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Posted 06-11-2017, 08:35 AM |
Divine Intervention
GODLY
N/A, 11.00
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x in, x lbs
Infinite ep
© Divinity
The Serene Fields are eerily silent tonight—usually ignited by the lights of the galaxies and the heavens that rained down star dust upon the wolves of Doutaini. It is almost as if the very life had been sucked out of it. It is barren in it's snowy blanket and the atmosphere is seemingly still. Even the prey, predators, and tiny night singing insects had ostensibly vanished. Snowflakes dance to the world below, steadily as they normally would. Though on this night, they do not glitter with the remnants of celestial souls. There is no wind, only silence and tranquility. Serene the fields were, but how come? The dark skies are clouded, moonlight only peeking through every now and then as thunder rolled distantly. It would sound as if it came from some place far far away. From asunder there is vague chattering, interpreted by those who might gather to be a simple white noise. If one stops to listen, really listen—with their heart and soul, they might hear a buzz of a voice. Those who knew her would know, but those who didn't would not. "....home.." Hoshiko's voice is ethereal, almost undistinguishable in the heavy silence.

Though the SDF usually takes place tonight, the Serene Fields are eerily quiet. Feel free to have your characters come and react how you see fit.




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Posted 06-11-2017, 09:00 AM |
Fire
Lilith
Fire Beta
Female, 2.50
Endomorph
33 in, 130 lbs
57 ep
© Renee
She is frozen, suddenly still as the world around her has collectively come to a halt.

Lilith had taken Vaitan’s advice and traveled outside of the Torrid Desert, but not without the appreciative pendent nestled at her breast that had been ignited in use, as she often relied on her use of heat to navigate the chilly winter nights and days. But the light in that ruby pendent had suddenly gone out, a chill greedily consuming her spine. Her skin puckers, twilight eyes wide as they peer into the distance of the Serene Fields. Something was happening, something she knew nothing of - what was this? The blonde warrior moves in closer, but the further she moved there was no finding what had caused the earth to be still. It is then, the voice buzzes into her brain, ears flicked back in confusion as she feels her hackles bristle, unsure what to do or say at this point. Had she been the only one to notice? Was she going crazy? Surely not, after all Doutiani was a land of magic..


credit @RussianBlues of DA.
recolored by Kiwi.



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Posted 06-11-2017, 09:23 AM |
Llian
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     It is terribly late out, but Llian doesn't want to return to the cove just yet. She's only been away for about a day, not even that really. This time she makes a mental note not to be gone from Firefly Cove for a lengthy period. The last time she had been torn into (well almost) by her mother for being gone so long. Llian knows her mother is just concerned about her well being. So she'll be more mindful of how the alabaster Valentine feels. Tonight she finds herself in the Serene Fields. A large sea of snow stretches out before her, and for a moment she stands there completely puzzles. Flakes fall from the heavens, and cling to the gossamer tendrils. What is this stuff? Hesitantly she steps forward. Step by step. Going deeper into the fields. At first the cold doesn't bother her, but soon her feet are feeling the bitterness of the snow. Lilith's peace is destined to be interrupted by the Divine girl, because from a distance she notices the glowing Fire gem. Father? Llian thinks to herself, and her head lifts high. Never in her months has she met the man who sired her. All she knows is that he is from Fire. She rushes forward.
     The closure she gets to Lilith the more she notices the feminine features of the radiant young woman. Her pace slows for a moment, and she stops several yards from Lilith. Lips purse momentarily together. She doesn't want to admit that she thought the Fire woman was her father for a second. Not wanting to embarrass either one of them. Are you getting this weird feeling too? Llian inquires. Commenting on the eerie silence, and how the world seems to be slowing to a halt. Moving closer to the Fire woman she slips up to Lilith's side, and leans toward her. Aiming to gently lean into the older female. I uh...sorry. I shoulda asked, but uh do you mind if I cuddle you for a little? Falling silence for several seconds she pipes up I'm Llian Valentine of Divine. Letting the silence consume them again she awaits Lilith's reaction. To see if she'd pull away, or snap at her. This silence is different though because in her ear drums she can hear the little whisper saying 'home'. Ivory ears flick forward, and her head swivels away from Lilith. Who said that?








