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Post by forestiaxxforall on Nov 8, 2009 15:19:04 GMT -5
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A warm breath of air blew into the atmosphere. A light cloud visible. It was summer, though still slightly cold enough. Which she enjoyed much. She? This she is Forestia. A traveler from just east. A brave lupus though caring enough. Eyes casted around the land quickly as i my pillars pulled at the snow below me, my thin frame casting around, dodging the pine trees that lay around. The sound of her claws digging into the ground was a light tap then scratch. Her maw was parted slightly as she panted at a evenly pace. Where was she heading? she did not know? all she knew at this moment was her rank, a soldier of this pack. The tundra ground was hard, though soft underneath her paws that played in the snow at every beat. Soft small snow pixels lifting into the air after every few steps. Ears pricked forward, high and alert. Her bright teal orders following the path that laid in front of me. Her fur bristling in the wind that played in the bitter atmosphere.
Finally though, my pillars pulled to a slow and calm halt. Eyes casted around to a short open spaced area. She could have a little fun, right? There was no harm? She was alone. A deep breath was taken, before pulling out into a leap, softly light crystals forming, before she stepped down on the ground, ice forming right beneath her. A smile played at her gummed lips as she took another quick leap, and again, glittery ice following behind her. She loved playing with the ice she had. Her father always told her not to, though she couldn't help it. Voids closed lightly as she continued to leap, and land, letting the ice form one after another. Was she creating something with the ice? or was it just for pure fun?. A slight laugh pulled from the female quickly before she pulled to a halt, letting her eyes open once again. Slowly she turned her frame easily around, as she gazed over the icy land she had just formed. She knew she had to be responsible for this element she had, though it wasn't going to hurt anyone if she just played for a little bit. Once again, eyes closed as she pulled out at a leap, and continued on icing the land she played upon.
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Post by Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny) on Nov 8, 2009 16:11:53 GMT -5
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Thankfully the summer kept the sun out longer—nothing at all like those eternal nights of the winter. And his dreamily set expression surveyed the land with a gentle scrutiny. Snow still powdered the ground due to the shade of the forest—shielding the snow from being melted. And then, he saw something odd. Snow rising, forming, dusting around. And it piqued his interest.
The Sennyo almost floated on his long legs towards the quiet music of formation. Snow jumped up seemingly at some unseen and unheard orchestra. And then, he saw all together the wolf that made the snow appear.
“You! You there! A Composer you be! The form which forms the snow!” And Bezdomny jumped ahead with merriment as he invited himself to her frolic. Now she formed ice, even Bezdomny could see that despite his empty eyes. He smiled and proclaimed, “Now are these iceburgs? How low do they go? Do they spickle span to Hell?” And he dipped his head to investigate an ice she made—a place she once jumped. It was something of a pawprint.
Bezdomny laughed in happiness. “I see! Oh Composer!” And Bezdomny kicked the ice up, a shallow cap of frozen water. “It’s like dots of wax, from the sky, but from you. What song do you sing to make them?” It was because Bezdomny could only see creation in song, he couldn’t fathom it in any other way. Truly, she would understand his metaphor.
His manner of speaking was odd at best and he left no room to answer between his thoughts; they all rushed out like ghosts. And then, his dark eyes beamed with merriment, before dying to emptiness again. He didn’t look at her, but at something beyond.
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Post by Cypress on Nov 8, 2009 16:49:12 GMT -5
Moving at a steady pace through the sparse forest comes the solid form of a female yagi. Her brown pelt moves steadily over her well toned muscles. The soft pelt fades from dark brown to a lighter brown and finally a creamy belly. Her nose is almost glued to the ground, she was following the scent of a deer. She stops and lifts her head, the pair of long up curved horns, similar to that of a water buck, casts a shadow to her side in the moist ground.
She had regained her strength since she had come here. Her ribs were no longer poking through her skin, and her coat had regained a shine. Her curiosity to learn more about this territory had lead her to exploring. She was particularly interested in the different prey items. Her natural strength and endurance made her a good hunter. Her green gaze scans for any sign of her quarry, it falls upon a strange scene.
She sees another wolf making what appeared to be an ice sculpture. Her poorly docked tail lowers a little, should she approach? She hesitates, she was trying to be more open to strangers...maybe this could be another opportunity. She swallows hard and adjusts her trajectory. The streaks of green in her pelt seem to dance as she moved with strong strides.
