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Post by Allison Granger on Dec 9, 2011 23:41:44 GMT -5
She walked around; she sat herself down, and swiftly turned her head this way and that. Her defenses where at an all-time high; she felt hot, sticky, and ugly, I’m not going anywhere soon that’s for sure. She lay down in a patch of green grass with a white flower; she put her head on her paws, and sighed the Taiga was her home not here where everything was hot, she preferred cold now, a little heat here and there but this was insane! She peeled herself off the ground and stretched she’d miss the green grass here, but home was far away, and she wanted to be there. I want to go home! I was in the valley a day ago now this! She groaned, all of this should stop! Her head was spinning, she collapsed, and this was too much! She sighed and heaved her way back up; she walked around and saw fish swimming around. Lucky fish, you get to be home all the time! She retracted her cat-like claws and swopped down, no luck, she tried again, and still no luck then she slapped the water one came up and so did a fish she slapped at it bringing it to the ground and biting it in half.
She bit it in half where the dorsal fin was at. She at in small gulps tearing through the bone crunching them up, being loud at it too. The small fish didn’t fill her; she crouched down low, into reeds that surrounded the little island, and waited a jackalope soon came by. She soon jumped at fought with it, this wasn’t the easiest kill, she’d ever killed, and this probably wasn’t the toughest either, she bit it’s leg screaming out in pain it fought harder, thrashing wildly she bit it until the body lay limp. She was sick of it she chewed the rough meat eating slowly chewing it up into bite sized pieces. She was chewing the bone of the leg, the one she had bit. She tried to eat it all but kept gnawing on the bones with designs, stars, dots, you name it.
She soon stirred once again, and laid back down to only play with her tails that she intertwined the two together and undone it she was getting aggravated nothing to do here expect lay down. She smelt around realize there was a pack here once, and she searched for the scent she stopped at the border, raising her head up in a lonely howl, she grew louder until birds flew away and went under some mangrove roots for protection. She looked at the sky which thought her of home, which made her mad once again. She looked up and yearned for home.
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Post by clovis.austen ♔ on Dec 10, 2011 23:07:35 GMT -5
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He better have been getting something out of all of this wandering. He crossed from land to land, and all for what? Because he had been bored? No, because he was bloody stupid. Clovis let out a soft sigh and stared up at the sky. He had nothing against the Children, oh no, they were lovely, as was the land the pack resided on, but insomnia and a lack of entertainment caused him to wander. He longed for a source of companionship, but his awful social skills prevented him from that. Instead, he was forced to take solace in other animals or just himself. He’s not going to lie, it got lonely and boring fairly quickly, but he managed. Soft sea blue and green watched as the birds flew through the azure sky and the fluffy white clouds that dotted it. The afternoon sky had been picture perfect, save for the immense heat that came off the bright sun.
Lowering his head, the whisp continued walking on the unmarked path. After a while, it occurred to him that he had managed to find himself back in the Najiro Swamp lands. Had he just circled around? The last time he ventured into the Swamp’s lands, he had encountered the strange ‘dead’ wolf. What he would find on his next encounter was beyond him. Clovis was hoping for a bit more orthodox meeting place, like a nice clearing, or while in a gathering. Not the horrid marshes or untamed ocean shores. The pale blue wolf let out a quiet huff, and wandered further into the strange lands. A sneer grew on his lips as he noticed he made his way into some sort of waterway. The blood that flood through his veins told him to escape the water as quickly as possible, find dry land, and then turn into smoke.
With a quick jump, he escaped to one of the many roots, hoping to find at least a bit of comfort in the temporary dryness it served. Clovis scanned over the area, noticing the hallow trees would have acted very well as a nice den, but he was in no mood to linger in the area. Giving them a scrutinizing look, then shaking his head, he took a small step off the root he was resting on and managed to find him self tumbling into the ground. A string on inaudible curses found their way into the air. The waterway wasn’t deep, not really, so after a small hassle of dampened feathers and whisp-like nerves, he found his way upright again. Never, ever, coming to the Swamps. Ever.
