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Mountain Springs
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My soul is gone...
The wind blew through the hollow trees that seemed to scrape the skies. The snow fell upon the ground in sheets and made the whole area blurr into a never ending mist. The air was still, except for the crunching of the ice that has gathered on top of the thick blanket of pure white. The birds started to twitter in expectation of the creature that was coming nearer every second, every moment. The world faded as her pressance came close, and when the birds saw her they flew away into the crisp evening air. They alofted, free of their past and dead thoughts, but the one angel on the ground couldn't. Couldn't escape from her past, her present, and even her future for she knew it was bleak. Bleaker, darker, and unbelievably dead. Dead like a rose without water, dead like the wolf without food. Dead. Just dead. Not living, not moving, and not breathing. Though, this one breathed.
Springs looked through the looking glass of her dreams. The birds had left her alone, and now she didn't even have her memories to comfort her. Lowering her tiara to the ground she smelled the trail of a fox that had fled when the snowstorm had taken place. Her eyes blurred, misted as the tears started to come. Her memories could be comforting at times, but now they caused her so much pain and sadness. She had taken off her mask so she could be alone with herself, alone with her true self. A quiet, shy, femme with no real dream of making it past another day. Lifting her tiara she looked around at her surroundings, white with black sticks poking out of the ground that were supposed to be trees. They didn't look like trees to her, they looked like sticks. Twigs, yes, that is what they looked like. Her stomach churned as everything seemed uneasy around her. This was going to be hard.
A raven landed on the ground a few feet away from her and looked at her with its black, emotionless eyes. Springs stared back, her eyes unfogging and her mask slid on. The mask of denile, the mask of false truth. It hid her true intentions, for she knew who she was. She was a freak, a nonloved wonderor with no real place to call home since the death of her beloved. Her shoulders hunched over, she looked at the black image on the ground. It was beautiful, but eerie at the same time.
Finally, after what seemed like hours the bird flew into the air screeching its wonderous call of 'Nevermore' into the air. Her paws shuffled and stirred the ice covered sheets of snow and her whole body shivered, winter was upon her and she looked small compared to the outside. The mask slid away, and she let the wind carry her scent if anyone wanted to talk to her. She would talk, talking always seemed to lighten the load on her heart and make her life easier to live. Though, she still wanted to jump over a cliff into the deep abiss. No one would miss her, for she was the bad omen. She was the one that brung death into the world, no matter how bad she didn't want to.
...Forever
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Kyalu
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« Reply #1 on May 22, 2005, 7:37pm » | |
A male wolf who had passed threw the blanketing snows moved with a simple elegance that only he seemed to notice. His coat was white with patched blue silver like a saddle. He had thick fur that collected the soft flakes that reminded him of the clouds. His name was Kyalu but many simply called him Ky, he was a gentle wolf with no need for battle. Pausing for a moment he thought he caught scent of something on the breeze but when all he heard was the call of a crow he shurgged and continued on his path along the barren white. The grand trees that dappled the hills and plain enchanted him. Though, at times the trees seemed like nothing they provided life that would not live without them. Kyalu felt the harsh wind sear threw his blue orbs but that didn't bother him as much as his famine form. He was thin, maybe too thin but times were harsh and he hadn't had time to stop and eat.
Kyalu's watering eyes glanced around him as the swift wind cut over his blades and his churning pistons paused. Pelt lifting and falling in a strande motion as his auds flicked to and fro, nares questing the breeze. Thier was something he recongnized, a scent that brought him back. Though, this scent was of a wolf that he didn't know at least it was a wolf. Kyalu growled, titling his head, letting his optics stare into the wind. Trying to catch a glimpse of the female, but nothing came into view so he pressed onward. Now his pace was slowing for the snow had come up much higher in that short amount of time. His shag was almost all white from the flakes that collected. Kyalu's thin belly fur cascaded lightly over the icy cold snow drifts. His thick banner raised then lowered as he finally caught sight of the she wolf. Kyalu couldn't tell if this female was an alpha, or just a wanderer like hismelf. Kyalu took the safe road, falling into a submissive mannor. Croching low, ears flipped back, tail under his hindquarters. Lips strung back, slowly he whimpered as he crawled close to the fea.