Once she got closer she slowed her pace, there was another wolf with the first a male. She did not want to seem to forward. Her ears catch the last bits of dialogue by the male. She tilts her head...how strange. She clears her throat, waiting to get noticed. |
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Post by forestiaxxforall on Nov 8, 2009 17:02:41 GMT -5
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A smile pulled to her lips as she played with her powers. How fun it was. Though she knew that she shouldn't though it was just to much fun. Eyes remained closed as i leaped around, ice, and snow forming at each leap, and step. Ears flicked forward to the sound of something. Another wolf it could be? though of different species. Forestia pulled to a halt as she glanced around alert. Ice remaining on the ground frozen. Suddenly jumping to a voice behind me. Turning quickly her eyes faced the creature. Confused slightly to his words. "A Composer you be! The form which forms the snow!”. She was no composer at that. Eyes watched curiously before a soft chuckle emerged. dear dear, i am no composer you may think i am. I am lupus. she replied with a smile. This wolf was so curious to what this ice and snow i made. Had he never seen such?
She took a step forward. The ice that would unfold when she would step was not happening, as she didn't want to. Eyes looked at the wolf with a appealing look. It is my power, i sing no song, it comes from my heart lyrics answered one of his questions with ease. The ice lasts as long as i want it to she responded once again. She watched as one of the ice he kicked up. Easily i lowered my head, a nice breath blew upon the broken ice, healing it once again, with a fresh patch. A smile pulled to her lips as she raised her head once more. My name is Forestia, elements of Ice and water, you are? she questioned in acquaintance. Something else then caught ehr attention. Something within the trees. Eyes casted around, before spotting a figure with horn. A wolf at that. Watching for a little before turning back to the male in front of her, obviously interested in the power that she held.
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Post by Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny) on Nov 8, 2009 18:00:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/bezdomny1-1.png]The Sennyo gave a frown as she dispelled his darling metaphors—and it seemed she underestimated his experience as well, but such was common, considering that he gave the impression of one with less than considerable mental aptitude. And Bezdomny looked slightly angered, probably bewildered with the fact that she didn’t take up his words the way that he wanted her to. But then, a simple dip into a sane state of mind had him smiling his angered thoughts away. It wasn’t every wolf that could make sense of the odd mangle of thoughts that erupted from his mind. And, conversely, there were things that Bezdomny couldn’t grasp and hold in his own mind. Such as her name.
The only names that Bezdomny could even remember were the names that he himself had come up with. It might be some far-off call as to the fact that his birthname was not Bezdomny, but a different name entirely, long forgotten in a century span of time. And thus, by logical thought, his own name was a name that he created. The same went for the name of Ecket—the friend whom Bezdomny searched relentlessly for. She had introduced herself, given her name, and Bezdomny didn’t even try to remember because he knew that it was a lost cause. Despite the fact that she denied herself a composer, he had named her a Composer, and had to keep true to that name because it was the only thing of calling he could recall of her.
Bezdomny bowed in a returned greeting. “Before I shatter what preconceived notional notions you have, which may-well have come about srillickly from my gestures, voice, and motions, I must introduce myself well as. He flickered his antennae in the cool air before he said, “Bezdomny I am. By predicament and name.” And he smiled emptily at the female.
“Now, to shatter the clear-bell you believe you have.” And he fluttered his butterfly wings, as if he lightly enjoyed to do the next. “Now, young Composer. I know the workings of the Lupus. Of the magics that they hold. However, living as long as I have, it is of an average consequence. Now! Sure-for! I shall reveal! To speak as you do. For however many centuries… You must agree that it sounds like you’ve dared rehearse the conversation such that, for that, of that… Such that! Such that for whatever words you say, no matter wherefrom, no matter wherefore, fall flat like discs of colored rain—drawn in by a carpenter’s mind. Would you not want to speak in the colors of an artist’s heart instead?” And he smiled afterwards, his rushed words piling about her like snow banks.
He turned his dark gaze the approaching Yagi. “Still, what of her? Come hither. All that can come of me is death. A century, two score, and a decade? It’s welcome. And my search? Interruptions now are welcome as well.”
And he returned his dead-eye focus on the Lupus. “What now, Composer? Care to bite a bezdomny?” And his tail wisped a flick before floating still.
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Post by Cypress on Nov 8, 2009 18:18:57 GMT -5
Cypress saw the female look at her, then the male after a long speech. She thought she heard an invitation in there somewhere....but it was hard to decipher. Maybe this is how Doki felt the other day? Or maybe his entire life. She was finding it hard to put him out of her mind. Another yagi that was small, like her...she shakes her head, her horns scraping the leaves off one of the trees above her. She glares up at the offending limb and moves out toward the others.
