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Posted 01-10-2018, 08:38 PM |
Enigma
Aderchop
Enigma Wolf
Male, 4.50
Ectomorph
39 in, 90 lbs
86 ep
© Sphinx
Winds come, and the tall grasses flow with them, leaning and dancing with such smooth motion that it seems as if such a state of being is their ever-intended. The trees too, dappled golden in the royal dusk, move in such a way that the thin wisps of sea-mist which drift ever between their feeble bodies appear yet thinner, and the smell of young spring is rich and musty.

A swelling of chest and a released sigh unto the cool air, and the slender grey figure denting the billowing grasses raises himself from where he lies so that he is sitting upright upon his haunches, looking out from the meagre shade of the furthermost cluster of trees in the glade and out over the slope of the land before him. For a while he is still and silent in pondering thought. Then, subjects of interest being rather scant in this moment, he finds, Aderchop gets to his feet and turns from the view, stalking off back into the forest, any scents but the forest's disregarded for the embrace of daydream.

And of strange things he dreams as, head low-hanging, he walks with dim eyes and vacant face; of cities of pillars, reaching high above the green sky, philosophers and bards treading lightly betwixt the buildings all of marble and ivory; of seaside monoliths draped in seaweed and wrapped around with the membranous arms of seamen long lost in the foam, having crawled back through the waves to embrace this silently ringing beacon; of wings, black and leathery, sprouting painfully from his very own back, bones and muscle twisting and reforming, black blood streaming from his mouth, a beating against the wind lifting him jerkingly skyward and away on heavy flaps.

The dreams, they twist, they breed with one another and form new amalgamations all silently wonderful, all potential terror taken for each dream is a mute selection of images and motions which he regards from behind misted screen, a jaded and sardonic beholder in a dark room, fingers still and poised above buttons. Play. Rewind. I like that one. Show it again.

And he is asleep, not to remember how he curled up 'neath one of those trees by the time he awakens, and not to care either. Strangely serene are his slender features, large eyes gently closed, sharply ribbed frame coiled, wiry tail gently curling around him. One side of his bony face is lain against the ground, paws with their jagged claws tucked almost out of sight in his chest. The amethyst pendant about his neck, the chain drawn tight and collar-like to his preference, is hidden. Apparent temporary disregard for the potential dangers of reality brings him softly to sleep, and yet at any sharp noise or word those reptile eyes should flutter open. The glade whispers, the winds casually carrying secrets from the sea out across the rest of the land.


”speech” thought

notes: this is weirdly nice
tags: Nicharion
table credits to dee <3


Ever eating, never cloying,
All-devouring, all-destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Until I eat the world at last.




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Posted 01-10-2018, 11:18 PM |
Rebel
Nicharion
Rebel Scout
Male, 2.50
Endomorph
36 in, 135 lbs
73 ep
© Lyk
The Glade was known for many things but for its closeness to the sea, which nonetheless was true. Lacking a proper shore, the land ended here ended in a steep cliff, as sudden as if centuries ago something has been torn away and left only the ocean in its wake. It was a place so rarely mentioned, at least in his experience, that it almost felt like a secret. Something only he knew about, a miniature and detached reality. Before him, a deadly fall and waves stretching endlessly. Behind, a gentle slope leading into the misty shadows of the forest. Should everything in existence have a meaning or some sort of hidden sense, Nicharion definitely didn't know what this place's was. But the world was was deceptively simple and coincidental in its complexity, and only the living sought reason for their own comfort.

Regardless, he never was one to pay much mind to pretty views... and yet that's one of the few things he's done this past season. That, and a lot of thinking. He had to admit that the two mixed together well; it was so calm. Perhaps he found inner peace through it, or something cheesy like that. Or, maybe it was just something inevitable, a part of growing up. Either way, he wasn't entirely like he used to be. Instead, he was.. himself.

Moving away from the cliff, he walked with the absent-minded ease and quietness of someone who spent a lot of time in solitude. Without giving it any thought, it's likely he would have sought Aderchop even if the Enigma male was much further away. The only wolf he'd spent any time with during the sickness, it was safe as they both had it. Likely the only reason why by the end of it, he felt stronger rather than irreversibly scarred. Ultimately, the sickness wasn't a blessing or a curse, it was just a sickness. But Aderchop.. Aderchop was both.