Shaking his coat and attempting to alleviate his wings with the burden of water, he begrudgingly sought his way through the area. His ears twitched and his sense went on high alert when the scent of another wolf entered his nose. Walking closer to where the scent came from, a female came into view. Suddenly overcome with nervousness, he let his wings spread out and took in a deep breathe, attempting to make himself look a bit larger. Clovis silently prayed the female wouldn’t hurt him, he just fell into water, now was not the time to be fluttering into smoke. Blue and green eyes flickered to the other’s tails and made him tilt his head a bit. Lyxxus? He had seen a few while on his travels some time back, but this was his first encounter with one in quite some time.
”H-hello?” The whisp said, his voice soft and a tad shaky. He wasn’t sure what made him speak up, but the urge overcame him and by some miracle, he muttered out a single word. Mentally congratulating himself, he awaited the female’s reply.
word count ;; 643 tags ;; Allison ! ooc notes ;; bah. too lazy to proofread. pardon any mistakes. musical inspiration ;; tongue tied - grouplove
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Post by Allison Granger on Dec 11, 2011 0:04:23 GMT -5
She peered around her small, golden shoulder, peering out of small slits, she shot up growling. Then she realized her mistake he was larger than her, fear shot through her, and she stare wide-eyed, she turned on a dime to find that the roots where too thick, she was getting killed!
She tried to squeeze through the roots for an escape, digging at them her nail got stuck, with her back turned she looked worried a. Pang of guilt shot through her she looked around, freedom was just ripped away from her. Please! Please! I didn’t do anything wrong! [i/] she closed her eyes waiting for the final blow. She peered open her right eyelid, nothing. She managed to get her claw out and turned and then growled once more. Her jaw popped open in amazement, why hadn’t he killed her? She personally didn’t want to find out, she heard a gentle hello, “Um, hey?” she shook in fear, they gentle sunlight fell on her making her temporary , her legs moved on their own forcing her this way and that. She knocked into more roots trapping her and the large male, she was in a crazed state, dying wasn’t on her agenda.
She soon sped around charging into the male stepping on his back, and running straight into water, with reeds moving, not a good sign. Her meadow green eyes scanned the clearing for an exit. She slipped into a small hole in the roots, wriggling around her stuck her behind towards him, her tails whipped around madly and squeezed out. She turned on a dime and got in a fighting position her tails up her eyes giving him a cold stare. She growled, she wasn’t getting killed today, fighting to the death maybe.
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Post by Torment on Dec 11, 2011 9:26:45 GMT -5
Torment slunk through the swamp, wings close to his body, eyes lowered to the ground. He felt somewhat sick, wandering these lands. The last time he had been there, there had been a pack. He didn't know what had happened since the day he had left, turning tail and abandoning the place he had wanted to call his home. A deep, bitter feeling slithered across his heart.
Betrayal.
He had betrayed Jaunt, betrayed him almost as soon as he had looked at the bright peacock myou, strutting this swamp like the noble king he was. He had almost instantly forgotten his old mate. There was only the briefest moment of memory, and then he was caught up in the brilliance of his new fancy.
And then the guilt came (as it always did) and Torment had run. He didn't bother to say goodbye. He wasn't even a part of the pack. He had slept off their lands and wandered in every now and again for a quick hello, but that was all. So he had left. Left until he could shake his memories of Jaunt and find a new will to face whatever tiny sprouts of new emotion he had grown.
However, by the time he had returned, the whole place was empty.
Torment lay down on the banks of a small waterway, watching the fish swim in lazy circles. Around and around and around they swam, lulling the keiyou into a light doze. He lay his head down on his paws, tucking his blue-rimmed wings in even closer to his body. His lavender-spiraled tail flicked idly. The world took on a fuzzy sort of haze...
A low growl shocked Torment from his sleep. He leaped to his paws with a yelp, looking around frantically. A short distance away, he saw a lyxxus staring down another wolf. It was the other wolf that drew his attention, however. Lyxxi were common enough, but he had never seen a wolf quite like this other one. He could see that the lyxxus meant harm to the other one, and trotted over. Although he was a runt by keiyou standards, he was still bigger than the tiny lyxxus, and he used this to his advantage.
"Umn... hi, I... uh..." so far, his plan to be imposing had failed, and beneath the white of his fur, he could feel his skin growing a deep scarlet red, "Umn... I... don't mean to interupt- well, yes, yes I do, but... umn... maybe you two shouldn't, I mean, I guess you could, uh.... please don't fight... I mean... It's just..." he trailed off. He had wandered into this little stand-off on a whim, and was suddenly regretting his choice. He lowered his head beseechingly, "Please..?"