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Posted 06-11-2017, 12:15 PM | This post was last modified: 06-11-2017, 12:25 PM by Kynaios
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 2.50
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
Heavy snow, still and cold, muffled every sound for miles. It made him feel like he was traveling in a bubble or walking through a dream. The night around him was starless and dark. Quiet. Thunder drummed in the low clouds, earth-rumbling but distant, and snow creaked under his snowshoe paws. For a while, those were the only two sounds that followed him as he cut through the Serene Fields.
Until he noticed the static.
It came softly, creeping up from the silence. It babbled between his ears, faint and incessantly, like the buzzing of a fly. Kynaios stopped briefly, and flicked his ears around. When nothing changed, he tried listening--really listening--but he heard nothing meaningful in the hiss. What might have been a voice could easily have been anything. Anything at all. Maybe there was nothing there to find.
What the hell was it and why was he hearing it, then?
Maybe the silence was getting to him.

The rogue bunched his shoulders and leveled his head. He picked up his pace and plowed through the snow, alert; keen to steal through this apparent dreamscape unnoticed. Such was the goal, until he came around a low knotted hill and found two wolves nearly hidden in the fuzzy darkness of the winter's night.
Kynaios paused, caught almost by surprise that there might be others here. Their appearance exaggerated the chilling absence of all other living things--it was only a vague detail, and he hadn't noticed it consciously until then. Kynaios wondered if he'd stumbled on some secret meeting between the two; maybe even the origin of the white noise.
The smaller one was lily white and physically somewhere in her early adolescence. The other was filigreed cream except for the muzzle of shadow, with eyes a medley of color he couldn't quite distinguish from here.
Cautiously, the cape over his shoulder blades fanned into spires of black spider-silk fur, and his tented ears stood at attention on the peak of his skull. The one, he noticed, was Akako's familiar... if he recognized the reddish hue of her pendant in the damp light. The other, who knew? He didn't hear her introduce herself.
"Fire," he called, voice carrying through the stillness, breath crystallized around his inky snout. "What's going on?" He wasn't sure he expected her to know. The atmosphere had an almost supernatural quality that surpassed mortal ken.



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Posted 06-11-2017, 12:56 PM | This post was last modified: 06-11-2017, 01:17 PM by Lilith
Fire
Lilith
Fire Beta
Female, 2.50
Endomorph
33 in, 130 lbs
57 ep
© Renee
M FOR LANGUAGE.


She doesn’t notice at first as another approaches, concern and confusion riddled into her features as she suddenly grows uneasy with the silence. A breath withdraws, and suddenly a voice hits her - ‘are you getting this weird feeling too?’ except this time, she could find the source. The younger she-wolf has instantly caught her off guard, brows furrowing briefly as there is a sudden warmth embracing her side, the pup leaning against her. For a moment, the blonde finds herself hesitating to allow it to continue. But a softer, tender nature begins to push through as she is also getting close to adulthood - beginning to flourish into her prime. A paw lifts, aiming to press it onto Llian and lay down, bringing the younger girl with her. “My name is Lilith and …. I don’t know what’s happening.” the warrior would not lay with comfort at this bitter confession, she was rigid with defense - aiming to protect this child from whatever had spoken, whatever had done this. Why did they not want to be seen? However, in the distance she can see the figure of another suddenly approaching, combing his way through the dense snow covered ground. Her body reacts at once, coming to a rise as a growl rumbles from the depths of her breast, ebony ears slicked back as fangs briefly flash in grave warning - before she is hit with his greeting. This, ultimately causes a particular annoyance to eat at her and she snaps - Fire is not my name, it's Lilith. the words are followed by a quick mutter, tossing her shoulders up in a shrug. “Hell if I know!”But he is also concerned, and she notices that he too, is also younger than she, just out of his pup year. A breath withdraws, eyes tossing themselves towards the heavens. “Akako?” maybe it was him? Her body suddenly becomes overwhelmed with the bitter cold, once more summoning heat as she would stand over Llian, should she remain where she was.

Llian Kynaios


credit @RussianBlues of DA.
recolored by Kiwi.



