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Open we built this wasteland
Posted 03-29-2018, 05:02 PM |
Magnolia
Rogue
Female, 3.00
Ectomorph
38 in, 80 lbs
5 ep
© Mag
WE BUILT THIS WASTELAND
now it's time to live in it


She is saltwater in a freshwater river: diluted, swept away, feeling unlike herself. As she presses paw to earth in a symbol of communion, Magnolia breathes deep the spicy autumn air and finds her nostrils filled with the scent of promise; it bleeds itself into every atom, bending the golden grasses surrounding her and burrowing deep inside her core. She arrives upon Doutaini much like a leaf caught on the wind: adrift and without nurture, and yet there is an awakening deep within her that seems to have struck a familiar chord. This was it: the promiseland of her bloodline, and the very place their father had begged them not to seek. 'Stay here,' he'd pleaded. 'Stay for her.' Magnolia will never forget the look on her father's face as they'd said goodnight the night before they stowed, secret, into their journey. She sees him now, behind her eyes, like a spirit moving inside her and feeding thoughts and whispers into her mind.

She loves him, always. But she knows too that the promise of this place and the history it holds for her family is far too great to ignore. Would they be here, within easy reach? What sort of lives had they built for themselves? Donning a renewed and vigorous expression, Magnolia presses forward further onto the plateau, enjoying the sensation of the golden grass stems brushing against her sides and belly as she passes. She pauses only when she reaches the plateau's precipice, allowing her clear visage into all of Doutaini before her. It steals her breath, hitching it tightly inside her lungs for the span of several seconds as her lilac eyes dance over the details as fast as they can devour them. Promise. The word rings clear, over and over. She's ready.

Rohesia, Isherwood, any





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Posted 04-02-2018, 12:42 PM |
Magnolia
Rogue
Female, 3.00
Ectomorph
38 in, 80 lbs
5 ep
© Mag
ooc: friendly bump! this is also open to any/all. :)



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Posted 04-02-2018, 01:40 PM |
Storm
Clancy
Storm Wolf
Male, 1.25
Meso-runner
31 in, 117 lbs
22 ep
© Ev
just a little past home was where clancy had been traveling, the teenager aching for something that screamed adventure. maybe it was a trait that the valentines had, maybe the izaaks, clancy had no clue. he knew that his brother had the same trait as he did, to see new sights. clancy's short legs moved him fairly quickly towards the north of the valley, not even sneaking out anymore. he would explore where he wanted now, though there was an ache when he left his family and when he knew his brother and sister were not in his sights. the teen sighed out, he had to reach out further, for haya, for storm. what caught the young man's attention was the rock formations that stood taller than any rocks he had ever seen. clancy had to see them up close, maybe it was a gift from the gods. the gods that he seemed to love so much and have his faith in. except for kaede, someone that held a bit of hatred in the young man's heart. for clancy, that was a tough thing to do. not long after traveling further north, there was a scent that caught on the air and against clancy's muzzle. and as curious as he was, he had to follow and find whoever or whatever it was. the golden grass almost matched the lighter parts of him. it brushed, gently, against his fur as he peered around, looking for whoever's scent had brought him here. then his eyes catch on her. his eyes look over the tall female, clancy feels a bit intimidated by his stature. he was not tall at all and a bit skinny, not good for anything more than running. his ears twitched as he stalked a bit closer, seeing that she was looking around- was she lost? she sure smelt like it. she smelt nothing like doutaini or anywhere he had been. oceanic eyes scan over her as he sits among the grass, are you new here? his voice is deep, it doesn't match his stature, he probably sounds like his father, someone he had never met, though it didn't bother him. his head cocks to the side as he took in every inch of her. she was beauty and grace. his gaze fades from her and to the rocks that stood high, not wanting to stare anymore than he already had. he didn't want to seem rude, his mother would have not have been happy if he didn't use his manners.



Magnolia



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Posted 04-02-2018, 05:14 PM |
Magnolia
Rogue
Female, 3.00
Ectomorph
38 in, 80 lbs
5 ep
© Mag
WE BUILT THIS WASTELAND
now it's time to live in it


Caution is thrown to the wind as she thrusts her muzzle headlong into the breeze, allowing herself several moments of eyes-closed bliss as the scents of the land wash over her like a wordless, fulfilling baptism. The dry grasses tickled her ribs with their heads as they swayed this way and that, leaving Magnolia so lost in the art of being welcomed that she is taken by surprise by the sudden scent of another in her immediate company. In the span of a second the entirety of her visage changes: peace is rabidly replaced by response, so much so that the bridge of her muzzle ripples in the silent vestiges of a snarl's beginning. Honey lilac eyes snap open only to fall on the face of a young boy, barely a teenager, beckoning to her with a question that reaches her ears in measure and leaves her silent in her observation.

