Dreamdancer [Open]

[magispar]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/56Mq.jpeg] Magispar sat alone, poised and elegant with her tail wrapped around her paws like a cat, at the very edge of the cliffs, claws hooked over the edge. Her eyes gazed not at the startling drop- Magi was fine with heights by all accounts- but at the horizon, which was bursting with the firey flowers of sunset, graced only by the faintest hint of clouds. The velvety sky was already a deep midnight blue, and speckled with stars. Only in the direction of Magi's gaze was there any light left; as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, this little light vanished. Before it did, Magispar reached out with her mind, pulling herself out of her reflection, and snatched a few rays of light from the fading sunset. They hung there like errant threads from a badly-woven tapestry, and Magispar kept still, only her eyes betraying her focus, as she brought the rays, snaking and flowing through the air, towards her. They reached her and she stood, stretching luxuriously after a long time sitting in contemplative thought. The light rays gathered around her shoulders like whiskers of starlight, and she took a few bouncing steps back from the cliff and began to dance, the light lupus moving in perfect time with her power. It was an unusually elegant sight, her dark pelt almost invisible in the fading light, these few threads of sunlight the only brightness left now in the twilight time between sunset and moonrise. Suddenly the fiery young wolf gave a snarl. The spell was broken; the light scattered and fragmented, the once-perfect scene shattered. Magi sat down again, not poised and elegant in her philosophy as she had been before- she flopped down at the edge of the cliff, facing the place where the sunset had been over the starlit waves, her muzzle pointed towards the sands below. She growled softly, then stopped, dismissing making stupid noises at nobody as a pointless exercise. She would say that she was being angry and irritable over nothing, probably stress, and that she had no idea what it was. But she did. Magispar was the kind of wolf who needed a dream to follow, a cause to lend her fire to, or it burnt somewhere deep inside her, as the dark wolf bottled it up until she broke. She was close to breaking now, and when she did, she didn't know if she'd lose her temper and attack somebody, or try and commit suicide, or what, really. A huge part of her life, for such a long time, had been devoted to finding- or making- a pack of freedom and equality, a sanctuary for the individual and unique, a place for wolves who didn't want to submit themselves to some arrogant puppy who called him or her self a leader. Magispar growled again; she knew it was stupid but she just couldn't help herself. It had been her dream for so long. And now she had it, she felt almost... empty. A big part of the hole in her was filled by her pack. She loved it more than her life; it was her dream, her passion, her support. She knew she would die in an instant to protect the pack she'd fought so hard for and loved so much. The only pack in the world, so far as she knew, based upon the principles of equality. But now she had nothing to fight for. Her pack was not fighting a war, or in danger, not that she wanted it to be. Some part of her did just so she'd get to do something exciting, but that part of her was truly idiotic. Was this it? Have a dream, follow it your whole life, get what you wanted, and that's it? Excitement over, have a nice time gradually wasting away as you get older and older until you die? She wasn't even that old. She was too young to have no purpose, to start drifting, to mean nothing to the world except 'oh yeah, Magispar, that nice Alliance lupus.' She needed a new dream to follow. But she didn't want to be one of those fickle idiots, who danced from one dream to another, giving one up and moving on from brilliant idea to brilliant idea. This wasn't something she was idly toying with to make herself famous. She needed a purpose to her life, or she was worse than dead. What do I do?

[ilunon]

Ilunon strode without sound about the dangerous edges of the cliffs, each move nearly perfectly placed and gentle on her paws, her long tail sweeping the ground like the soft breezes that caused strands of grass to fall and brush the ground. Her light rays colored her pelt a dirty brown-black and caused it to look rough to almost blend into the cliffs. Her shadow was spilled across the frightening drop below and seemed to dance as the flaming orb in the sky sank. The sun seemed to dive in slow motion down the horizon, and her shadow faded and disappeared once there was no more dim light to form it.
The slightly camouflaged Lumen lifted her head daintily and gazed in wonder at those little stars in the sky. Ilunon paused slowly, her crimson eyes trailed each speck of light along the midnight blue void above, as if to discover where they would end. She tracked the stars peacefully, enjoying the calm and still night. This moment was disturbed when her small ears pricked up and detected a growl coming from ahead of her.
She hastily looked to that direction to see ... nothing? Ilunon stared and squint her eyes to finally see the Lupus in front of her with its back turned to her. She closed her eyes and focused her mind relaxingly as she swiftly bent light around her. If one were watching, it would seem as if her body had faded and snapped away from existence. She was still there, however, invisible and out of sight.
Ilunon had not noticed the figure because it nearly blended into the dark. She remained where she was and planted her claws. Ilunon was a patient one, and planned to wait until this stranger left. Unless it sensed her presence first - she would just have to wait and see.

//ooc = i apologize about the length compared to your post\\