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Post by Allison Granger on Dec 16, 2011 23:34:50 GMT -5
The sun was overhead, leaking through the thick branches of mangrove trees, as if the sun was reaching down to the earth. She lowered her head slowly and kept her thoughts to herself instead of blurting them out, she glared at him. Her head was stuck with this ugly work of art. Her body moaned for rest. For she hasn’t slept in give or take twenty- four hours. Her shoulders swayed in exhaustion, and she swallowed hard, and took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, her eyelids growing heavier, she thrashed her head and took fighting position once again.
As she stood there, her cold gaze softened in boredom. Then another wolf came by, a Keiyou. Another one?! she was agitated you could tell her eyes turned to the Keiyou, and hardened her gaze. “Try telling him that!” She spat, she growled. Why was she mad at them? They hadn’t done anything to her. “I am terribly sorry, this is a misunderstanding, please forgive me.” She crouched down low getting muddy; she noticed the clouds swirling overhead, and stood up she glared between the trees for movement, a bird fluttered in the distance. And then bowed her head, “Sorry, I truly am so sorry” her two tails spilt apart swerving once again. She turned to the Keiyou, and closed her meadow and bowed her head once again. “Sorry, for getting mad, I just couldn’t control myself.” She laid herself in an oviform hole in the ground getting comfy, she looked at them. “My name is Allison or Alli for short, your name?” She asked greedily, taking in the solemn moments of silence in the jungle, and then the chorus of small birds, animals, and insects rang once again. Annoying her she let out a small growl. As she stayed here she felt hungry, not usual hunger, for something more than meat. She saw a rabbit but her legs would not move.
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Post by clovis.austen ♔ on Dec 17, 2011 17:38:33 GMT -5
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The whisp watched in awe as the lyxxus went into a brief panic. His mouth opened slightly, as if to say something, but the words wouldn’t form. She looked surprised for some reason, as if he wasn’t doing something that was of the norm. Perhaps that was the issue. It wasn’t new for Clovis to mess up social protocol and end up making himself look like an idiot. This must have been one of those times, right? Um, Hey? Oh what was he suppose to say! How are you? How’s your day? The other had practically tried to run away from him. He watched her with wide eyes, unsure of what to do next. Suddenly, she was in a flurry of movement and before he would even understand what was going on, she was giving him him a cold stare. Oh dear god, she’s going to kill me now isn’t she. Letting out a breathe he didn’t even know he was holding in, he backed away slowly, the weight of the water from earlier still weighing him down.
A yelp escaped the poor whisp’s maw and he jumped as the voice of someone else reached his ears. Overcome with panic, fear, and surprise, he shrunk back to his weak stature and let his wings fold tightly to him. maybe you two shouldn't, I mean, I guess you could, uh.... please don't fight... I mean... It's just... Clovis turned his head, facing the stranger who had spoken up. His eyes showed signs of joy as he noticed the other’s wings, automatically thinking of his own species, but only to be crushed with the remembrance of the keiyou species. The other male was a bit shorter than him, but clearly carried more weight, unlike the fragile whisp. Fight? He thinks I want to fight?! Covis thought, panic ringing clear. Try telling him that! And so does she?! A soft whimpering sound made its way into the air as the pale blue wolf crouched down showing submission, his eyes now staring at the ground instead.
”I-I apologize. I meant no.. harm.” He said, his voice sounding a bit strained but still very hushed. He tensed when he heard the female’s apology, feeling more confused than ever. My name is Allison or Alli for short, your name? His name? Why would she want to know his name? Oh! Introductions, he had completely forgot about them. It had been a while since he had ever introduced himself, and even longer since he did it willingly. ”Clovis. You may call me Clovis...” He replied, his eyes still focused on the floor, not daring the look up. He let his eyes wander a bit though, stealing a quick glance at the keiyou from the corner of his eye then snapping right back to the view of the earth’s cold ground. The other had sparked his curiosity and made him more interested. He just hoped he would last that long to actually gain a decent conversation.
word count ;; 542 tags ;; Allison ! Torment ! ooc notes ;; Bah . musical inspiration ;; Daylight - Matt&Kim
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Post by Torment on Dec 17, 2011 19:52:37 GMT -5
Torment took a step back as the lyxxus snapped at him. He really had made a mistake, getting in the middle of this.
