Perpetual [open]

[Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny)]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/bezdomny1-1.png] The deep green canopy dimmed the jungle to an almost ominous darkness. The million-orchestra of birdsong and insects made the atmosphere heavy, almost suffocating. The humid air made it hard to breathe, but the Sennyo still had a cheery smile on his face as he turned a left turn. His steps were precise and light. His orange butterfly wings fluttered slowly as he raised his head and surveyed the area with a gentle scrutiny. Bezdomny was searching for clues. “Ecket…” his quiet voice barely escaped from his throat. He sniffed the air, his sensitive nose sifted through the scents. The deep perfume of the flowers would make most with such a sensitive nose but Bezdomny ignored the powerful aroma. A single scent touched his nose. He couldn’t place it, but it smelled like wolf and anything that smelled like wolf gave Bezdomny hope. The smell was small against the huge waves of beautiful scents and like a misplaced shadow against a wall of light. “This…” Bezdomny said while nodding his head. “This, I knowwell, is my friend.” And he stepped forward, a new enthusiasm in his mechanical steps. Wispily, he moved; Bezdomny turned a left turn. He had followed this circular trail for about three days. His face was gaunt with a sick sort of hunger. Bezdomny smiled quietly to himself. “And beckenbauk, I shall meet him soon.” And his airy tail wagged, drifting like a ribbon behind him. “Soon…” he echoed hollowly and one could clearly hear the loneliness and longing in his voice. As if, subconsciously, he wanted to escape his eternal quest.

[Draugur]

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[atrb=background,http://i38.tinypic.com/32zl25e.png] He flapped his wings hard. The air was thick with scents and humidity of the rainforest. He only just did that with his wings trying to make a space around him that was just filled with pure cold air that he is familiar to. Birds seemed were trying to help [and annoying at the same time] him by flying across his nose, the cool flutters of the wings tickled his nose. Draugur even tried to snap at red one, but it had just narrowly escaped. "Huh!" He scorned at himself, he had searched for the heat, as the spring time does sometimes give cold showers. He had came here, maybe, just maybe, he thought it won't be so hot at the time. Wrong. As if proving him wrong, a dew of water dropped from a large leaf overhead, splashing him squarely on the head. Sure, the jungle is hot, but he couldn't not admit it isn't an interesting place to be at. A lizard scuttled over his paw, and gaped its mouth to him before fleeing. That amused the albino. A mosquito flew to his muzzle, and was about to feed on him but he just flicked his head upwards and snapped it while it was in air. He tasted other beasts' blood in his mouth from the mosquito's recent feed. It was the taste that reminded him how hungry he was. He was fine with walking around seeking for meal, until he was riled by bunch of jackalopes hopping around. Whenever he tried to get close, they just waited a bit before bolting causing him to smash his nose on the ground. The darkness and the leaves wasn't helping his hunt. Surrendering, he just stalked away, glaring and hissing at the staring jackalopes; "Damn you, hopping furry toads!" He shouted the same words until he was some good metres away. When he turned his head forwards, his nose almost touching the orange fluff which was full of wolf's musk. He backed and looked up and saw the narrow muzzle of a butterfly wolf, and realised that he almost bumped into the backside. "What the hell?!" He stopped automatically when he saw how big the orange fluffwolf was, his angry tone lowered into the submissive tone; "Heh... I- I didn't see you there."

[Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny)]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/bezdomny1-1.png] Being bumped from behind really gave Bezdomny a startle. He seemed to jump straight up in the air, giving him the appearance of weightlessness before he settled down. His large ears flicked back to catch the words of the albino and the Sennyo slowly turned around, to investigate what was happening. Bezdomny’s dumb eyes stared past the white figure. The spacious expression left a lot to decipher, but also made it look like there was nothing to decipher past those dark amber windows. His small paws stirred the earth restlessly and nervously, as if he was afraid that the everything was going to get him. He leaned forward, noting the wolf’s albinism and said in a hushed tone, as if what jumped from his throat was a secret, “I’m speaking with Verity; you are sans eyes.” It wasn’t really that Bezdomny was throwing a shot in the dark or even a stupid insult. This time, he was being genuine. In his long, more than a century of life, he knew that albinism often brought with it several light sensitivities—which ultimately led to disability, especially when the eyes were red. And he believed himself right, himself caring perhaps, and he thought he was being incredibly amiable, understanding, and such with this wolf. “Can’t see? Can you fly?” His words had rushed out, so that the wolf had no time to answer Bezdomny’s words from before. And the long-legged Sennyo wagged his tail merrily, as if he expected kind words from this wolf. Stupid eyes gleamed over the white wolf’s body, taking in that sparkling beauty, but also the weakness such an appearance usually accompanied. To be sure, Bezdomny expected this pale wolf to be in dire need of assistance, and perhaps the Sennyo could, for once, be stronger than someone else. But still, that one single thought pecked a bloodied hole through Bezdomny’s rale-rull mind. He’s not Ecket… And it echoed down the long corridors of thought-space, in such a mocking tone!

[Draugur]

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[atrb=background,http://i38.tinypic.com/32zl25e.png] He just stood there and gazed up at the strange flickering things on top of the butterflywolf's head. He can see that the wolf was surprised at him bumping into him, Draugur ducked his head low, and slunk backwards. The size unnerved him, no matter how sleek the wolf was. He muttered almost inaudibly; "sorry, sorry!" The albino peered at him through his white lashes. The wolf seemed fairly peaceful, and a bit... lost somehow. "I'm speaking with Verity; you are sans eyes." The wolf said that after staring past Draugur with his blank look behind those coloured eyes. The darkness of confusion crept into his red eyes. "Huh--" He barely finished his word before the orange beast interrupted; "Canft see? Can you fly?" "What the hell are you talking about?!" His confusion slowly replaced with annoyed understanding; "I-I'm not blind. I can see you clearly as untouched water." Was that what he meant? About not seeing. Shaking his head; he tried to brush the last question off; though he thought he understand it, he was too confused anyway. "Yes, I can fly. Hm, I can't glide into the skies in place like this. The entry to the skies here is too closed up." He frowned at the overhead trees, which their fingers crept across the sky. When he ducked his head; his eyes saw the orange strange wolf's face, he can sense something was bothering him. The sad lost look in his eyes. "Has something saddened you so?"

[Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny)]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/bezdomny1-1.png] Don’t fret! That single thought over and over tried to command the albino before him, but Bezdomny was really using it to hide that pecking thought, over and over, drilling in his head, mockingly. Not Ecket. Hunger stabbed painful tendrils into the stomach of the wolf so that he had to shut his eyes to simply focus enough to see. But still, it was hard to place the focus on that single wolf, his nervous stance, and his wings. Bezdomny just simply could not focus on Draugur. And then, the albino said something that took Bezdomny for surprise. And the Sennyo tilted his head. “Lucid light lit in your eyes? So sure! So sure!” The wolf twitched his antennae and nodded deeply. He smiled and said, “In all my years, hundred and fifty maybe, give or take, yes… I’ve never met a wolf as lucky as you be.” The long legged wolf paced, circling the Keiyou know. “Ghostly wings! Demon eyes! And safe from the perils they bring!” He wagged his wispy tail, and said in a quiet tone, “You see, you see.” Bezdomny nodded and sat down, his size became less imposing. And the focus shifted from the Keiyou to the rumbling of a begging stomach. The Sennyo smiled and lowered his head to his stomach, which looked as if a knife had carved it—ribs etched and belly hollowed. “I crave,” Bezdomny turned his head as he spoke in his rushed, one word after another way, but this time, he paused before saying, “food. That explains something, yes?” And he said this in regards to the Keiyou’s question about why Bezdomny didn’t seem rainbows-and-sunshine happy.