"Hallo? I be Kyalu, and you, pretty fem?" Kyalu titled his head but still he acted with all the submission he could muster upon himself. His muscles were straining as he staied in the awkward postion. The wind rapped against his frame and made him topple. Kyalu blushed beneath his thick cheek fur and hoped she han't seen his stumble. Kyalu whimpered again to the femme, he repeated himself just incase the wind had hidden his voice. "So, are you fellow wanderer or grand alphess?" Kyalu asked briskly, the wind cut across his tongue and it made him shiver. Kyalu pressed himself against the snow maybe for warmth but all it accomplished was making him even more cold because the snow melted into his thick fur. Kyalu shivered gently, his teeth chattered as he looked into the face of the wolf. His head titled and his eyes squinted both in curiostiy and too keep the ice flakes out of his orbs. Kyalu repeated himself one last time and then waited for a responce, still standing in the submissive way. Showing all his respect towards this femme.
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Mountain Springs
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| | Re: The ravens call
« Reply #2 on May 22, 2005, 8:12pm » | |
Say hello...
Spring swung her tiara around to look at him, for she had thought she was alone in this desolent land. The raven had left her, and now it had been traded with a wolven that talked very clearly. Though, she didn't have much problems with that. The mask slid on, hiding her emotions well. The day seemed even more faded as she looked through her amber orbs into the silver blue ones of the one before her. When he was done she looked alittle dumbfounded, for he didn't act or look like a loner at all. Lowering her head in greeting, she thought about what she was to say in an answer to his question. yes she was an alphess, but in her soul she was more lost than anyother. She was the freak, the lost hope of her pack. She was probably the only survivor of that great pack, for they had been brutally murdered after her leave. Her heart ached about this, she replied. "I am Mountain Springs, sir. I am Alphess of the Timer Lake Pack, and please rise." She looked less distressed now, and she rose her crown.
The life inside her was now slowly returning to her bodice, though a cool air still lived in her heart as it beated for life. A beat for joy, and a beat for sorrow. Sorrow, she disliked that word for she had known so much of it in the past and it ate at her every day, every second of her new life. She wanted to leave it behind, leave everything behind her in the new day. Though, the new day couldn't come fast enough for her in the end. She wanted it now, now as in right at this very moment in the present tense. Flicking her auds back, she sniffed the air. She missed the Raven already, but knew it would be easier with this fellow. This fellow would make some of her anguish go away.
She looked down at him, her amber orbs shining in the pale light of the setting sun. Her fur matched it's hues, and her eyes looked like they were one with the beams. The sun's last shinings made the snow glitter, for it was becoming warmer and less prone to the slick, white substance. She waited, patiently for him to answer. She had learned patience for she had to be. Patience told her the way to talk, act, live, and sin. The frozen hell she had gone through before entering hwe new life had faded and now she felt easier
...To death
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Kyalu
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| | Re: The ravens call
« Reply #3 on May 23, 2005, 5:41pm » | |
Kyalu perked up and bowed grasiously when she spoke her beautiful name, and her rank that caught him slightly offgaurd. Kyalu's pelt made a slapping noise as the breeze cut threw him like a knife. Deep silver blue eyes gazing for a long moment into her pretty face but he looked away. He didn't want to catch eyes with her which meant a challenge between them. Kyalu nodded to her as he rose from his bow, tail tucked beneath his hind quarters and ears laid flat in submission. Kyalu stepped forward over the thick snow and his pads spread to hold him above it partially. Kyalu flicked his tail again and glanced around, he caught sight of something black fluttering threw the sky and was enchanted for a few moments. Deep within he also wished to fly high above like the raven and the eagle and the hawk. And so many other things that soared across the sky but thier was one thing he never wanted to fly like, man. Kyalu cringed at the thought in his head, man, who ever thought those three letters could send a chill down your spine?
"Oh, Dear alphess, such a pretty name and a beautiful frame. Why do you stay out in such searing weather, why not deep within a den? A place to hide away from the cutting beeze until the wind has died?"
Kyalu titled his head and huddled close together behind a tree. His body shuddering as he smiled charmingly to Kyalu. He always had a charming smile he might of been the fastest of all the wolves or the bravest but he had a large heart. A heart that he always wanted to share, he was always willing to listen and to help out. He wanted all of his friends to trust him and feel safe around him. Kyalu had helped many wolves with thier problems but other times it dealt with such personal thigns like love and death. Kyalu couldn't ever help with things that were either impossible or dealth with free will. Kyalu's thoughts were cleared as he focused back on the female before him. Kyalu nodded and then bowed,
"I am not hear just to ask foolish questions or to admire you, I wish to ask of joining thow pack, thy shall except any rank to dub onto me." Kyalu smiled gently to her, he lifted up from his bow and stood to his apex but kept his maw below hers.
