to actually ask for me? Through a stranger, no less? That’s… that’s not like him. The crevice of her forehead crinkled with thought, studying the fae with aimless eyes. Damien’s voice and fleeting touch soothed her mind, and she nearly considered the alternative. Even I’m a little shaky where I stand; that in mind, Lucifer is hell-bound for certain. He won’t like it, but it’s probably the more realistic option. Besides, I’m having a good…
The subsequent information roused her interest. “Large and aged?” she repeated slowly. It couldn’t be... not Daddy Lucifer? A strange pause swelled between her lyrics, a deep, emotion-rooted idea forming in her chest, and clawing vigorously at her brain. “…I suppose it couldn’t hurt to check him out, if he went through all the trouble of requesting me.”
Sanceul straightened her gait, her miniscule form brushing briefly against Damien. “I don’t know if I can help him, or if I even should. But…” The words were lost on her part, what she had intended to speak somehow forgotten. She redirected her interest on the newcomer. “You look like you’re in pain yourself. Are you fit to carry on? Also… would you know the identity of the attacker?”
Either way, it looks like we’ll be having a stranger for a guide. Let’s hope she can get us there in time.

[Sheera]

"Oy, eh, I know only where to go... and that, every second that you are deciding whether you should help or not, the value of your help goes down; he is dying... quickly, now, quickly..." she squinted at the two wolves then steadied her crumbling body, "oy, it's time to play hero, Tylani," she whispered to herself. exasperated.
Not waiting for the wolf to decide, she chased her scent trail, running in pain, backtracking and re-finding the dying male. She wasn't sure if she would return to Lucifer with the healer but she knew that, if Sanceul waited any longer to decide, Lucifer would math the fate of his attacker.
Oh, what am I doing... what am I doing... the pain in every bone was crippling but she refused to rest; no, she was not uncaring enough to let a wolf perish without truly attempting to help him.