"I'm sorry..." he squeaked, uncertain of what he was apologizing for. He was, admittedly, terrified of the feisty little wolf. However, his fear turned to relief as she quickly apologized for her anger.
Now Torment's attention was pulled towards the other wolf, who had crouched down. He was apologizing as well, although a lot softer.
Soon, introductions were being passed around. Torment kept one eye on the lyxxus (Allison, if he had heard correctly), but also took a moment to peer at the other wolf, who had introduced himself as Clovis. He knew keiyous, and he knew that, although he had wings, this wolf was most definitely not a keiyou. Perhaps he was a hybrid..?
For a moment, it seemed as though the wolf had glanced at him. Torment's face began to heat up. Had he been caught staring? He turned back to Allison, trying to pretend as though nothing had happened.
"Oh, er... I'm Torment..." he said, "Contrary to the name, I'm actually pretty nice..." he offered a weak smile, afraid of setting Alli off again.
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Post by Allison Granger on Dec 17, 2011 21:19:52 GMT -5
Her eyes focused on the two; suddenly it was all about her. And she did not like it. Her heart slowed for an odd reason, like something- or someone had opened a fresh rabbit, and her mouth watered. She felt, blessed by the great wolf. What was this? And why is it coming to me?! She was lost in her thoughts ignoring the outside world. She felt the sensation once again, but softer, and gentler, she took a deep breath before coming back to reality. Her meadow green eyes slowly opened to notice she was calm, and felt serene inside.
She got up, and sighed today was going to be a long day today she could feel it. “So, what packs do you come from? I have some personal business going on and I think you could help.” Her voice was meeker, and her head lifted, and her body shook, and she turned away, and continued. “See, I’ve felt, too clam lately, and it feels like I’m blessed by the great wolf, my paws shook while in the hole,” she pointed her head toward the hole. “And I’ve just felt, so helping too, it’s weird!” she squealed as she backed up and hit the tree. A cluster of moss fell from the high strung limbs, hitting the side of her face whopping her down. “Ow, nice to meet you Torment, and Clovis,” she strolled back over towards the other wolves, and sat with her tails swaying back in forth hitting each other she decided to have a stroll on the thick branches, she jumped easily up easily on a thick branch over Torment, and decided to get saucy with it.
“Are those wings useful, aren’t they I hope they’re not just for show boys!” She winked and dipped her tail down a started going, “coming with me?”
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Post by clovis.austen ♔ on Dec 19, 2011 19:57:15 GMT -5
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Allison. Torment. The whisp made a mental note of the names, matching name to scent in hopes that if he did ever encounter them again, he remembered their names. Contrary to the name, I’m actually pretty nice. Clovis suppressed a scoff at that, amused that the other was quick to defend himself in a sense. The name Torment did strike a... feral notion, but he believed the keiyou, and wasn’t as eager to make a mad dash for it. Allison though, the name gave him no hinting at her personality, but was a fine name nonetheless. Both sounded more enjoyable than his own. Clovis. he gave a mental sigh, not sure what to think of it. He loved his parents dearly, and felt grateful for even getting a name at all instead of merely being thrown aside, but he questioned why he was named so. Klaus and Alyss, such noble names, the remembrance of his family struck a sharp pang in his heart, but he quickly brushed it aside, turning his attention back to the two before him.
Standing back up in his usual stance, his head tilted to the side as he listened to the lyxxus, Allison, he reminded himself, speak. ”I.. W-well I come from the L-Lumera Valley. The lands of t-the Children.” He replied, voice still soft and shaky. Clovis tried not to let the fear take over him, but he couldn’t help it escape through his voice. Though he was no longer crouched in submissiveness, he still couldn’t bring himself to look anyone in the eye. He kept his gaze focused on the ground, as if he was some mere peasant and unworthy to look upon those of high status. Of course, he knew that probably wasn’t the case, but he couldn’t help the thoughts and instincts that flowed through him.
