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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 14, 2010 20:15:12 GMT -5
I’m the warrior of life,
I know the reaper by name.[/font][/color] Rhys walked back to his usual area amongst a group of evergreen trees. A little stream barely fought against the freezing temperatures, crystallizing the surface. He sat his rump down and looked at the silver light pushing through the trees. This had been his spot to be alone since he was a pup. In the other seasons he would have sat in the stream and let the water soothe him, but he did not get that luxury this time around.
His thoughts rambled through the previous events. In a way, he was a hero. He'd led the group to Faris, and they'd successfully saved him. He hid because he didn't want that title on his crown. That's not who I am. Rhys had been searching so hard for what his purpose was. Why had his mother dropped him off here and just as abruptly left? In his mind, logically, he knew why. But it seemed like there was something more behind it. A freak twist of fate.
As the light gave his black form a silver lining, the brute continued his ponderings. Multiple sighs exited his muzzle, mind at work at attempting to figure out the puzzle again, only to become frustrated, again. Who am I? Why was I, a black monster, placed among such white works of beauty?[/color] My blood's running cold;
I see pain wherever I go… [/color]
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Post by Amanda on Jan 14, 2010 20:29:18 GMT -5
Kira had given up looking for the loner she had attempted to lead here. It seemed that she was just too much of a pack wolf. It didnt matter to her, she had a few half siblings, her mother, and an influx of new wolves with which to mingle.
Continuing her wanderings she scented Rhys, the oddly quiet and dark packmate with whom she had rarely interacted. She came into his sheltered glen slowly, and sat beside him as if it had been natural, as if she had been doing it her entire life.
She did not speak, giving him time to decide wether or not he would chase her away, or accept her presence there beside him.
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 14, 2010 21:10:00 GMT -5
I’m the warrior of life,
I know the reaper by name.[/font][/color] There were soft crunches of snow, surprising the loner. Scent distinguished who it was for him; one of the offspring of one wolf called Nuri and Larka. Her name was Kira, a name odd on his tongue.
He did not advert his eyes from the glowing heavens. Instead, he sat in content silence, having no reaction to the fae that had just strangely sat beside him. He knew not the reason for her appearance to him, and he wasn't going to question it. If it were something important, she would say on her own. [/color] My blood's running cold;
I see pain wherever I go… [/color]
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Post by Amanda on Jan 14, 2010 22:33:43 GMT -5
Kira smiled gently as he didnt even react, wondering how to choose her next words.
I suppose...im tired of being alone in this world...and you have always been here...unlike so many others...What keeps you here?
She shook out her thich pelt, gazing at the pretty patterns the ice etched onto the rushing water. she loved water it was so...calming.
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 14, 2010 22:42:12 GMT -5
I’m the warrior of life,
I know the reaper by name.[/font][/color] Rhys' orbs went from the sky to directly in front of him as he pondered Kira's question. He knew what it was, and yet he did not want to admit it. However, he was no liar. I am afraid of the outside. It was as simple as that. Even though the loner lands were not any different from the packlands, he did not like the thought of going out there. At least here, he was not truly ever alone.[/color] My blood's running cold;
I see pain wherever I go… [/color]
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Post by Amanda on Jan 14, 2010 22:53:13 GMT -5
She pondered his answer, and nodded knowingly.
I think I am too...it just doesnt feel right. I left once, with my sister Lana but i was not even gone a day. Its like a lonely hostile alien world out there...no trees to shelter us, and no one to talk to. Even when you do stumble across someone they are either hostile or not very talkative...its...strange.
She huffed her breath in a sigh and peeked at him, her muzzle a mask of seriousness. She was a pack wolf, through and through.
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 15, 2010 12:36:07 GMT -5
I’m the warrior of life,
I know the reaper by name.[/font][/color] Rhys blinked. Was that the reason he rarely ventured beyond the lines of green? The fact that there was nothing over his head to protect him from the eyes of the sky? It was too possible. The darker it was, the easier it became to hide amongst the wolves of white.
Glancing over to his newly found kindred spirit, he wondered something quietly to himself. He himself was not the most talkative. Yet here he was, talking with a fae that Larka had born. Yes... it doesn't seem right, does it? A sigh exited his muzzle again and he watched the mist find its way into the heavenly light. He secretly wished his mother were here to tell him what to do, or soothe his fleeting mind. It seemed like his thoughts were more and more uncontrollable lately.
Perhaps it was just the season.[/color] My blood's running cold;
I see pain wherever I go… [/color]
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Post by Amanda on Jan 15, 2010 17:51:34 GMT -5
Kira continued to study the intricate lace that the ice had created. Placing a delicately formed front paw onto the crystalline sheet, she pressed down gently for a few seconds, then lifted her paw from the slick surface. Emblazoned darkly into the thin coat of snow lying atop the ice was a perfect paw print.