[Draugur]

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[atrb=background,http://i38.tinypic.com/32zl25e.png] Draugur frowned when Bezdomny's face lightened for the first time; "cIfve never met a wolf as lucky as you be." "...Yes, I am a lucky charm. Many had sought for me, to feast their eyes upon the luck charm." Sarcasm again. He said that in a such way with a hope to confuse Bezdomny as he had confused him. He twisted his neck to follow his gaze on the butterfly beast as he walked around him. "Ghostly wings! Demon eyes! And safe from the perils they bring!" "A devil angel." He murmured, once someone had called him that. "I am neither pure nor hellish. But I can say you are right, many perils would not hunt me down." Draugur smiled; "This is both a curse and a blessing... Let me ask you a question. Which would you do if you see me from afar? Strike me down, or divert from me?" He was interested in what they thought of him. The albino visibly relaxed, when the wolf in front of him sat down. He followed Bezdomny's gaze as the wolf looked down at his own rumbling stomach. He winced as he saw the hollow part where the stomach was suppose to fill. The next statement from the stranger wasn't surprising for him at all. "I can see how you crave food." Draugur's ears flattened down with pity at the seemingly starved wolf. "What do you feast on?" He paused before adding another question; "What are you?"

[Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny)]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/bezdomny1-1.png] Bezdomny's antennae twitched, though his face remained thoughtless. The only evidence of his stirring mind was the unsettling whisking of his feelers. They moved constantly as Draugur spoke until. They stopped. "Never said the perils chase you. Never said a thing." Bezdomny looked left-right-left, on lookout for some danger that followed Draugur, but he found none. "Perils are the perils of being. For sure." And he spoke quietly over Draugur's own words until his words shifted to those that answered Draugur's next question. "Yes, for sure, you see, of course, and so, I am quite starving, it's true. That is a peril of being, but not one that accompanies the form of Verity." Bezdomny smiled, nodding to himself with his wobbly smile unfading. "A peril of being for a bezdomny is starvation. I know this. For always I know this." He twitched his antennae again, as if a nervous habit. "Sennyo... few sing the name of my species, but here I am! Look! Look! For you can see, so see! Not Sennyo, I cannot be defined like that. I am simply Bezdomny." He spoke in his rushed voice that started to tilt into song just a little bit before floating back down the average speech--if you could call his speech average. He craved food. "Aren't we all wolves?" he asked. His hungry body begged for food again, something of substance. Something more than crazy thoughts and prizeless ambitions. It merely wanted some sort of meat.

[Draugur]

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[atrb=background,http://i38.tinypic.com/32zl25e.png] After Draugur mentioned something about perils, he noticed how... tensed, if that is the right word, Bezdomny got. "Perils are the perils of being. For sure." His words covered his own, which irritated the albino keiyou a bit. He didn't like having someone thinking they're superior than him. In Bezdomny case, he didn't know if the orange beast was trying to overpower him, or the likes. He was too strange. "Yes, for sure, you see, of course, and so, I am quite starving, it's true. That is a peril of being, but not one that accompanies the form of Verity." "Uh-uh..." He nodded along with Bezdomny. "A peril of being for a bezdomny is starvation. I know this. For always I know this." "That might be. Can't you just search for something that fills your hungry body." He tilted his head. "That must be simpler than brooding over your starving body." "Sennyo..." He remembered the way his foster father described a sennyo. A fragile wolf which looks not so wolf, with the colours of setting sun... You can see the beautiful fluttering wings of the butterfly upon its back. They provided almost no uses, expect for making a sennyo a graceful species ever walked. "I don't-- I thought you were just a figament of a storyteller's mind." He shook his head; how could he forget the wonderous describings of his foster father of a sennyo. "Not Sennyo, I cannot be defined like that. I am simply Bezdomny." "Bezdomny? I am honoured to have met you." He bowed in front of the graceful sennyo. He sat up again. "I am Draugur," He smiled when he heard the faint moaning of Bezdomny's wailing stomach. "So sennyo aren't immune to the simple needs." He laughed.

[Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny)]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/bezdomny1-1.png] Bezdomny gave a sour face at the words of the albino. Instead, he shook his head in a quick way, shrugged and rolled his shoulders back as he gave a long sigh. He wondered, just a bit why he didn't look for food, but remembered that, he had gloriously doubted that his need to find his friend Ecket! Shocked at this development, Bezdomny blinked a few times before saying cryptically, "A friend is a thousand starred harem while a meal is masterbation." And his dark amber eyes let loose a pondered thought, "I wonder if I mean mastication." And he nodded. Then, Bezdomny dreamily slid forward. "Lovingly, lovingly..." He wobbled on his stilt-like legs. "Tell me, Verity, do you know what you'll do with forever?" He said this, knowing full well that he had a lifespan and that he would not live forever. He would die one day, but a Sennyo lives so long that their quick fade-away is almost welcomed after hundreds of years of lives. Bezdomny giggled and said, "Yes, even the candid creatures of yearning yarns have needs the same, all the same. As said before, stated with truth, Verity, we are all wolves." And he fluttered his butterfly wings. And he gave a sigh. "We should hunt. We should..." And he shook his head, pests inside his head. Always inside. Crawling like maggots through dead flesh, and they were that secret thought. Ecket isn't real.