Nicharion didn't expect to find his snake doing something as reckless as sleeping under a tree, all alone. Always doing something stupid, eh, Ader? Yet, it made him smile faintly. Slowly and as quietly as he could, the red male lowered himself to rest beside the other, simply watching him for a few peaceful moments. But it'd be a waste to spend more time than that like this. "Wake up, عزیزم" He wasn't sure why he remembered that word now, or even what it meant. It felt strange on his tongue, and yet it felt so right at the same time..
Aderchop



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Posted 01-10-2018, 11:46 PM |
Enigma
Aderchop
Enigma Wolf
Male, 4.50
Ectomorph
39 in, 90 lbs
86 ep
© Sphinx
Words come soft and pry his eyes open from the thin skin of sleep in which he had been gently draped. Stirring, eyes dim, wide and quietly observing, fox-like, Aderchop slightly lifts his cheek from the ground and shifts so that his chin lays upon it instead, and from there flutters a wistful gaze up at the speaker.
”You're a sight,” he says quietly, and his lips are a faint line as lazily he takes in Carion's countenance. That familiar illness has gone from his eyes and the lines in his face, and a flushing is beneath his skin, the flushing of spring's gentle inward ushering of replenishment, of restoration. It too has left the serpent's system, him not having felt its frightful rushing up his throat or its clutch in his stomach for quite some moons, and its departure, while not necessarily pleasant, is not robbing of any fibre of himself, though perhaps a little humbling in that he has become more contemplative and silent as of late. Silence whilst alone is not usually a factor of his.

Blinking slowly, Aderchop looks upon Carion for a little while longer before shifting again, turning his body stomach-down and coming to sit sphinx-like, paws before him and haunches tucked in, head raised and eyes peering owlishly at his lover. Then he does smile, ever so slightly and yet with a strange feeling of warmth which fills his whole head and flutters in his breast. ”And thus, Spring crawls from her frozen grave.” He is unsure of whence in his memory he retrieved this line, and with its deliverance his eyes wander briefly past Carion to look across the grasses and behold the shadows of the trees. Wanly, the corners of his lips twitch as his gaze meets the other man's once more, and when again he speaks his voice is even quieter than before, and gentle, peaceful. Content. In this moment, he finds that that is what he is.
”How do you feel, Carion?”

”speech” thought

notes: genuinely sobs
tags: Nicharion
table credits to dee <3


Ever eating, never cloying,
All-devouring, all-destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Until I eat the world at last.




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Posted 01-14-2018, 03:18 PM |
Rebel
Nicharion
Rebel Scout
Male, 2.50
Endomorph
36 in, 135 lbs
73 ep
© Lyk
The flattering greeting drew forth a soft chuckle. "I'm well aware, but I appreciate the reminder nonetheless." Perhaps compliments were wasted on his ego, but they weren't entirely devoid of purpose here - after just a brief moment of consideration, the red male shifted onto his side with intent to offer the other a slightly more provocative view. Not nearly enough to break the moment's peaceful nature as he wasn't convinced he wanted to do so this quickly, but as between the two of them he was the one who focused on physicality more often, he wasn't about to lose an opportunity to let Aderchop admire him when the Enigma wolf was in the right mood for it.

Yet for all his contentedness with this day's peaceful nature, Nicharion could tell already that a part of him will soon start getting restless. Perhaps with spring came the need to lead a more eventful lifestyle once again. His thoughts drifted to Rebel for a moment, wondering what purpose he could find in the pack. Although there never was one up until now, he never truly wanted to leave.. perhaps it was time to be more serious about it. He only had to find out how. But the moment for wandering thoughts was quickly over, and he didn't mind it one bit. "Hah, that's such a 'you' thing to say. Most would probably call it a rebirth instead of coming back to life like some horror story menace." It suited him just fine though, as was evident in his subtle amusement.

Such a strange feeling in his chest. Like the most enjoyable unease.. The way Aderchop looked at him made his mouth feel dry. "I think you know the answer.. don't you?" You seem to feel the same way. Nicharion leaned closer, aiming a soft lick at the side of the other's muzzle. "...would you come to Rebel with me?" He whispered, letting the words come before reason could stop them. Things were more than fine the way they were until now and he'd easily accept a refusal.. it was just a thought. That maybe, every morning could be like this.

Aderchop



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