It isn't so bad here...we hardly want for anything...except maybe company and stability once in a while
Her calm blue orbs traced over his dark form, wondering what was running through his mind, who he really was.
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 15, 2010 20:49:52 GMT -5
I’m the warrior of life,
I know the reaper by name.[/font][/color] Rhys snorted. Stability? The events in the Ravilin were anything but stable. He thought that perhaps he'd get more peace if he just ran around the loner lands. Once in a long while...
Rhys felt her blue eyes scrutinizing him, and he fur nearly stood on end. He wasn't used to this kind of attention; it made him want to run away. However, he kept his pillars firmly in place while he stared at the stream, not wanting blue to meet blue. He would get used to it over time, he knew; it was just the result of him being unsocialized towards newer wolves he didn't know. That was another of the reasons on the checklist of why he left the family of Faris; he did not know who that other fae was, though she had smiled at him.[/color] My blood's running cold;
I see pain wherever I go… [/color]
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Post by Amanda on Jan 15, 2010 22:30:29 GMT -5
Kira smiled and returned her gaze to the perfect paw print she had made. It was almost surreal in its perfection. looking up at the sparkling stars, she pondered her next words.
Would you rather I leave you be, in your treasured solitude?
She flicked her plume around her haunches, half tensing her muscles, awaiting his certain rejection. She didn't want to leave, his presence was a soothing balm to her frazzled mind, but she also felt that she was encroaching on his sheltered space, making him uncomfortable.
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 15, 2010 23:12:57 GMT -5
I’m the warrior of life,
I know the reaper by name.[/font][/color] Rhys' oceanic orbs narrowed, not at the wolfess for what she said, but at the words themselves. That's not what he had meant. It almost hurt for him to accept that he had conveyed his feelings wrongly. Instead, his eyes trailed over to the pawprint that Kira had so artfully placed in the snow. The young brute decided, in that moment, that he would not be alone anymore.
With gentleness that many would say was unbecoming of a wolf, he placed his own paw over the indent in the snow. When he lifted it, it revealed a pawprint in a pawprint. Rhys' larger print engulfed Kira's. He had not meant to ruin it by any means; it was more of a symbol for him to remember has he spoke his next words. I can share my treasure with you... if you like. Rhys did not look back at her to see her reaction. He feared the negativity she might or might not feel. He stood calmly, awaiting judgment as she had previously done.[/color] My blood's running cold;
I see pain wherever I go… [/color]
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Post by Amanda on Jan 16, 2010 0:03:25 GMT -5
Kira quirked her fluffy white ears backwards and forwards, her pretty blue orbs fixated upon the melded paw prints. Her voice was soft as she spoke, almost hesitant and shy-which was unlike her.
Rhys, I would be honored...
She swept her ice blue orbs to catch his own cool gaze, her breath escaped her in a short gasp at the sensation she felt-it was so strange, so different. She had never looked at another male the way she gazed at Rhys, and it startled and flustered her.
I...I am sorry I...don't know what has come over me...
I have been rejected for so long...by my siblings...even my father was displeasured by my presence...Stars help me I don't want to end up like Mother...always seeking and never quite finding that true happiness every wolf seeks...
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 16, 2010 0:17:33 GMT -5
I’m the warrior of life,
I know the reaper by name.[/font][/color] A solemn smile crossed Rhys' face at the mentioning of Kira's brief past... and of Larka. You've both had it hard... He held her gaze for a few moments, as though searching for something to say.
The expression on his face became slightly more happy as he tapped the bottom of her chin with the top of his nose. You don't need to know what's come over you. Just know that I don't reject you. This was the first time he'd shown himself to anyone besides the little stream beside the two of them. Why he'd never revealed this to anyone was a mystery to even himself. He blamed it on being judged being too soft... though no one had ever seen Rhys truly mad.[/color] My blood's running cold;
I see pain wherever I go… [/color]
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Post by Amanda on Jan 16, 2010 0:35:07 GMT -5
Kira grinned from ear to ear, her thick plume waving pleasantly. She rose upon long elegant limbs, her muzzle extended to touch the underside of his chin in the gentlest of caresses.
Come, run away with me...
She moved a few paces away, half play-bowing to him to break the tension and nervousness that she felt, but also to express her joy at his words.
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Post by Shai'Ren on Jan 16, 2010 0:43:08 GMT -5
I’m the warrior of life,
I know the reaper by name.[/font][/color] Rhys started towards her, the waves in his eyes the calm before the storm. Just, tell me how far... He rumbled, all senses trained on her, waiting for her to move. Whether she ran or merrily trotted off would spark a reaction equal to that of what she performed. He waited patiently, his usual thoughts nothing but ashes in the air--possible to see, but almost impossible to catch.[/color] My blood's running cold;
I see pain wherever I go… [/color]
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