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Posted 06-11-2017, 08:35 PM |
Mercedes
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She felt the sting of silence, and it is absolute. It brings her edging around the fields in a wonderment she had never had before ; a curious thing really – to have everything become so silent , to hear something in the back of your head but to be unsure of it. After all – it was not a voice that she knew, not her dearest Keade’s voice – unless he had turned into a woman. Like a fiend she writhed in from the darkness of the nefarious pause – a strewn hush had fallen on the world; and she wondered why. Intertwined in bedlam and prophecy she finds herself in the midst of a few wolves speaking – well one really yelling, and /nothing/. She is wrought in nothing but a brunette coat, tresses shifting to and fro in a barbaric shield. Stark emerald eyes are the color of the lush forest she dwells within at home; and they are luminescent in the dark and then suddenly hot as the moonlight phases over them in one distorted benediction. She watches the fire wolves, and then another – one who isn’t adorned to any home as they speak of not knowing anything that is going on. It brings her to wonder in those moments if something had disrupted the normal ongoings of the world around them – perhaps someone had done wrong? Divine it is – fore when had there been another time that not even the snowfall was bright, and the air still for this long of a moment? She does not approach to closely; bewitching and pagan in her earthly crown she simply glances at Lilith in her muttering of another god’s name. ” Perhaps the world has stopped?” - she jests quietly, before lifting a brow in their directly; the sound of her voice to low to even be considered a hum, but it is tethered in beauty and blood. Rolling the definition of her hackles in a wave of execution she looks upwards towards the blackened heavens, ” Mercedes Wrex…” - she offers, before the other wolf called her leafy or some other crap she wasn’t to sure of. She offered it without second thought as to anyone else around – just another spectator.



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Posted 06-12-2017, 08:12 PM |
Hayden
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ep
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Soul-weary: it is the only string of words that can describe Hayden's state of being. The golden-hearted daughter of Kaede had struck out in each of her efforts in the godless lands away from Doutaini. She first sought the eternal pillar that was her ever present mother, then the wayward and beloved daughters she had lost, next the stoic warmth of her brother along with the other siblings gone and finally, hopelessly, for the man that had abandoned her in the still of the night. Pieces of herself they each were, single and unique shards of her heart, that had been scattered to the fickle push of the westward winds and she had been too slow to reach out for them. Was it slowness or was it neglect? Inwardly she battered and berated herself for her fickle attentions, her worldly and heavenly views and that damned urge to save any and all that crossed her path in the name of the gods high in their pantheon above Doutaini. But she had been too blind to see that it was her own beloved and blood that demanded her warmth and salvation more. And only now, as the weeks spanned into months of searching, would she finds herself once again returning to the mystical place of her birth.

Her travels had altered her visually, not overwhelmingly so, but enough to see both age grace her and experience tame her quickness. She was still that wild-tressed amazon with the sheen of vivacity dancing in the darkness of her shadow-fur, but there was a marked maturity that sung from her even and tempered stride. She had thought of seeking out the verdant halls of Kaede's holdings and live out the rest of her days under his protective eye and in his vivid embrace of green and life. Perhaps that rough boy who had transformed into a formidable and promising king would take pity upon the hermit that she is and take her as his old jungle-witch. 'Don't commit yourself to an elder rank just yet...' her mind teases her as she shuffles through the possibilities for where, now, that she'd travel. Perhaps the willows and their sacred ground, give herself up in prayer to the gods and follow the first straggler sent to retrieve her-- surely it would be fate, no? A messenger sent to collect the pious? But suddenly, an almost wistful smile brushes against her dark lips just as she had first found purchase past the withered earth of the pits when the realization of what time of the year had befallen-- the Stardust Festival. Her still-thriving heart flutters with a surge of optimism, sweet joy to have found herself just in time to sing her prayers and meditations to the celestial souls that had kept her, whole though tired, whilst she sought what she had lost. A spark of energy ignites within her chilled flesh and she finds strength in the chance to rejoice in the blessings of the gods, casting those daylight-blue eyes to the thick clouds that whispered of the coming night. And it's upon endless legs and with a purposeful rush, Hayden seeks out the praying-fields in a tempered run.