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Mountain Springs
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| | Re: The ravens call
« Reply #4 on May 23, 2005, 6:04pm » | |
The end...
Mountain Springs was suprised how much submission he was giving her, for she did not need it from friends and fellow pack members. The only one's deserving this much submission were those of the Elders, who did not belong to a pack at all, but stayed away and ruled over the alphas. Her tail curled around her haunches like a cat, and her ears flicked forward as Kyalu asked her what she was up to. Her mind thought over what she was to answer, and she licked her jowls for a moment. Then he asked her to join the ranks, and she fell into an even deeper thought. The air fell silent, and she lowered her head alittle to look less dominent, she she knew she did not deserve to be so regal. She was not noble, or regal. She was just a lucky wolf who was blessed with an alpha as a father. Her mind wandered, then came back with a hard thump.
" I told you to rise, and I consider you an aquantince and I do not need such submission from you. The simple lowering of you head below mine will suffice with me. I am doing nothing more then soul searching out here, for a wolf deserves this, does it not?" She was very polite, and keenly set at mind. She lifted her head again, and looked at him in the eyes as if searching through his soul. Her orbs squinted, but then relaxed as she rose to her four ivory paws. "You seem fit for the job of a mage, you may join as a mage if it would please you. I have decided that be your rank, higher then a warrior, but less then a Eta. Do you understand?"
Her tiara lowered and so did her frame as she looked at him keenly. Her amber orbs shining with a slightly different manner. She found something in him she liked, and thought she could make him into a grand mage if he allowd it. Her ears flicked forward, and her mind was active as she looked over him from the tip of the tail to the four smudged grew and white paws. Then to the tip of his black nose. Slowly and elegantly she walked around him, her eyes peirced like sabers but she had no bad intentions. She had to know the few wolves good enough for her pack, and she thought she had found her first one worthy of a title in the Timber Lake Pack.
...Is near
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Kyalu
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« Reply #5 on May 24, 2005, 5:06pm » | |
Kyalu smiled and stood to his apex as he stretched his limbs. His jaws parted wide in a stressful yawn, his eyes squinted as he blocked the snow from his orbs. Auds flipped back so as not to catch the oncoming flakes. Kyalu titled his head and kept his maw just below hers. He sat and his banner flicked lightly, gently the moon began to cut threw the clouds but then it disappeared as another fray of white blasted against his form. The cold cutting threw his coat and freezing his skin, Kyalu shuddered and huddled. His tongue slipping over his glinting ivories. Kyalu's coat wavered as another run of wind cut away the warmth. Kyalu let the wind whistle between his ears for a moment and then he flipped them back. His whiskers folding and bending to the strength of the wind. Kyalu meaded the snow with his front pads, rocking back and forth on them. He smiled warmly to the alphess and nodded. He would of tooken any rank she granted him. Any one she burdened him with, for anything she asked would never be a burden for him. Kyalu thought she was very pretty and made his heart thump. Kyalu's eyes were warm compared to the weather that sprung around them. The sickly trees creaked as a stronger gust pushed him forward and sent him tumbling over Springs. Kyalu blushed deeply and his fur felt on fire. Kyalu laughed fullheartedly as he stood on powerful pistons.
"Excuse my faulter, Misses Springs, it tis Misses. isn't it?" Kyalu asked, titling his head. But he then bowed to her grasiously and a bright expression played across his eyes. "Thank you for this rank, I shall charish it with all my heart, but I will greatly hand it down if you so desire, Mountain Springs. But I do not think that a femme as wonderful as yourself such a thin section of submission, I think you deserve as much as I can give."
ooc: Sorry so short.
-Jack
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Mountain Springs
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I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, but I shall fear no evil
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Location: Winchester, England
| | Re: The ravens call
« Reply #6 on May 24, 2005, 5:23pm » | |
The locket...
Mountain Springs tilted her head, and noticed the wind was picking up. Though, she was built for the cold and thought it pleasant. Lowering onto her haunches again, she flicked her ears forward to create drag on her head. A small smile lit her maw, for she knew the world was slowly fading into nothing. Her tail curled about her haunches elegantly and she laid her auds back again. She was disapearing into the snow with her white coat that only had a few blotches of gray in it. Her amber eyes watched him shiver, he was not made for the cold. Her thick pelt was tousled in the wind, but she still looked elagant among the white. Her patience was great, and her manner was wise. You would think her as a Misses, but no, she was not. She had once been, but he had left this world for the great sky above.