It takes a moment for her nerves to settle, realizing with clarity that her hackles have erupted along the bridge of her spine and she wills them calm once more, deepening the sensation of her gaze upon him but bit by bit the harshness of her edges smooths to a more welcoming stature. "Brand new," she responds, her voice even and measured. With the startle all but gone now, the Naibu woman sashays her tail to him in wordless greeting several times in a silent way of apology. When she smiles at him, it's a warm and generous expression that feels brightened by the autumn sunlight. When her eyes come to rest on his necklace, she's intrigued. "Which pack are you from?" she questions conversationally, gesturing to the gemstone with a slight motion of her chin. She knows enough of Doutaini to recognize the magical necklace when she sees it, but not so much as to identify his affiliations.

"Magnolia," she offers cordially, lowering her head to his eye level as she steps away from the plateau's edge to better face him.

Clancy





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Posted 04-02-2018, 05:27 PM |
Rohesia
Unregistered
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ep
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Brilliance – this was a province of brilliance, and the manifestation of magnificence. It had always mystified, the reasons harboured by their sire to have kept them secreted from such legacies. It was no quiet enticement; it burned the vein, it itched the eye and nipped the nose. A nagging, incessant bleat within shadows that joined the symphonic night. A voice, a curled whisper like serpents writhing as one; the psithurism of the fading souls of their forgotten ancestors were calling: and how could Hawthorne Naibu simply ignore it? It angered her, briefly, upon arriving on the eve of the stardust’s dance. Her toes had crossed the threshold and it was immediate, the recognition. Her heart knew this place, her soul crowed its emphatic arrival and was welcomed with a veil of celestial tears. A sign – it was a sign and Rohesia Naibu could not ignore such prosperity. They were being called home, and Doutaini had rewarded her lost lambs with a warm, and wide embrace.

Her venturing did not cease upon crossing the willows and further towards the fields. She traversed northwards, with a small hard of hope that perhaps this expedition would be rewarded with a glimpse of their brumous father, and his gun smoke cloak. She was eager for such sights, and despite the betrayal she’d shown in coming there, she still yearned for his company. They could have shown him, they could have made a place there. Not to smother the ache of losing their mother, but to build anew. Reinvigorate, and breathe life into his ancient bones. She failed him, in leaving – but, in her anger, did he too fail them? They were robbed of something, she’d realized. They’d missed such delights in his hoarding, in his secreting away into the wilds.

There was nothing there for them. There was nothing there for him: only bruised memories, and fading bones. Like ashes, soon they’d be collected in a breeze and scattered.

It scattered the lot of them, and in climbing towards the plateau, it was with some measure of divine intervention they’d be reunited. Her mournful lavender passed across the gilt meadow, and there: a glimpse of silver through their crested tide. There, a glimpse of tangible memory. A ghost of their time before—an erected mirror, allowing Rohesia sight of her own reflection. Her lips broke their stoicism, and enveloped her features in chaste joy. Along her spine lifted the pale banner of her tail, offering a tattered sail made of ivory wisps with silver. Her strides skipped through the foliage as she hastened to join her sibling, allowing for an empathic yip of bliss in finding Magnolia here.

There was no dismay in spying the company she had also attracted. A quizzical, though permissive smile altered her expression, with a lift of the brows and pricked forward ears. Her head tilted, as she’d caught the first of his words. Near breathless, a laugh stumbled from her lips. A small delay in greeting her sibling was allowable, they’d have many a time after this for formalities and intimacy between kin. "in a manner of speaking," he’d speak politely while moving to jostle Magnolia gently with her shoulder against hers. "i see you've caught up."