But when she had finally found herself, curved chest heaving with the effort of her rush but eyes ever so bright, in the quietness of the fields; she knew something was wrong. There was an emptiness: one that she had experienced only in the furthest reaches of Doutaini, where the godless and the desperate dwell and those of the celestial heavens do not bother to oversee. It's leaves a strange sensation to crawl her spine, setting the thick sea of onyx and rare gold on edge and she fights the unease that threatens the peace of her infinite soul. Her heart aches, urgently almost, and she fights to still her sea of emotions, to feel what tremors and whispers that twisted in and out of their current plane. And though the dull crystals of snow stumble down from the heavens and thunder knocks on the far horizon, not a breeze dares to interrupt the slow drone of the white noise to seemed to drum in the hollows of her wide ears and it's then that she hears something. A whisper, one who's message she struggles to absorb but she was sure, in her soul, that it was meant to convey something of importance. Her brow creases with a mixture of concern and curiosity as she glides across the snowy expanse of the fields, only the faint crunch of snow and the not-so distant voices of those gathered but a stone's throw away add a melody to the soft chattering that filled the silence. And as her eyes flutter to open ( when did I close my eyes? ) and spy the other souls surely as baffled and quizzical as she, familiar edges and the heady perfume of the forest, of herself, of her blood caught the attention of not only her eye but of her very heart.

"Mercy, my beauty." Her voice, misused and nearly forgotten, croaks the greeting as the distance is consumed with greedy paws and a hungry heart. The dark, soulful woman ignores the others as her seamless stride delivers her to her daughter's side. She had grown in beauty and time had stolen her little curious girl and replaced her with something savagely gorgeous and quietly, did a prayer of thanks reach out the the gods above for her health. An incredulous smile brightens the ceaseless darkness of her velvety muzzle and she reaches to drape her thickly-maned neck to embrace her prodigal daughter. "Blessed be, they have kept you safe." She murmurs before releasing the embrace if her daughter allowed it, tears streaming down the ebon curves of her cheeks but she gathered herself in the face of a possibly calamity. All this time, Mercedes had returned to Doutaini safe and sound and thriving-- finally, she had stumbled inadvertently on one of the very souls she had thought lost. Her celestial blues travel to her daughter's unlikely companions, offering them a soft smile and an assessing glance only to discover that she was surrounded by the youth and future of Doutaini. She wonders if fear strikes them or if it's curious wonder that encourages them to this place. And Hayden can't help but recall the tales of angry gods and their plagues for the wicked and the non-believing-- what was the state of the Doutaini she had returned to? Did they still pray to their gods, both of the main pantheon and those that were secondary? Or did they scorn them, ignore them, or forget them? Perhaps it was up to them, this mismatched array of souls, young and old, to fix this somehow.

"It could be that it's not just the world that has stopped," She casts a glance to her daughter, a smile slipping across the cracked leather as she could not contain the joy at finally finding a piece of what she had been so ardently searching for. "perhaps it's our gods that have stopped." She breathes the words with a frown, pressing into the warmth of her daughter's poised shoulder before stepping but an inch forward in a hope to deliver them all closer. "Have any of you prayed to them before?" She queries with a gentle ease, wondering if all they needed was to offer their gratitude for their interventions and protection, to bestow upon them the same adoration that they quietly showed for each of their children, or even just to know that they were loved.



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Posted 06-12-2017, 09:21 PM |
Quill
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Quiet. It crept around the slate pelted demoness as paws padded silently on the falling snow. Nerves prickled and raced along her spine, bringing with it the ebon fur along her nape. Something was off and it made her uneasy. Cerulean optics flickered more frequently, as if waiting for an enemy to leap upon her back. She had seen the magic of the wolves of Doutaini but had yet to learn of their gods. Quill had no idea of the wonders that lurked beneath the depths of the land and sky, something not bound to the soil she walked upon. She had been out for a wander but something had drawn her here. Out and away from Lacrima Lake where she had been last witnessed. Something had tugged at her soul and coaxed the path of her limbs. Now she was here she every inch of her wanted to turn back yet she found herself drawing in closer.

Orbs finally landed upon the others, not having scented them due to the extremely still air. Six others gather in the fields, some talking quietly amongst themselves. Were they all of the same pack. Not wanting to walk into what could end up as an ambush she curved away slightly, yet still heading in towards them. Cautiousness crept into her frame as she drew closer, audits perched forward upon her crania in an attempt to catch what they were talking of. She was too far away to catch their conversation but as she finally caught their scent she noticed they were not all from the same group, which drew her closer.

