moments of silence [torment]

[saint]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/I_know_where_you_sleep_by_frozenstocks.jpg] A thick, chilly fall breeze blew the dusty snow the surrounded the Niveus Spring in tiny swirls. The mid-afternoon sun had the water crystals glowing, as if the place was enchanted, untouchable. Although it would be typically seen snowing, there had been a break of a long snow that had taken place during the darkest hours of the night. It made the spring, and area surrounding it seemed almost calm, silent, except for the wind. However, tiny paw prints gave away the fact that the spring was not abandoned from life forms, and leaning down to the water to retrieve a drink sat a tiny, bright orange Lyxxus. The tiny creature seemed to be in a state of relaxation, calm, despite the harsh conditions she was currently situated in. A deep, long, content sigh shook through her body. Her initial urge for company had been quickly wiped away, and the tiny anti-social Saint found peace up on the mountain. Her meeting with Nautic had left Saint shaken, and she felt not only angry with herself, but deeply ashamed. How could she crave any socialization when she held such a fear for anything that moved? It was absurd to think that she could just wander back into the world where most wolves frequent, and not come upon someone larger. Saint had enough sense, and knowledge to know that anyone she was most likely to meet would be twice her size, if not more. So why the hell had she been so deeply frightened? Perhaps it was a matter of exposing herself slowly back into that type of environment, or maybe, throw herself head first into a pack, and just get over it. Her five tails flicked anxiously behind her, and she slumped her autumn colored body to the pearl white ground. Head between her paws, her emerald green gaze watched her reflection in the water. She didn’t fear the cold temperature, her extremely thick fur keeping Saint safe from the desperately cold temperatures. The deep feeling of content pushing away her angry thoughts, and surrounded her mind, wrapping around it like a blanket and eased most thoughts. Her attention and gaze stayed on the water, which blew lightly with the wind. She could get used to this, but eventually she would wander away and go back down the mountain, back to the stability of a life with wolves she neither liked, or really related to. A soft melody sat upon her black lips, and she allowed it to break though, humming lightly, filling the area around her with the high, calming tunes. For now, she would relish the moment.

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[Torment]

Torment spiraled lazily over the mountains, the cool wind rippling through his white fur. Twin stripes of gray and black ran down his sides, and delicate swirls of lavender wandered down his tail. The tips of his feathers were a soft blue, like the reflection of a clear summer sky.

He was avoiding the swamp again, or, more specifically, avoiding Sashura. He knew he'd never find Jaunt, but he still felt guilty whenever he saw the myou. The way his pulse sped up, the way he began to blush... it was all the same way that Jaunt had made him feel before.

So he had left the muddy depths of the Clan's pack territory. He wasn't an official member anyways, so it was best to avoid being too far into their lands, and there were still places he had yet to see in this new land. It was all Jaunt had ever talked about, being his home, and before he had disappeared, he had often talked of visiting his old pack lands with Torment.

But that had never happened, and now the strangely colored Keiyou had to travel by himself.

Not that it's so bad, he told himself, After all, it's an awfully pretty place, and Jaunt never could stay quiet for more than a few minutes. Not to mention that it's much faster to fly than it is to walk.

He continued to tell himself these things, pushing away the dark thoughts and feelings that hid behind his false joy. He needed something else though, something to distract him. His throat was a bit dry, that was a start. Searching the ground, he spotted the bright glitter of water below. Angling his wings, he began a slow dive. As he neared the ground, he spotted a pile of orange fur. He dropped (rather clumsily) from the sky, landing with a soft whumpf.

"Umn... hello?" he asked uncertainly. From down here, it was clear that the fluffy little ball was a lyxxus. She appeared to be looking into the water, humming to herself. Torment wavered for a moment, wondering whether or not to leave. It seemed rude to interrupt her, and it seemed to him that she had probably come here to be alone. He kept his wings half open, just in case she told him to leave, and slowly padded forwards, "I-I'm sorry to intrude, I was just.. thirsty, and... if you want me to go... I mean, it's not too much trouble..."

[saint]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/I_know_where_you_sleep_by_frozenstocks.jpg] It came as a slight whooshing, the soft wings of a bird, perhaps? No... something larger filled with the skies, peacock colored eyes fluttered to the area above her, caution rushing through her veins, hoping that a dragon wasn’t upon her. However, to her relief, and also not so much, a Keiyou fluttered not so gracefully to the ground, his landing looked almost painful. A sigh rumbled through the petite Lyxxus, the calm of the area was nice while it lasted. She should have known, this was perfect territory to see the winged species, mountains, especially those of colder temperatures seemed to be their favourite place to locate. So, the question at hand was, was this male alone? Her gaze scanned the skies once more for some clues, however, silence set over the area once more. Guess he is... As his voice broke the still and echoed off the water’s edge, she turned her attention to him. She listened to his uncertain words, nervous almost... He couldn’t possibly be scared of the fluffball before him, her threat was like a grasshopper, zip. So what would have him so socially akward to be weary of that Lyxxus. The only clue Saint could get from inspecting the winged creature was he was slightly smaller than that of the average. Tch... he should be happy he’s not my size. Finally, she shifted her gaze to his own and broke the uncomfortable silence that hung in the air tensely. ”There’s no need to take off... I will neither be disturbed or angry by the fact that you came to drink. It seems silly to chase you off because of a simple urge. No, please, take all the time you need.” Although she was set slightly on edge by the presence of the male, Saint felt herself ten times calmer than she had with her last companion. Perhaps it was the fact that this male wasn’t so assertive, or because he actually requested her permission to stay. Although, his size was something to still keep her attention focused on, and while it seemed her thoughts had turned back to the water, she still was able to see the male in her vision and kept her attention on him. Her body was alert, tense, and ready to spring and take off in a moment’s notice. ooc. Crappy post. >_<

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