what doesn't kill you {coneiron}

[|-Moonrose-|]

Her claws kneaded at the prickly grass, pulling up clumps of it from the slightly frosted ground. The nighttime moon shone down on her fiery red pelt, reflecting off of it and causing the river to shimmer as it flowed through the valley. Her luminescent sapphire eyes glowed as she stared almost angrily at her own reflection. She stood there, staring blankly at the water, feeling her heart twist in pain as the name continued to echo within the contents of her head. She heard it over and over again, and she only found herself more confused by the second.

Coneiron...

He had obtained a First Guardian position, something she had been trying to get to for who knows how long. It pained her to know that she had failed to reach it at all in the beginning. She had nothing left of her old life, and all she had ever wanted to do since losing everything was to find something to protect. The Children happened to be that something, and she had been running around the territory day in and day out in order to do so. Perhaps she was not strong enough, trained enough, or even had the trust of those around her enough. She wondered what was wrong with her, even though deep down, she knew there was nothing.

Moonrose sighed, flopping down onto her belly and resting her head on the ground in front of her. Her nose nearly touched the water, and she didn't mind. She remembered the first time she had been near water in this territory. She couldn't swim and she feared the clear liquid. The memory brought a smile to her face, and a small chuckle from her throat. Even though it hurt to know she would need to try harder to get into the position that she wanted to be in. All she wanted was to protect her pack, give her life for something that she loved so dearly.

The Lyxxus allowed her four tails to splay out around and behind her, the tips twitching slightly as she thought of all the precious things she had gained since coming here. A home, a family. She had a friend in Brightness, and in Kalylia, as well as a possible mutual love with Nocht. She knew she loved him, but was unsure if he felt the same. Satinka had become something of a mother to her, and she would watch her pups for her whenever she needed it. She had friends in quite a few people here, and was the protector of them all. She had gained a power, Telekinesis, and had gone through so much since coming here.

"Perhaps this is not so bad..." She sighed, still disappointed in herself. "After all, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I can try harder."

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[Coneiron]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/cback-22.jpg] "Speaking" The night time flashed like a silky cloak over the valley, resting lightly on the sleeping wolves as it shimmered with dazzling stars, masking the light of day and plunging the world into one of mystery and allure. Despite the mystical atmosphere that grace the valley, Coneiron also knew it was prime time for those wolves that evil commandeered their hearts and so often he would switch his shifts into night ones just to ensure he was fully covering all his grounds. He blended in eerily well despite his almost luminescent eyes that glittered in a ghostly fashion as shadows wrought havoc upon his inky black pelt. He moved like a dangerously large and ominous predatory through the night, youthful and full of ill disguised vigor as he ran with strong thrusts of his large paws, the thick fur on his back sining blue in the cold light of the moon. The rivers of aqua and cobalt blue flashed if only for brief moments as he ran, exhilerated by the feel of his muscles in the cold, heating his body so that light steam rose form his back into the night air. The First Guardian followed the path of the river tonight, running with it on the ground while it ran its course in its watery bed, both strong individuals that were as deep as they were alive. In the water the figure of a long serpentine snake moved along, occasionally breaking the surface as it dived, one of Coneiron’s water creations that he enjoyed bringing to life if only for a short time. The dragon serpent was his favorite, looking wise and yet not exactly the type of imagine to be taken lightly, he could use it to pull victims into the icy clutches of the river just as he could use it to mesmerize and delight. As he ran he kept his tail high behind him, long silky strands blowing in the wind while he panted with his extended job. So absorbed in his thoughts was he that he barely saw the figure of a lyxxus crouched by the river’s edge and as a last second reaction he leaped high over the wolf to avoid trampling it, the water serpent following his movements as it came to fully emerge from the water in a graceful breach. As Coneiron hit the ground paws first and halted to a stop so did the serpent, plunging back deep into the current of the inky river. Coneiron remembered this lyxxus, it was Moonrose, another devoted Guardian for the pack, and though he had not had much interaction with her, he knew her to be extremely loyal and courageous. Swiveling around he lowered his head so he could gaze at eye level and then stretched his well muscled body out to ease the newly developing kink from his abrupt stop. He had not seen the lyxxus since being gifted with eternal youth, and although he still looked like Coneiron it could be seen that his once youthful composition had been restored, muscles hardened back to their original state, teeth restore to their youthful brilliance and pelt restored to a lustrous shine. Apologetically he said, “So sorry dear, my apologies but I believe you almost became road kill as a result of my inattention.” He shook his head, mentally berating himself for not paying more attention to his surroundings for he often became slightly inattentive when he ran, his joy of speed diluting his sharp senses. C o n e i r o n 's . S o n g

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