Finally she was upon them but she lingered back, audits flicking in discomfort as the white noise registered. What the hell is going on and what is that god awful noise. Thoughts flicker in anger as she hangs upon the edge of the group, much like Mercedes does.


Bruised my knees getting down to pray
Won't repent 'til my judgement day







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Posted 06-12-2017, 11:15 PM |
Earth
Rhowan
Earth Scout
Male, 3.75
Meso-runner
38 inches in, 97 pounds lbs
050 (000) ep
© Jacen

It is the stillness and low voices that draws him close. As the chocolate coated beast slithered forth from the brush and into the field he is struck with the silence. Painful, it felt like he had suddenly gone deaf for a moment, but there was that slight buzz at the very back of his mind, ringing and speaking... something. He remains still, questioning the feeling of everything having suddenly stopped, frozen. His lips curl into a frown, his twilight eyes shifting from form to form as he spies the growing gathering ahead of him. He cannot see many details and so slowly he breaks free from his own frozen stature and moves forth. Slowly, he went his ears perked forward and his head held level. The air was so still, the sounds so cold. The only thing that he could really hear were the droning of low and confused voices and the soft crunch of the snow beneath his paws. And that buzzing. His dark lips twitched as he stopped at the edge of the gathering, nearest to Mercedes, Hayden, and Quill. It was at those last moments that he heard Hayden speak, and his attention was suddenly locked onto the older woman's form. He looked down at the emerald gem at his chest for a moment, realizing just then that despite having been gifted with Kaede's magics he had never before prayed to the Gaian God. A disappointed sigh touches Rhowan's lips as he whispers, "No..." How dare him? He had come from a culture where praying to the higher power was the norm. He had just been so caught up in the majesty of Doutaini that he had forgotten to actually thank Kaede.


speak easy, the earth hears all

Hayden Mercedes Quill



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Posted 06-13-2017, 03:10 PM |
Cavae
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Two thousand years of chasing taking its toll



A vampiress - alluring and dark- stood bathed in a silver pool of moonlight on the rise of a mound. Hungrily her shadow stretched across the slope until it melted into more darkness. She searches her memory desperately but cannot recall if she has ever stood within this field before. Grass stretched over the rise and fall of the fields, brush scattered chaotically throughout the open space. Far off the dark she-wolf can see the silhouette of evergreens and buckeyes jutting into the sky. Thunder rolled and she felt her spine prickle, the scar she acquired from a poor usage of her lightning powers shined pale and white against the otherwise silver of her spine. No lightning clashed - not now, anyway - and with the thought of its absence she recalled a faint memory of Kytan. She wondered if the boy prince was still with the wolves of Storm. Then she wondered if Hawke was well. She was a feral she-wolf, one more beast than most in these lands. A ghost of a smile tugged at her tapered jaws, contorting them into something mildly pleasant. But at the end of the day she was still a demon herself, still a woman of the night and shadows. A swipe of her tongue ran over the corner of her smile, slaking the dryness of her lips, which reminded her how parched she was. Driven by thirst, the vampire slipped from her mound to the nearby stream that trickled and lapped from the cool water. The eerie night and celestial buzz had little effect on her at this time.




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Posted 06-13-2017, 05:55 PM |
Enigma
Ruellia
Enigma Alpha
Female, 5.00
Meso-fighter
33 in, 115 lbs
371 ep
© Xechi
ruellia
i've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night


Ruellia had attended every stardusted festival since she could walk. Memories often surface, near the starlit night, of rushing water and a voice that was harsh, yet loving, a voice that saved her from a cold and painful death. (Finnick, his name, to this day, brings hint of chagrin to her lips; pale from the cold. Her savior, her Uncle.) Each festival gave the gift of fond memories. Seeing the gods, experiencing the joy of childhood, gifts upon gifts heaped upon the often disrespectful wolves. Most importantly, each festival heralded the coming of a new blessed, a wolf, like herself, touched by the gods. The moment Kurai's magic tainted lips left his mark upon her, Ruellia knew she was meant to be more. No longer just a wolf, no longer a mother, a lover, a Queen. Kurai left his mark, not just upon her raised cheekbone, but her soul, and the enigmatic woman would be damned before she ever shamed him.

