[soar] Take the Plunge

[felice]

The night stood still, the moon high above the horizon.. The night would soon turn into day. Already a few spare rays of sunlight threatened to spill over the horizon. The way the clouds looked it would be a easy day, yet bitter cold. At least in the skies. In the heavens it was almost always cold, for there was plenty of wind to go through ones coat. Yet wait, who could fly here besides birds! Certain wolves, of course. Wolves with wings, that is. And so it brings us to the scene..

Flying through the twilight above was a young wolf. Maybe two years old, and a female. She had a black coat with white paws, which were tucked up to her belly to make her go faster through the air... Lion like tail whipped in the wind back and forth, helping guide her through the clouds. Despite being strong, she was growing tired from flying... Her slightly chubby body extended into a dive, her wings taking position for a dive down to earth.

Just before she came to the cliffs she pulled up, straightening her wings and landing roughly on the cliffs. "Not my best landfall.. But it was so much fun!" She said to herself, smiling at the heavens. Felice was a one of a kind girl, more or less talking to herself rather then others. Shy, to say the least, she preferred to keep to herself. She finally sat on her haunches, and let out a happy howl, music for all those who wished to listen.

[Ajax Sethos]

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| Dawn was approaching, unfortunately as Ajax preferred the night cover to hide him. Not just that, the darkness warmed him much more than the lightness, just like a blanket wrapping around him, studded with stars. But, just like everything else in life, you weren't allowed to have it forever. The Great Spirit, that damn ethereal being, had to think about others, and to divide the day and night equally. Just like there must be a population of wolves that was half nice and pure and another half evil and twisted. It was easy to say which half Ajax belonged to, and this was why he hated the Great Spirit for cursing him. At birth he wasn't evil, until he was infected. Seeing wolves praising the Spirit sickened him; if only they knew what It did in Its spare time. A whooping sound distracted the mortui from his brooding thoughts, and curiosity led him to the source, and there he saw a dark shape of a keiyou sitting on the edge. A sudden desire to shove her off the cliff hit Ajax, but it was a stupid idea because she had wings, so she was more likely to fly away than ending up a splat down there. Then she howled and Ajax cringed. The sound was painful to hear, not because of her voice, which was soft, but because it reminded him of his loss. His vocal cords had been damaged during the decaying so that he couldn't really howl properly as it would wear his voice out fast. So instead he snorted and croaked; "Ever think that there might be someone who doesn't want to hear that?" He limped closer to the female, keeping the bad side of his face away from her. Why was he approaching her, when he often avoided strangers? Nostalgia perhaps?

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