She inhales the scents around her, trying to figure out the species. She recognized lupus....Kirraley was one of those. The male, however, she had not seen any wolf like that in her short life. She manages to hear the last bit of the speech....she cannot stop her mouth "What's a bezdommy?" Her mind went straight to a prey item, another one she could log into her mind. She almost bites her tongue...that was a stupid way to say hello to others...she clears her throat and tries again, "Uh...hello....I'm Cypress..." she felt her body flush with embarrassment....she was not good at meeting others. |
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Post by forestiaxxforall on Nov 8, 2009 18:26:18 GMT -5
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Eyes narrowed to this wolf's words. What he insulting her. Or asking for a fight. Though sense came to her head. A soft chuckle left, as she glanced up then around. would you like to see another trick? lyrics questioned as she looked back down to this wolf. Ah one of the butterfly wolves. Hmm. Interesting. she thought softly. Eyes thought looked to the horn wolf step from the woods. This scene was getting interesting. Also if i am to be composer, you are going to be butterfly to me words spoke from her easily as a smirk slipped. Eyes looked back to the female wolf with the unique horns. A nod was given Greetings Cypress words fell with no nervous at all.
Eyes casted away easily before a step was taken back. A deep breath was given, before looking back over to "butterfly" waiting patiently on his reply to her offer she gave. A show would do well for her. Something to do other than hang around like always. Eyes casted a look down to the ice i had formed, quickly the ice disappearing. A smile pulled to her lips before a glance was taken back looking to both now. Would you like to see a snowy show? words questioned the female with a smile softly. Patient i had, and charming i did as well.
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Post by Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny) on Nov 8, 2009 18:43:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/bezdomny1-1.png]Bezdomny furrowed his brow as he turned his head, looking over his shoulders, dipping his wings down, and searching for a wolf called ‘butterfly’. And then she spoke to Cypress, addressing the Yagi. Poor Bezdomny did not know that the wolf whom he knew only as Composer was asking him if he wanted to see a show. He thought that he was forgotten. And he had just now breathed the air that was free—one without the fumes of Ecket clouding his mind. And he instantly shrank back to the mental dungeon. And instantly, he demanded, not for a show, but for his never-found friend.
“What’s all this about a show?” anger sparked his voice alight like a flame. And Bezdomny tossed his head wild-like, incensed because he thought that their attentions were off of him. And he was left out of the show. “How can you wander-wonder ‘bout a show when someone is missing!”
And Bezdomny fluttered his wings and jumped, expecting to fly, but falling immediately to his feet. His long blue-pawed legs were in a tangle and he struggled to right himself, but kept himself on the ground. Instead of towering over his fellows now, he looked up to them, his eyes, as always, dazed. “My friend! My Ecket! Glorious in his nobility. Wherefore is where Ecket is unknown? Explain to me! My wanter heart does want to know!” And he wailed pathetically as he shifted to a strange mindset—that of a lost yearning.
He wiped a foreleg over his antenna to clean it obsessively, almost as a tic and then settled his paw. His eyes locked onto the Yagi’s. “Presky! Reveal! Or at least tell me I’m not a fool for missing my friend!” And he lowered his head until it rested on his legs.
“What I would do to see something to lift my spirits.”
And that sentence provided some insight. Inside that muddled mess of random thoughts and insane desires, he understood what was asked. It was only a matter of time he would end his eternal search for a non-existent friend and realize that, despite it all, he was more than homeless. He was Bezdomny.
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Post by forestiaxxforall on Nov 8, 2009 18:56:38 GMT -5
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Hmm strange one this wolf was. He did not get it. A soft chuckle emerged from her. ah, what an idea she thought. Though as he called out strangle of emotion. A slight sunk came in. Eyes closed softly as she thought before opening them again. dear Bezdomny i do not know where your friend is. Though as the Soldier here, i shall help you as much as i can, if you let me words spilled out easily as teal eyes looked at him. A show, well it looked like this wolf did not want to have fun. A sigh left her lips softly as she glanced up. Eyes closed softly, as a soft song ran in her heart. Slowly snow began to fall from the heavens above. What was it she wanted? she did not know. Just the way she felt when it snowed, and how she made it snow made her happy.
A sigh left her lips as she opened her eyes again, suddenly letting the drifting snow stop falling. She looked down again. Eyes looked to Bezdomny with stern eyes. Her offer to help was not joke. She was serious. She would follow her rank, even if it meant to ruin her fun. She would help with what ever she was capable of.
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Post by Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny) on Nov 8, 2009 19:19:29 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/bezdomny1-1.png]Bezdomny gave a short snorting growl. It was mostly to himself than to the other wolves, but he wasn’t thinking of what they thought of him really. He never really considered the view other wolves held of him and he growled. “You’ve no idea where Ecket is. How can you, who has probably known nothing more than whatever packland you originated from? Here am I! One who had wickle wandered every splendid inch of this land! Every grain of dirt not unstirred by my paw! Do you realize? There’s nothing you short-lived wolves understand!” He was stubborn now as he neared the jugular of his fantasy, his mental jaws almost gripping it and twisting it from his life—in which Ecket stopped existing.