Yet, as time drew closer to the next festival, worry clouded her eyes. It was known to her that the blessed wolf from the previous festival was obligated to "host" the feast. While Ruellia was host to a plethora of voices in her mind, one was silent. The voice of the divine. When finally the day of the feast came, Rue felt not an ounce of their divinity. She leaves the caverns with a weight on her shoulders, eyes cast skyward though the stars are still, and silent. Still, the pale woman makes her way to the serene fields, noticing the gathering and chattering of wolves. A brief call upon psychic shows her a glimpse into their minds; worry, distress, confusion most of all. Ruellia pulls away with a sharp inhale, the ever present pain of enigma leaving its familiar sting where her third eye sat. 'What have I done?' The queen thinks to herself, and only to herself. Claws dig into the field earth as her mind sought to bury itself in these worries. 'Kurai, have I upset you? I would supplicate myself beneath the stars and beg your forgiveness, but I don't know what I have done!'

She sighs, the stars quiet, but the murmurings of the gathering catch her attention. The earth woman's words bring a crease to her brow, and Rue approaches with a lowered head, responding to the question not directed towards her, "Every night." She breathes, her tail flagging for half a second to display her position, though tonight her status as Alpha is less important than her status as blessed. "With every breath. Come," she motions with her head to those gathered, offering space in a sort of circle. Despite her fears, Rue would not lay them upon the shoulders of those around her. Belief in the gods could not falter lest the wolves of Doutaini tasted their true anger. "we can fill the silence with out voice." The queen smiles, one that never reaches her eyes, but is meant to bring calm; not Cheshire or mischievous, as is her usual nature.

Tonight, Ruellia is not Queen of Enigma, nor mother, nor lover or friend. She, just as the rest of the blessed, are the heralds of their silent gods. Yet, before she casts her maw skyward, she grants the gathered her name with a dip of her head; "Ruellia. Don't fret, the gods have not stopped. They are infinite in wisdom, we cannot guess at their motives." Ah, her father would be proud. Finally, whether or not the wolves around her followed suit, Ruellia would cast her face towards the gleaming moon, her song loud, but not raucous. It is sweet, it is fond, it is sad.


★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★

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Posted 06-13-2017, 07:12 PM |
Earth
Rhowan
Earth Scout
Male, 3.75
Meso-runner
38 inches in, 97 pounds lbs
050 (000) ep
© Jacen

Like moths to a flame there are more that gather around in the eerie silence of the cool night. It is strange. He had never before seen so many gathered in one place, except for Briar's recent meeting with the rest of those who pledged themselves to Kaede and his Jungle. His lips, still pulled into a frown after having come to the realization that he hadn't yet prayed to the god with whom he'd decided to share himself, twitched slightly as his nostrils flared at the scent of another. The woman, her gossamer tendrils shining bright in the moon's light and against the silent blanket of snow beneath them all, was hard to miss as she approached. The purple gem that was clutching her chest sent a need of knowing throughout all of Rhowan and his interest was instantly cast upon Ruellia. Her words seemed so learned, so confident. He watched her as she spoke, eyeing her bright gaze and purple gem back and forth. He wodered to himself what pack she could be from, sporting such an amazing gem. It is with a strange adoration that he watches her closely, as she lifts her head to the skies and begins to sing. The song that cut through the eerie silence like a knife caused goose pimples to erupt over his flesh. Near instantly, he joined. His own muzzle opening to the heavens as he, too, joined in with the song to the Gods that had seemingly stopped.


