Shadows of the Past: Easy Come Easy Go (open)

[Gypsy]

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/34z0jf9.jpg] The beach was abnormally cool for a summer's day. The sky was white with thin clouds and spotted with fluffs of gray, the sun pale behind it's veil. A storm had just passed through a matter of hours ago. The sea was beginning calm, the waters gray with stunted brilliance. With out the full force of the sun, there were no sparkles of blue and silver. The white sand looked almost tainted by a smattering of driftwood....kelp and seashells that happened to be beached on the shore. Black, dainty paws carefully stepped on the fine sand, minding the sharp bits that stuck out now and then. Her paws splayed a little awkwardly, not quite used to the manipulative sands. Cold blue eyes gazed out over the ocean, taking in the expanse that seemed endless. A strong breeze caused her to turn away, shielding herself from the sea spray and sand. The little sennyo cast her gaze over the beach. Most would have found it pretty or relaxing, but she did not. She saw a graveyard. What used to be. A pack was here once, but now there was no trace of them. Perhaps the ocean swallowed them up, or maybe the moved away. Who knew....Time knew. Time had a way of changing everything, as easy as the seagulls flew above head. Blue morph butterfly wings fluttered absently, she felt no sympathy for those that were, be they alive or dead. All she cared about was the present and herself. What she needed was some one to play with. Pack life was becoming boring... She walked closer to the water's edge, she stepped in the wet sand and could not help but give a slight smile at the squishy between her toes. She was starting to feel like her old whimsical self again on these trips she took, it lifted the burdens of her past off her shoulders. It allowed her to push them back to the recesses of her mind. She closed her eyes and faced the oncoming breeze, her silken fur rippled, her lightweight tail floated behind her. her ears twitched, taking in all the sounds around her, taking in the scents of new places, feeling the waves break and sneak up to cover her sandy feet.

[cailinalainn]

Cailin flitted through the dream world, leaving tiny white footprints behind, a trail of her presence, just as useful as any scent. Her white coat drifted like fine mist about her body, her soft gray eyes peered about with little real regard for the actual appearance of her surroundings. Instead, she was paying closer attention to the life in the area. Her every sense was alert for something, anything intelligent to share a conversation with.

The past few days had been spent fluttering in and out of the minds of birds, fish, and whatever else she could find. Just a little something to assure the harbinger that she wasn't alone in the world. However, none of them could hold a decent conversation, and she longed for the pleasant manner of speaking offered up by wolves, the way they could form coherent thoughts, and reply with something relevant to the conversation.

So lost in longing was Cailin that she didn't notice the mind until she virtually stumbled into the tendril of emotion, a little bit whimsical, deliciously intelligent. Cailin took a moment to get a feel for this wonderful being's mind, taking in the sweet feeling of thought, emotion, willful action... it all made her feel so alive! A wolf! A real, wonderful wolf to talk with! She took a few moments to peer in on the wolf's thoughts, try to understand them a little more. Graveyards, old self, sand... perhaps not the kind of person Cailin would normally associate with, but at least she was someone.

Carefully, she stepped into the light of the wolf's conscious mind and spoke, her voice faintly reminiscent to that of flutes playing in the distance.

"Hello," she said softly, "Lovely day today, is it? Are you enjoying yourself? I hope it hasn't been too exciting. I like to imagine myself as the most interesting thing of the day,"

She had been planning these words for days, and was absolutely giddy at finally having the chance to use them.

[Gypsy]

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/34z0jf9.jpg] She was considering giving up her search of the beach. Life seemed to be gone from it, as much as she didn't pay attention to other wolves, she still tried to run into them now and then. On the off chance that someone was interesting enough to...play with. Maybe she should change it up this year and go for a female. Her thoughts momentarily fluttered back to a certain deer-myou. Maybe not. Soon she felt a sort of....intrusion in her mind. Automatically her cold heart closed and her mind locked away her memories. Something was no right. Her ears flattened and she peered around the abandoned beach. Then a voice, almost like a thought in her mind came out of no where. All whistles and bells, it was grating on the sennyo. It took her a few minutes to isolate the foreign thoughts, certainly she would not speak like that herself, so the only other conclusion would be....."Aren't you full of yourself...harbinger." She spoke outloud, not caring for the moment if anyone over heard. No on else was around from what she could tell. She kept herself gaurded, she had come across very few harbingers in her life...but from those few encounters she knew what they were capable of...and she did not like it one bit. However, she did not force the creature out of her mind, it was some one to interact with afterall.