Eden's Echo [Sage/Thistle]

[Thirteenth]

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/comatose_background-1.jpg] An icy breeze swept in over swelling whitecaps, whisking finely powdered grains of sand into a musical shimmer that fled across the sable beech, chiming almost imperceptibly beneath the breeze. Flurries of snow tumbled awkwardly out of the sky, spiraling down through delicate wisps of mist to cling to frost laden stones or vanish upon the rippled sands. Tiny mounds of snow soon began to accumulate across the beach, creating a blackened seascape speckled with virgin white yet to be sullied by the passage of time. As the moments passed, miniscule flurries transitioned into fat, fluffy flakes of crystal that danced gingerly on the breeze, spinning gracefully downwards to alight on the shifting sands. A single, obese puff of snow tumbled downward, mutely plopping onto an outstretched pink tongue, a fleeting, frosty treat that melted almost immediately. Enchanted by the immaculate winter paradise spreading before her paws, Fiktion danced along the edge of the ocean, catching fluffy, frigid puffs of cold on her tongue. Nimble white paws capered on the damp edges of the water, carrying the delicately built she-wolf away from the grasping waves with feather light agility. Melodious laughter pealed into the stillness of the morning as the young female leapt and dashed about with purpose, enthralled by a mysterious game; or perhaps an impalpable companion. “Imagine snow on the beach,” she chirruped velvet tone seeming to sing rather than speak though there was no one visible there to answer her question. None the less, Fiktion’s one sided dialogue continued for several moments. Eyes sparkling with happiness, she tilted her head with a sense of curiosity, and pricked her ears forward as though listening to someone with rapt attention. A beautiful, gentle smile ghosted across her muzzle, warming her features like a halo of light as the tips of her slender canines bared and another harmonious chime of laughter echoed through the stillness and she leapt forward, once again beginning to twirl and dance over the sand. To the distant observer, she appeared to be engaged with someone, interacting gracefully with something unseen; perhaps it was the consuming, artistic spirit of inspiration itself driving her to caper liquidly over the snowy beach. The constant, steady rumble of the surf set a faint tempo, created a sense of calm that hovered contently over the cold beach. A sea bird cried in the distance, a lonely sound that faded eerily into the gray skies, followed by another, and then nothing. Only the never ending roar of rolling water lingered, murmuring secrets with ancient finality. .

[SAGE™]

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/razmid.png] My size was always taken for granted, and it was so unfair! Just because I was small didn't mean shit! I was strong! I could beat anyone who tried to challenge me! I was probably hotter than most to. That I had no doubt about! Suddenly I felt confident and smiled in triumph. I began to skip along the land, and felt the sudden bitterness of the snow below my feet. I was bored, so I pranced for awhile. Then, seeing how stupid I must look, laughed. slowly, I slowed my pace to a slow jog, and began to look for other wolves. A sneaky smile appeared on my face when I saw a pretty white female. I smiled brightly, and ran up to her. Then, only a few feet from her, sat down and grinned. Wow! You're really pretty, you know?I laughed, and than stood up. She was slightly bigger than me, but the bigger the better! Well, I was an exception to that saying! Do you have a mate, miss? I asked, wondering if she loved me yet. Sure, she was a stranger sure I was younger, but that was the prize! Smiling, scooting closer to her, I wiggled my eyebrows.

[Stardust]