speak easy, the earth hears all

Ruellia



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Posted 06-13-2017, 08:12 PM | This post was last modified: 06-13-2017, 08:12 PM by Kynaios
Rebel
Kynaios
Rebel Scout
Male, 2.50
Mesomorph
35 in, 125 lbs
50 ep
© vik
Maybe he should have expected a snappy answer. Corrected, but not repentant, Kynaios folded his pointed ears backward and narrowed his eyes. "Okay, okay... Lilith." For a moment, he forgot his anxiety. The habit of troublemaking became both a comfort and a veil over his better judgement; a knavish smirk crawled up the right side of his face as the temptation to push her boundaries presented itself. But his smirk fell from his muzzle the moment she addressed heaven. Akako?
Kynaios looked at the clouds and scoured their night-dark underbellies for signs of His arrival. Nothing had changed. The sky was the same indistinct slush of shadow and cloud and falling snow. He couldn't stifle an involuntary shudder, though, at the thought that Akako was somehow behind this. Kynaios turned to see if Lilith or the girl had noticed his shakes, but he was distracted. Someone else materialized from the gloom. This time it was a young woman, doeskin brunette, who reminded him of Vali's older daughter. Same green rock, green eyes, and all.
She mentioned the world stopping, and he got the sense that she was joking but... Kynaios followed her gaze once again to the sky, and he thought he could believe it. The white noise, babbling on like manifold voices whispering at the same time. The ethereal stillness; the lifeless landscape. The tempo of deep, lost thunder. Yes, for an instant. It was like the dream of a world that had stopped turning.

Her introduction pushed him firmly back to earth.
"Wrex?" he repeated, startled, ears popping up. He stepped closer, raised his tail into a friendly half-curve against his heels. "I'm Kynaios Wrex-" And then he cut himself off. The Valentine name died on his lips as his eye traveled toward another stranger. A raven shadow amongst shadows; just her silhouette etched against the grainy snow, and blazing blue eyes set above the jet curves of her cheekbones. She was clearly endeared to Mercedes, going to embrace her with the warmth and eagerness wrought from precious lost time. Family, Kynaios decided. It made him wonder, in the back of his mind, where Nicharion and Natascha were right now. Where Scorpius was. And their father outside the bounds of Doutaini.
Maybe he should not have wandered from the group by himself this time.

He managed to give her an absent nod, But when she took Mercy's musing a step further, suggesting the gods themselves had stopped, Kynaios couldn't suppress a skeptical snort. The image of an indomitable beast, crimson-scaled and breathing hellfire, flashed across his mind's eye.
Kynaios glanced around as others joined them. It was strange seeing so many people together after bumming it in the wilds for a while. Maybe it was time to reconnect with civilization. He offered the rogue the smallest of nods in greeting, but it was the other male's answer that drew his eye. Kynaios had the same one, though he only looked off into the distance with a frown.
What good was praying, he wondered.
Out of all of them, it was the most recent arrival who gave him a sense she knew anything. She radiated peace and grace. Was dressed in all pale tones, mostly soft blonde, and necklaced in yet another color of stone. Her confidence, her guidance, intrigued him, though he watched without following her lead. Just stood off to one side and looked around. Was a little kumbaya really going to solve anything...?
What were they even trying to solve anyway?



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Posted 06-14-2017, 07:45 PM |
Mercedes
Unregistered
,
in, lbs
ep
© 
Starlight bathed only as wash and ware at this moment in time; but it is the sleek fur rustling soft against the svelte form; and the smoky breath that misted from between her jaws as suddenly her attention is twisted towards another. She knows she is catatonic in her wake; her lean thighs shaking in her fiery desire to run, because suddenly the woman she was searching for not to long ago was right before her. The breath barely teased the slim contours of her raised breastbone; her mouth suddenly to dry, fore she cannot find her voice. She ghosted gracefully, moving closer as the deadsong of the woods was no more a matter to her; instead the silken sopranos of her mother languidly teased the air and she can feel her tender heart lull into a cadence at the memory of her lullaby voice and the sweetness that she catered her daughters of ra with. ” M-Mother..” - she finally breathes the word’s, so soft, so dulcet as tears prick into the corners of her kohl lined eye’s – sparkling with the gaia’s own love for the very woman before her. She cannot wait to be in her arms, so even as she goes to embrace her – Mercedes is pushing herself into the woman’s breast, rubbing her candid skull into her neck and pressing as close as she could against her – fore in that moment she feared that it was not real. But there she is – the same honey and velvet scent – and the tenderness of her motherly love that she so missed. She allows herself to envelope into that intimacy; finding that even the anguished silence and darkness could not ruin this moment for her. Could not take away what she could finally hold again. <b.” I looked- I came back and I went to the Temple and I searched for you mother..”</b> - she whispers the words into wild thickness of her mother’s neck. She swears she cannot press any closer in those moment’s, allowing the tear to fall down her cheek as her heart beats in freedom – in bliss. As her mother pulls back she does not want the embrace to end; but she is speaking and Mercy had things of her own to speak of as well; ” Father said you would be there, if anywhere. But Briar said he had not seen you – that was before we fought, and I was accepted into Earth – o mother I plan on making Keade proud of me..” - she whispers the word’s still – so afraid in that moment that she would disappear from her life once more. And she refused to let her go. But instead of standing in front of her – she twisted to stand shoulder to shoulder, pressing the length of her intimate body into her mother’s – allowing the mingle of their dark fur to coarse together as her ears twisted forward and she listened to the words coming out of her mother’s mouth. She realizes this might not be the right time for the whole story. So she shuts her mouth and listen’s to the word’s coming from her mother’s doting lips. But for a moment; another catches her attention before she can respond to her mother – twisting the triangular tip of her right ear in the male who matched her last name, she eyed her mother for a moment before she spoke, ” Kynaios? It is a pleasure to meet you; I am sure we are cousins – my father is Vespasian, and this is my mother Hayden..” - she greet’s with a cheshire cat smile – so soft and dulcet – but a wild woman’s tilt of her head returns to the enigma woman as she raised her voice in song – but then nudged her mothers cheek so softly, so fondly with her own – as if questioning what they should do next. She did not think breaking the silence would work; instead she is caught on the shimmer that tickles down her spine.