[Draugur]

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[atrb=background,http://i38.tinypic.com/32zl25e.png] Draugur looked up, feasting his eyes upon the magnificent sennyo. What bothered him was the lost, searching look in his eyes; it didn't match to the beauty of his appearance. Then the sharp face of Bezdomny was contorted into a scowling look. Draugur frowned back, but in confusion. The confusion was a short one when the orange sennyo replied; "A friend is a thousand starred harem while a meal is masturbation." "...Masturbati--?" The confused look on his face deepened, but Bezdomny replied before he even finished his sentence; "I wonder if I mean mastication." "...Uh, yeah I think you do..." Amusement glowed in his eyes which was put out soon when he caught something; "You mentioned a friend... May I ask who he is?" He paused before adding; "Was he the reason there is pain in your eyes?" His face fell a bit, it wasn't very pleasant to see a such magnificent beast in pain. "Tell me, Verity, do you know what you'll do with forever?" Draugur's ears twitched, he was trying to get used with Bezdomny's sudden interruptions; "Um... Maybe I will spend my timeless life with my love, if I won't go insane. By how quickly time may pass by, and close ones departing." He just couldn't imagine living like an immortal, like a god; "It shall be a lonely life, which I cannot bear." He was lost in thought by that question, wondering what will he like, what will he face. He jerked up when he realised he had missed whatever Bezdomny had said. "We should hunt. We should..." Nodding, he replied; "Yes, we should. But where? Do you know the place?" Not the best post ever, meh...

[Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny)]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/bezdomny1-1.png] His eyes gave a bold look after the Keiyou’s reply. The odd lighted look in Bezdomny’s eyes made him seem as if he were only half there and that, perhaps, Draugur had interrupted blissful thoughts in an otherwise empty expanse of thinking. If that really did make sense. However, an enigma named Bezdomny stood before Draugur and in the first time of his a hundred and fifty year life, he had doubted his own friend: Ecket. Still, it was because of Ecket that Bezdomny had travelled the entire land so that he knew every inch of earth. He could claim that he saw forests grow like gardens and jungles appear in a blink of his Sennyo eye. And he could admit that all the changeless things, such as rocks and the desert… they all changed the same as if the land were completely alive—something that most wolves didn’t realize because of the fact that their lives were merely flashes in the pan—all here, then all gone. Bezdomny shook his head, but said, “Actually yes, you must see, for see, that I have seen the land over again and again. My paws had walked in every place—including the places you can never walk again. All trod for Ecket.” He tilted his head to the extreme left and then the extreme right and it looked as if the odd Sennyo was trying to crick his skull right off of his neck. Then, his posture neatened up. He furrowed his brow in deep contemplation, though it was evident that it was all for show because his eyes held that perpetually empty gaze. He stared past Draugur. “I’m in the mood for, yes for!, for something long-eared and tasty. I’ve never had the meat of a common jackalope for I think ten years.” The Sennyo nodded deeply. “All for me was fish and nectar. And carrion. But what wolf doesn’t appreciate an easy… morsel, found by the scent I know so-well!” The brightly colored Sennyo nodded as he wavered forth, his words coming out like a waterfall of half-thoughts. “A Bezdomny, like a Sennyo has a powered-full nose. Like a gorgeous flower in reverse!” And Bezdomny smiled as he led the way to prey. As if in afterthought, he said in half-wake voice. “Definitely. I meant masturbation!” And if he were talking quietly, it would have made sense. But to scream it out in the tone of a wolf screaming from sleep. Then again… Bezdomny rarely made much sense.