"I feel that submission is how weak alphas show they are high in rank. I do not need this, for I and my pack mates know who I am and it is not needed." Her voice rang alittle in the wind, and so the wind ripped through her white pelt. Amber eyes glittering with a wise look. "No, I am not a misses. I was at one time, but then something happened and I was left as a widow." Her tail loosened around her haunches, and she tilted her head in the other direction. The wind slowed as if it was told to, and the weather seemed to lite up. It was if the gods had just told the air to slow, and the clouds to stop their merciless pounding on the ground. The trees creaked above, and the birds twittered in their sleep for they knew a storm was on the way. It was always the quietest before the storm.
...Is gathering dust
ooc: I am brain dead today and don't have much to say.
Mountain Springs
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« Reply #7 on May 29, 2005, 3:58pm » | |
OOC: I want to prove my skills. So at first this might be a little off topic.
The clouds peirced the skys that flowed like a river above. Sending down a frozen shower of crystalized rain droplets. They stroked the wind that blew so elegantly above the snowy blanket earth. The smell that was so thickly spread threw the vallies and the forests and the plains made the world seem like one giant flower. The snow that drifted threw the frozen air sparkled and glimmered beneath the sun that was playing hide and seek behind the churning and tilling puffels of white. Searing threw the snow that clung to every creature and inanimate object were eyes silver blue, so deep that not even all the waters in the ocean could fill. They were young and they were brave, but they melted into the warmth that he so casually wore. The wind that belted his ears hissed and screamed but he was unfazed by the breaths that cut him so vividly. The sun that had risen so high was now blocked by the billowing puffs of floating fog above. The trees that creaked from the essesive breath of air made a howling note that broke the yowling wind. The ice cold stung the nostrils of the gentle wolf. The long shaggy gray and white fur slapped against his frame. Legs standing stifly in defiance against the cold that seeped threw his under coat. His long tail flicking behind him as if the wind was controlling it. Standing to his apex, flanks and haunches set maw proding the wind.
Throwing back his mighy jaws, his ivory teeth were invisable in the blinding snow and a chorus rumbled within his stomach, leaping forth from his voice box and finally erupting from his mouth like an explosion of desatorous proportions. The shards of song slashed against the wind and climbed against the harsh winds. The howl scaling until finally no longer was it audiable but it was thier. The howl hanging in the air and echoing threw the bands of wind. Then finally his lungs that faultered and his song was lost. Only living within the faint echo that breached the hounding blizzard. But his nostrils flared as he took in another swallow of air, it burned his throat and once again threw back his grand head. Letting his jowls part and the chorus too reach up and slice threw the air. Moving with vengance against the blistering cold. The note he held was frozen in time for unseizable moments and then finally both calls died into the wind. Kyalu toss his gaze into the face of the alpha and he stood, his tail folding against the will of the wind. A snarl made his lips curl and his ivories flashed. Ears spinning as he tried to catch the words of the other wolves that had taken up his call. Kyalu shook his mane and the snow that had collected on his fur burst into the air. Sending a white ora around him. The wind swirled up and took the extra snow into the air. Sending it flakes tumbling and fumbling. The branches of the trees shuddered and scent down a shower of hard ice, but Kyalu jumped away from the shards.
Kyalu let the wind lap against his hide as he took in a deep breath, Mountain Springs scent woven thickly into it. Kyalu let his eyes burrow into her pelt, the beauty of it radiating a warm sensation threw his flesh. Deep within his widlest imagenation he found himself standing flank to flank with this female. Heart lavishing thier togetherness for eternity to come. Kyalu bowed to his lowest postion, the wind cutting threw his mane and he could feel the currents tugging at the strands that coated him thickly. Kyalu lifted up onto long slender limbs full of power and strength. The wind died and he let the silence confide to him the words of his past. The nature that spoke so freely to him, the world he never left behind. Kyalu could feel the strain of the trees as the snow topped thier large branches. Kyalu could feel the vigor of the dead grass below the icy depths. He knew the spirits that climbed threw his dreams and tried to teach him things from the late past. Kyalu tossed his maw upwards and his eyes caught the ebony feathers of a crow lifting from the trees. Great wings opening forth and the sun beamed between the clouds and engulfed it within a ray of light. It shimmered and the crow called loudly, it struck Kyalu's ears but not as a screeching note like the humans chanted but a song that only the animals of the forest could hear with thier forgiving nature. Kyalu let the world slip away and then he grasped it again. He exchanged thankful glance to Mountain Springs.
"We shall meet again Ms. Springs, that I can gaurantee, for I am looking for life. Good bye, dear Alphess. Tis' time I search for new allies and friends."
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