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[atrb=background,http://i510.photobucket.com/albums/s345/amourlupin/firva3bottom-1.jpg] The ocean, improbably, had been what spat Firvatoriel out onto this strange but fertile land, and the ocean was where she had gone to muse after a bellyful of another small game hunt. It wasn't the same coast where she'd washed up on Renegade lands, gaunt, salty, crusty, parched, and generally pathetic, but it reminded her of that day. It didn't look quite in the same direction, of course--even if the sun had been up, she wouldn't have been able to see the faint haze of her ruined homeland. But that was alright. She had come here to escape the dead earth, and escape she had, though to a rather lonely, distracted pack in the midst of a building war. Firva blended in best with the forest. Autumn was her time, in particular, and she had been sad, as she always was, to see the leaves falling, though glad to know that in this place, this time, they would come back. And the winter DID have a particular kind of beauty, she had to admit. This sable beach was unlike anything she'd seen before, and as snow began to fall, she had curled up on the ocean-side of one of the lower sand dunes and allowed it to mesmerize her. She blended in best with the forest, but in the dark, holding still, with patches of snow flurrying around, she was still a tricky thing to see. Interrupting the rhythmic pounding of the waves and the faint patter of the snow came another sound--a much louder patter, of dancing wolven feet, and then, abruptly, chiming laughter and bright chattering speech. Firva's ears perked up to alertness on top of her head, and her eyes snapped open, though she kept her head on her paws. Like a giant leaping shape of snow, a wolf WAS, in fact, dancing on the black sands. She appeared to be full grown--she was bigger than Firva, anyway, though that wasn't hard--but she acted like a pup in her first winter, gleefully snapping away at the flakes that came closer to her. She also spoke, seemingly to no one, which caused Firva to finally lift her head and cock it to one side, perplexed. Still puzzled, the little Renegade huntress couldn't help but find something cheering in the movements of the white fae. They were so light, so graceful, and so utterly ridiculous. She rose from her hiding place and began a quiet patter of her own, tiptoeing slightly closer. Quite suddenly, a loud, brash voice ripped through the otherwise gentle sounds of the night: "Wow! You're really pretty, you know?" Firva damn near jumped out of her skin, and did jump several inches up and back, landing lightly on small paws. The speaker, she saw now, was a pitch black wolf, the white femme in between them. His dark coloring and placement had hid him from her, as had the antics of the she-wolf. One of Firva's bright saffron eyes twitched slightly, and the opposite ear also flicked, in a strange combination of confusion, alarm, and utter hilarity. She edged closer, almost looking like she was dancing, herself, though low to the ground, silent. Then the black male handed her her tipping point: "Do you have a mate, miss?" And he waggled his eyebrows above his bright green eyes. Firva burst out laughing. She distinctly guffawed. The sound was high and bright and brash and rather reminiscent of wind going through hollow reeds. She laughed until she wheezed a little after inhaling some snow, coughed, and then, her cover blown, trotted out into the open, shaking her head and her ruff. "Pardon me for interruptin' a regular lover's tryst, but d'you make it a habit to propose to the first girl you see? Bit of a risky proposition, particularly in low light."

[Thirteenth]

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/comatose_background-1.jpg] Wow! You're really pretty, you know? Her slender white paws had barely touched the ground at the end of a graceful, arching leap when she heard the voice. Startled, she whirled, kicking up a wave of snow and sand as she spun about to face the stranger, pale azure eyes widening. Fear, familiar as an old friend, stabbed through her chest, set her heart racing. Do you have a mate, miss? “N-n-no,” she took a slow, perplexed step back from the young stranger. Now that she was still, caught in a web of distress, her appearance was considerably different than it had been before when she had been capering across the sand. Her slight form, slender, delicate, was still beautiful; but it was a tarnished sort of beauty. Thin and gaunt from malnourishment, she seemed fragile, as though any significant wind would simply sweep her away in a cloud of white dust. What had, from a distance, appeared to be a pristine white pelt, was blemished, not entirely healthy. Now visible in her stillness, a long, jagged scar curled from low on her left side, vanishing from view where it curled along her under belly; the most noticable of imperfections inflicted by cruel fangs. Figure trembling, Fiktion shifted in the sands, ready to flee at a moments notice, eyeing the young male mistrustfully. An unexpected burst of laughter from down the beach caused her to cringe fearfully towards the ground as she cast her gaze about wildly, searching for the source. Pardon me for interruptin' a regular lover's tryst, but d'you make it a habit to propose to the first girl you see? Bit of a risky proposition, particularly in low light. The only comfort Fiktion found when she finally saw the new wolf approaching was that it was not another male. Miserable with trepidation, afraid to run for fear of being pursued and harmed, she hugged the black sands as though she expected to dissolve among them. .

[SAGE™]

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/razmid.png] I was grinning stupidly, and felt something in my smile that was true, because she was really pretty! I just sat there, smiling dumbly, waiting for a responses. N-N-No She replied, and I wagged my tail. Neither do I! I bounced with my voice, and snickered with hope in my green eyes. I slowly took a step toward her, to get a closer look, and then heard a wolf interrupt us. "Pardon me for interruptin' a regular lover's tryst, but d'you make it a habit to propose to the first girl you see? Bit of a risky proposition, particularly in low light. I glared at her, and shook my head. You're just jealous I didn't ask you! Duh!

[/color] I growled, and looked back to the white female. I smiled at her, and then glared again back at the new female. She was kinda pretty, but rude!