The whisp continued to listen to Allison, her words sparking a mild interest. When she spoke of being blessed, his head lifted and looked at her, his eyes showing clear curiosity. He quickly glanced over to the keiyou that referred to himself as Torment, only to have his head lowered again and his eyes fall back to the earth. Eye contact tended to intimidate him, but he couldn’t help but steal a few brief and fleeting glances to the wolves in front of him. The lyxxus continued to speak, and began to enquire about he and the keiyou’s wings as she walked upon the branches above them. Clovis could have sworn he felt his face flush but ignored it, letting his wings fall open a bit. He had never been complemented on his wings before, and it made him feel a bit more self conscious. She couldn’t have been mocking him, could she? ”T-they work, Miss.” He replied, feeling a bit embarrassed. Of course they could work, why would someone just keep a pair of wings merely for show?
Coming with me? The whisp’s eyes widened at the question, and turned to Torment, as if he was looking for help or some sort of answer. He wasn’t sure why, but if the other male had decided to follow Allison, then he assumed he should as well. His mouth fell open ever so slightly, his answer relying on the keiyou’s. Wide sea blue eyes meet with the other’s, the whisp’s showing fear, questioning, and confusion. Clovis was frightened to go by himself, not only because that she was still a stranger to him, but just the mere thought of being alone with her and being forced to make social contact. If Torment chose to go along as well, then surely he would make up for the whisp’s loss of words.
word count ;; 648 tags ;; Allison ! Torment ! ooc notes ;; bah . musical inspiration ;; speaking a dead language - joy williams
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Post by Torment on Dec 20, 2011 17:48:02 GMT -5
At the question about packs, Torment lowered his head. It seemed like he was the odd one out in this situation.
"Oh... er... I'm... not... really from a pack..." he murmured, "I just kinda... go where ever..." he pawed awkwardly at the ground. He could have told them that he didn't seem to have very much luck with packs, and that nothing good had ever come from him trying to become part of one, but he didn't think that they wanted to hear him whine. Anyways, that would be telling them more about himself than he felt comfortable saying.
The conversation then changed again as Allison jumped into the nearby tree. Her teasing tone made Torment look up curiously. It was a tone that had been turned on him before, and he was never quite sure how to react. Girls still confused him completely, and that voice didn't do anything to help. It was a voice that would earn chuckles and nudges from other male wolves, usually with a word of encouragement in his direction, but what they were encouraging he was never sure of.
Never-the-less, he lifted his wings from his sides.
"They work just fine..." he said shyly. He supposed that the best way to figure out exactly what that tone was supposed to mean was to go along with it. He turned to look at Clovis, and saw the uncertainty in the other wolf's eyes. He offered a small smile of reassurance, although he was uncertain himself, and then hopped up into the tree after Allison, landing on one of the branches. He wobbled for a moment, wings outstretched for balance, then found his footing. It was a bit strange, the way that his claws dug into the bark and the leaves brushed against the top of his head, but nothing totally unfamiliar. As a pup, the game "who can fly the highest" had often led him to the tops of trees or tall cliffs.
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Post by Allison Granger on Dec 20, 2011 23:01:31 GMT -5
She was agitated when they both wanted each other to come first like she’d bite! The only thing she bit was kill, and sometimes bones. She defiantly got unscrewed, and then she heard children. “Children? Children of Hvítur Ári? I come from, Aurelian Enclave. Way up north, I don’t like it down here much. I love it up there.” She heard Torment was a loner, she hadn’t met many loners, but they were fun. Creole, the plant wolf, funny, he was larger than her, but about the size of these two, middle between the three.
Clovis, wasn’t so sure, why wasn’t he? Sure, she almost scratched his eyes out, no big deal! She looked at him with dead set eyes, what harm could she do? Sure, take off a leg, no biggie! She snapped into reality, she saw Torment, lift his wings, Clovis replying softly. She leapt down towards Clovis, “Clovis I won’t hurt you why would I? Trust me; I can’t do any real damage to acquaint.” She leapt back up to torment, winked at jumped higher. She ran through the tree dodging limbs, annoying leaves in her face turned on the last branch, spinning, and running back to torment. “Whew! Nice jog, Torment.” She jumped on a tree trunk and slipped her head into a hole, and turned around, and lay down. She turned to Clovis, “You believe me? That I’ve been- blessed?” she caught up with herself “Well, something just went through me! Soft, kind, helpful a light can come from my paws now, I don’t understand it!” she buried her muzzle beneath her pelt. “I just, don’t know!”