Ecket. Ecket. Ecket. That name murmured in his mind over and over.
Bezdomny raised a level eye to the two females. “What sort of name is Ecket anyways!” And he growled at himself. “What if I told you I’ve been searching for a hundred and forty years?” Bezdomny smiled and leaned back a bit, as if to see what his words had done. He stood himself up at last and looked at all the landmarks. The trees. The dirt. The sky.
He knew them all. Seen them grow. And right now, they seemed to mock him. Here they stayed—doing what they do. And here he journeyed—all for naught.
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Post by forestiaxxforall on Nov 8, 2009 19:31:12 GMT -5
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Voids narrowed to his words. She had lost many. Many she loved for a long time. Though they were gone, and she knew it. She knew that they would never come back. A growl emitted from her throat as she took a step forward. How long are you going to whine! whimper, and act immature! if you are that old, why are you still acting like this! I may not of known this Ecket, though i too have lost many! I keep them in my heart, and i have found them! i know they are with me still! words shouted with anger. I was not going to let my anger get to myself. She took a step back as she laid down to the ground, eyes closing tightly, removing the memories she hated most. A deep breath was taken before she stood once again.
Ecket is your friend. Though you must not doubt too quickly. You will never accomplish anything if you doubt! anger continued on. Though she controlled it still. She wasn't going to let her angered part take her over once again. i journey to save my family's name, i journey for myself, i journey to keep alive. Keep on going, search, believe, and you will find words stopped after than. Quickly she closed her eyes once more before slowly letting her body turn thinking of walking away.
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Post by Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny) on Nov 8, 2009 19:43:33 GMT -5
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He glared, finally thought reaching his eyes as it filled his stare in ember-light. “You short-lived wolves? You paint me in the label of puerile idiot? Ha! At least I’ve sense! At least I don’t spill myself into wars. You called yourself a Soldier, Composer! And yet you realize not that it is the duty of a composer that has more power. If you can magic the music of the heavens! If you can magic the music of the spheres! If you can magic the music of the earth! The misty seas! Why do you speak with pride the duties of a soldier? A voice is louder in a howl. A song speaks louder than actions. Even louder than death!” And Bezdomny jut his chest out before snorting.
“Let’s see you if you take up your awkward pride as a killer. Or if you take your rightful role as a Composer! Strike me down now if you dare! Then it’s you who are immature! To waste such life! Always wasteful are you lot! Besides? What have I to lose in death? My friend is lost. My search eternal. My death would be welcome simply because it’s a change!”
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Post by forestiaxxforall on Nov 8, 2009 19:51:52 GMT -5
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Voids narrowed. A deep breath was given as i tried to stay calm. though this wolf was not helping. Then those words. He had gone to far. Voids closed as her anger rose. It was coming. Her mother. Her mother's powers. If he wanted me to then i would! Eyes opened widen, red flames filling her. She closed down as she calmed back, her teal eyes pulling back in, as her anger lowed once more. i will not kill with no reason. I am not a killer. I do not intend of doing what those have done to me. I may be a composer, though i will only use my powers wisely! lyrics shouted out at him. I glared down, as i then turned around fully. i do not have any intend of fighting you for no reason. You are not harmful to the pack, so i shall not fight. I made a promise to my father that i will only use my powers if to protect something that is important to me. words add on as i went silent. I turned my head as i looked back at him. My eyes not filled with anger no more.
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Post by Kelev Brightwick (Bezdomny) on Nov 8, 2009 22:36:59 GMT -5
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Softly, so softly, he said. “When I search, I’m alone. Who else scrutinsearches for a friend whom they never met yet love? Only, I! And such, I am alone in my endeavor and in my endeavor. And you’re telling me, Composer, to follow that path still? Have you ever been alone? You speak like a child whose idea of loneliness is having no one around.”
Though his words sounded harsh, the tone was innocent enough. He gave a sigh. “But if that’s what destiny calls for, who am I to fight it? Perhaps it’s best to be a cynic instead of a blind hopeful. But, then again, perhaps it’s best to trust in Ecket because I have no one else to trust.” And Bezdomny bowed a farewell.
He turned to the Yagi. “Farewell to you, as well.” And he bowed a goodbye to her. Then he gave a deep sigh and continued his neverending search with another dose of doubt in his heart. It was only a matter of time before the world would unravel.
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((Bez has left the thread! Feel free to scratch your heads. He's quite the odd-ball. Hope the charries meet again in the near future. It shall be more fun next time especially since he and Fore left on a bad note.))
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