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Posted 04-02-2018, 06:06 PM |
Storm
Clancy
Storm Wolf
Male, 1.25
Meso-runner
31 in, 117 lbs
22 ep
© Ev
so the teen had been seen, seeing as the girl spoke to him. clancy saw her hackles raise which made him almost stand again. it pushed him into a half sitting and half-standing, he didn't know if he had startled her or if he had just put himself in a bad situation, one that he would have to call his mother into. his breathing quickened, maybe adventuring wasn't his thing. but then her voice calms the storm teenager. so she was new. it brought his heart rate to the normal pace again- that was until he heard someone else come as well. another girl, they looked almost exactly the same. it amazed clancy in a way. he and his siblings looked nothing alike, and they seemed to know each other. clancy cleared his throat to her question as he watched the two meet once again. storm, haya's pack. the gem glowers on his neck as if it knew haya's name was spoken. but it was really the nervousness that ran through the man's heart, one that almost made him jolt into using thunder, but he didn't. he was safe, the girls seemed nice. and the first girl, magnolia, had introduced herself. a small smile pulled at clancy's lips as he looked over her beautiful features, clancy valentine. you must know of doutaini if you are not surprised by my necklace. he informed the woman, as if she didn't know that. but clancy had to point it out. he stood to his full stature, which wasn't very high. the girls stood at different heights and weights, even body stature, but their looks were looked so similar. he looked to the shorter girl, rohesia, and, i, uh, didn't catch your name, miss.



Magnolia: he's so shy it's cute



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Posted 04-03-2018, 01:53 PM |
Magnolia
Rogue
Female, 3.00
Ectomorph
38 in, 80 lbs
5 ep
© Mag
WE BUILT THIS WASTELAND
now it's time to live in it


She feels badly for reacting as she did: all anger and volatile motions, though already well behind them as their encounter progresses. Remorse shows itself in tiny ways as she looks at him, once-rough edges of her expression softening into gentle tidings, finding him strong and for all observations sweet. Politeness is rare these days, she feels, having just crossed the wilds and coming across so many types - both of the good and bad variety - and it leaves her grateful for his countenance.

But she doesn't have time to continue their greeting; they are interrupted by a silky voice familiar in so many ways, enough that it is goodness to her ears to such degree that Magnolia positively wants to melt. "O, heart," she whispers then, a soft and passionate sound that rises from her throat in an angsty, desperate way. Words cannot express how much she's missed her sister, her blood, her family, and it shows in the way she moves to meet Rohesia half-way only to press their shoulders together, melding. Without cause nor care of their company Magnolia reaches out to thrust her muzzle beneath her sister's chin, burrowing there as she had many a time growing up, reveling in the sensation of closeness and warmth that she'd so missed on her journey here.

When at last they part there is a renewed sweetness to Magnolia's face, as if springtime were here and all the world in bloom, including her heart. Her lilac eyes dance from Rohesia to Clancy, picking up exactly where the conversation had left off; it was as if Rohesia had been there all along. "I only know them by legend," she explains, gaze twinkling. "I could only dream as a child of what the magical necklaces might look like. They surpass expectation." Her pupils dance across the flaxen gemstone with a sense of wonder, knowing well the powers that Doutaini's magic provided but having never laid eyes upon it herself. She looks to Rohesia expectantly, excitedly.

Clancy, Rohesia





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Posted 04-09-2018, 05:40 PM |
Magnolia
Rogue
Female, 3.00
Ectomorph
38 in, 80 lbs
5 ep
© Mag
ooc: gentle bump for Rohesia <3



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Posted 04-12-2018, 05:35 PM |
Rohesia
Unregistered
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in, lbs
ep
© 
ooc: so sorry guys for the hold up!!! :( Clancy Magnolia im gonna try post tonight, but in case i cannot please just feel free to assume roe's being a sweet lil bump on the log



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Posted 04-13-2018, 06:08 PM |
Storm
Clancy
Storm Wolf
Male, 1.25
Meso-runner
31 in, 117 lbs
22 ep
© Ev

the brother of the other valentines, watched the two greet each other and it seemed to make his heart ache. he missed felix and thisbe. and of course, mother. but, he would return and see them soon. he would return to his homelands of haya. his tail thumped at the thought as his eyes skimmed over the two identical girls. his eyes wavered for a moment before he heard the taller girl speak. his eyes focused on her, gem still glowering in the dimming sunlight. yeah? that's awesome. i'm glad i got to be the first to show you! if you would like.. uh, i can show you haya's lands too? or wherever. we are close to wind and ice as well.. there are lots of places here to explore, trust me. never ending it feels! clancy spoke, the scared demeanor now gone as excitement builds in him. he hadn't had too many friends and maybe he was making them now. zombie had disappeared and it made him sad. he wished that they had grown together and lived their lives- bonding. it makes him think of what could have been. all the what if's. his head cocks to the side as his eyes advert to the sky wondering what monster-hunting adventure she had went on to face. a sigh parts from those pretty lips before he looked back to the women, giving that award winning smile.



Magnolia



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