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Post by clovis.austen ♔ on Dec 22, 2011 19:26:28 GMT -5
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Shock, bewilderment. He didn’t know how to respond or how to act, he knew nothing. Clovis felt his body tense when the keiyou gave him a small smile. He wasn’t use to such... kindness. Usually cold looks were thrown his way and he was chewed out like some prey. Worthless, a waste of space. He flinched back at the remembrance, ghostly voices echoing in his head. The whisp tried to pay no head to them though, but they still whispered hauntingly throughout his thoughts. It had been a while since he had been ‘bullied’ in a sense, but there were still wolves who continued to snap at him and throw him off their lands. This of course, was before he joined the Children, who welcomed him with open arms. The memories still haunted him and still made him wonder how long it would be before they too would throw him out.
The pale blue male snapped back to earth when he realized Torment had jumped up into the branches alongside the lyxxus. He couldn’t help but be surprised though, as the branches were miraculously sturdy enough to hold both a lyxxus and keiyou. He looked up to Allison when he heard her speak, talking about her pack. The Enclave huh...
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[/color] Clovis jumped back when the lyxxus leaped down toward him. Clovis I won’t hurt you why would I? Trust me; I can’t do any real damage to acquaint. The whisp tried not to scoff at her words, but a short cough made it’s way into the air to cover it. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone tried to persuade him that they would do no harm, but no. Liars, they all were. Perhaps she would be different though... He still didn’t trust her, let alone trust anyone, but he tried not to seem so cut off. Though, one would think Clovis would have learned by now but no, he just couldn’t help it. You believe me? That I’ve been- blessed? The whisp wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that. It wasn’t knew for a wolf to lie about being blessed by the Great Spirit, but what reason did this Lyxxus have to lie? ”Ah, well I- Well actually my parents... T-they’ve meet those who have been b-blessed before. I-it’s not impossible to be blessed. W-why would I not believe y-you?” He replied, trying to sound sincere but still sounding as incredibly shaky. Clovis noticed Torment still up in the branches and remembered his little promise he made with himself. Giving a doubtful look, he disappeared into sea blue and green smoke, it’s color exactly like his eyes, and then snaked up the trees and around the branches in a line of fog. Being wet prior to becoming smoke made him feel different in a way, but he brushed it aside as he came to a stop by the keiyou, the smoke rising from the branches and forming a vague silhouette of his body. The smokey figure brushed against the other winged wolf as it past him, dropping the silhouette briefly to form just another cloud of smoke floating closely on the branches. The silhouette began to build again before it flickered back into the full form of the Whisp. He stood a fair distance away from the two, a several meters perhaps and was ready to disperse back into smoke should the branch ever give way. His eyes darted from Torment to Allison, going back and forth. ”A-are we still going to... g-go?” word count ;; 621 tags ;; Allison ! Torment ! ooc notes ;; bah . musical inspiration ;; breathe - telepopmusik ![/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Torment on Dec 31, 2011 14:29:20 GMT -5
“You believe me? That I’ve been- blessed?”
The question was a simple one, but it came with a whole herd of memories. For a moment, Torment closed his eyes, letting the little tidbits of words and images wash over him. His father yelling, his mother sobbing, all the other little pups, jeering at him. Then the moment was over, and he looked up at Allison with a smile.
"My home-pack was made up of a group of very superstitious wolves. Almost everything was a sign from the Great Spirits for them. See how I'm not colored like most Keiyou?" he lifted a wing and nodded towards his white fur and various markings, "The whole pack went into a frenzy as soon as I was born. Half the pack thought it was a good omen, half the pack thought it meant ruin. That's how I got my name, you see? 'This little pup is the source of all our Torment!'" he laughed bitterly, "How many times did I hear that line?" he shook his head, trying to rid himself of the dark emotions associated with his old home, "Well, what I'm getting at is that yes, you very well could have been blessed. I haven't got any reason to doubt it."
He looked down at his paws, realizing that he had ended up rambling again. There was no real reason that anyone should want to know about his history, but there it was: the first two years of his life, all to answer one little question.
If I'm not careful, I'll probably end up telling them about Jaunt too, he thought. His eyes flicked towards Clovis, who was still standing on the ground. He opened his mouth to call out to him, only to stop, frozen in wonder.
Clovis had disappeared.