[@Hayden]Hayden [@Kynaios]Kynaios



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Posted 06-14-2017, 08:34 PM |
Fire
Vaitan
Fire Alpha
Male, 6.25
Endomorph
36 in, 125 lbs
551 ep
© Jamie
She heralded him with the power of her song, like an angel with a trumpet descended from the heavens. She was his messenger, his guide, his eternal spirit—the blasphemous reality was too fervent for him to deny. He would forsake the gods in a moment, if it meant he could keep her heart beating strong. He would cast Akako’s name from his lips if it meant he could kiss hers to life. This did not mean that he loved Akako less than any pious wolf of Fire; Akako had, after all, been his saving grace on the ruthless, grey mountainside. But Ruellia Volos-Scorn had not saved his mortal body, she had saved his very soul, pulled him from the edge of madness and beyond. Hers was the breath in his lungs; hers was the light that shone in his eyes. That woman was everything to Vaitan Tzarani, and he would be damned before he relinquished her. And he knew, watching her from the edge of the gathering, that she might not feel the same way. The blood of Doutaini’s queens ran through her veins, and the kiss of the mischievous god Kurai was forever planted on her pale cheek. From her first steps in the Cavern, she was devout to that darkling god, and she would do anything to please him. In this land of magic, deities were supreme: not strength, not power, not love. Gods were above all. But not to Vaitan. He placed all his faith in her, in her melodic voice, in the storming seas of her turquoise eyes, in the curve of her ghostly frame. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the arch of her neck as she howled, pouring her heart from the ageless, boundless essence within. His mind was racked with memories, visions of the day her young face appeared in the Pit, the way she leapt with him through the dew-ridden grass, the feral look of her façade when she severed that she-wolf’s throat. She tormented him, the way she utterly controlled his passions. My little ghost.

Maybe she could never love him the absolute way he loved her. But the beast would not ask that of her. He was imperfect, a demon hidden behind the cracking mask of a wolf, and he could not compare to her glory. He refused to see such pain pool in her lovely gaze, to burden her with the confusion and strife of a mortal man. He longed to own her but he never truly could. Seeing her break the eerie silence of the Fields revealed to him that sad truth. All he could do was aid her, please her, join her.

The beast strode forward, his steps slow but somehow poignant. He walked with purpose. His intense, amber eyes, simmering with all the ardor of Akako’s flames, tore from his lover only momentarily. He grinned at Lilith, a comforting gesture, as he moved past her. She was here to witness glory, but the gods had not yet graced Doutaini with their stardust wonder. She would only witness the splendor of what it meant to be wolf. Vaitan stopped across from his lover, resisting the temptation to interrupt her. Sinful. And then, the large beast lifted his maw to the velvet sky in unison, releasing a howl that thrummed in harmony with rich, baritone chords. He would sing to the gods who captured his lover’s heart, and thus, his own.

For you.


Ruellia Lilith



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