Instead of a wolf, a column of blue-green smoke made it's way up the tree. Torment watched as it slid across the branch, then became the vague form of a wolf, brushing lightly against his fur. He shivered, turning to watch it proceed further down the branch, finally reshaping itself back into a wolf. Torment stared blankly at Clovis for a moment, then finally regained his voice.
"How did you... what was..." he stammered, "huh?"
((OOC: Muse! Muse! Muse! Muse! End of the post.... nothin' >3>))
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Post by Allison Granger on Jan 2, 2012 2:09:10 GMT -5
The sun was going higher in the southern sky. Casting small numerous shadows of large things, into small shadows. The last leaves beginning to fall off mangrove trees, onto Allison’s amber small cat-like muzzle. They believed her they really believed her! “That sounds nice Torment.” She sighed and put her head down thinking of her blood stained past any past besides hers.
She stared at Clovis in disbelief. What was his problem! “You! Why don’t you believe me? Is there something wrong with me?” She coldly glared, and swiped her paw. “I feel like it! You do not know what I have been through so much I’ve been looking for my stupid dad for over two months that’s why I’m down here in this- this waterhole!” She slapped her paw into the bark, making it groan, and creek retracting her claws making sharp little pieces of woods fall into the murky water below. She was fed up acting nice; Vanya never pushed her far, and never made her act all nice; was this scared Keiyou really trying to make her mad?
She calmed down when Torment caught her eye, she looked skeptical at him. Then turned around, to find Clovis gone, a column of smoke took his place. She padded to it and poked the figure. She jumped back, and leaped up into a higher branch and crouched down. A voice she heard silently came from the figure. Clovis’s voice. She stepped, back onto the branch where the two where. “Wow Clovis. T-that’s so cool, and sorry I got all mad on you will you forgive me?”
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clovis.austen ♔
Children of Hvítur Ári
Storyteller[M:90][A:0]
and i must become the lion hearted boy .
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Post by clovis.austen ♔ on Jan 3, 2012 18:36:24 GMT -5
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The words of Torment’s story echoed through his thoughts. His heart felt a pang of guilt and sympathy, and he gave the winged wolf an quick sympathetic look, his eyes practically saying ’I’m sorry.’ Clovis felt awful every time he heard the past of someone else. His own past was nothing compared to those of many, for he had a simplistic life, traveling with his family consisting only of his mother and father, and was relatively happy beside the fact that he had such terribly trouble making friends. Many others had a past full of hate, bloodshed, and loss. He had yet to know that feeling, the feeling of loss, but he silently prayed he would never have to. The way many spoke of it, he knew he wouldn’t be able to bare it.
That sounds nice Torment. Clovis gave her a skeptical look. Hopefully she wasn’t referring to his past, because in his eyes, there wasn’t much ‘nice’ in it at all. Suddenly, when she snapped at him, his brows furrowed, unaware of what she was speaking of. He didn’t say he didn’t believe her, it was quite the opposite! ”I-I didn’t say anything of the s-sort!” he whispered, shrinking back from the words that lyxxus shouted. He was often feeling weak and vulnerable to the words and insults of others, but nothing bothered him more than being falsely accused. Though, he wouldn’t have been able to do much anyway, for Clovis was unable to cause any sort of damage. Though, he did remember how frightened she was when he made himself seem a lot larger than he was with his wings... Perhaps another time, when she crossed him.
The whisp tilted his head, staring at Torment and Allison, his expression showing great confusion. Why had they been so surprised? He had just went into his smoke form... Oh, Clovis suddenly remembered how his species were quite rare. They must have never heard of his kind before. A smirk showed on his lips and his eyes fell onto the wooden branch beneath him. He didn’t like when all the attention had been averted on him, especially when it had to do with his bloodlines. Though, Torment’s stammering made him a bit amused. When the lyxxus had apologized and asked for his forgiveness, he merely shrugged, unable to think of what to say. ”W-well, I guess...” he replied. ”They call my kind ‘Whisps’, we have this ability to... turn to smoke.” He explained, giving a small reassuring smile to Torment. It was sort of nice to see someone baffaled with his ability, rather than call him cursed or ‘weird’ and force him out of their lands. Hopefully they wouldn’t either...
word count ;; 481 tags ;; Allison ! Torment ! ooc notes ;; bah . musical inspiration ;; rill rill - sleigh bells !
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