Well, we could all have fun, could we not?[/color] I smirked, deciding she was pretty enough for me. I winked at them both, and looked back at the white female.

My name is Razekel Bain! Whats your, or can I call you beautiful, hm?[/color] I asked excitedly. I turned to the other female, and my smile faded a little. And I guess I can call you... Second best?[/color] I snickered.






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[Stardust]

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[atrb=background,http://i510.photobucket.com/albums/s345/amourlupin/firva3bottom-1.jpg] Firva felt guilty as the white femme leaped in terror when the black brute approached, even though it hadn't been her doing, and then flinched again at her laugh. She would have written it off as simple surprise and skittishness, but something seemed off about the snowy pelted fae now that she was still. Signs of neglect and abuse were writ clear on her body, the dirt on the pelt, the unhealthy thinness of her body that had looked so graceful in motion, the large scar carving its way through her coat. Then the fae flattened herself to the beach in terror. "You're just jealous I didn't ask you! Duh!" Firva snapped her head back up to the male, snorting, waving her bushy tail, and giving him a sassy look. She edged closer to the femme, trying not to be threatening, dancing nervously on deer-slender limbs. "Hoy, me darlin'," she started, speaking more softly. "You alright?" "Well, we could all have fun, could we not?" Wrinkling her nose, Firva looked up again, giving him a slightly gentler smile. He was a pretty one, certainly, but a little fluffy in the head. "Maybe so, chappie, but I think this one needs a bit of care first," she said, gesturing with her muzzle towards the flattened femme. "And I guess I can call you... Second best?" The brute, Razekel Bain, snickered at his own joke, and Firva shot him a blazing glare of bright saffron, made even brighter by her dark mask and the fineness of her features. "And who's saying I'd choose you, eh? You can call me Firvatoriel if you want to be accurate, and you can call this lady traumatized. What d'you think you're playing at, harassing young gentlewomen such as herself without so much as a by your leave?" She took up a defensive posture before the prone she-wolf, though it was mostly show; Firva operated on bluster and guile when she had to face down another wolf, and she chose to do that very rarely. "You 'ave quite a pretty face, lad, but I'm wondering what's behind it."

[Thirteenth]

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/comatose_background-1.jpg] My name is Razekel Bain! Whats your, or can I call you beautiful, hm? Fiktion felt a hot flush of embarrassment burn her cheeks, and when combined with her fear she would not have been surprised if one of the strangers pointed out that her fur had begun to glow pink. She hugged the ground, wishing fervently that the bold young twit would just go away; and wishing that she had the strength to buck up and tell him just that. All she had wanted to do was enjoy a solitary frolic on the beach. It was a humble want, so why couldn’t fate just throw her that bone? The strange female edged nearer, and when she spoke Fiktion flinched despite her friendly tone and soft spoken words, Hoy, me darlin’, You alright? Almost as soon as she had spoken the obnoxious young male piped up again. Prevented from answering, Fiktion glanced towards him. Her ears, which had been pinned tightly to her skull, perked slightly when the female responded to the tactless Razekel, and Fiktion felt a bit heartened when the stranger, who named herself as Firvatoriel, stood in front of her and began to tell him off. She watched as a faint golden glow crept about the edges of Firva’s figure, flickering like fire; then it vanished on the breeze sweeping in over the ocean, unseen by the other two. You 'ave quite a pretty face, lad, but I'm wondering what's behind it. Fiktion stifled the small smile that briefly tugged across her muzzle. Her alarm began to abate as she realized that Firva was a friendly creature, and the young male really didn’t seem very harmless. He was just a bit of an air headed hot shot…As she told herself this, the small she-wolf gathered her paws towards herself and slowly began to lift her shivering from upwards .

[SAGE™]

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk107/puddinxpiexB/razmid.png] As I watched the white female with eager eyes, I saw her embarrassment, and somehow that made me more... Encouraged... For, perhaps my charms were working! No one could resist me, that was sure as hell! As my green eyes watched her face, I wiggled my eyebrows more. She was almost groping the ground... Was I just that godly? I smiled, and snapped my head to the side as the other female spoke. "Hoy, me darlin'," She said, calmly and softly. "You alright?" I took a step toward her, the white female, and snorted. She's just shocked by my handsomeness! Bug out! I growled, then looked back to the white female. I smiled slightly, and my eyes now had a little of encouragement for her to stand and walk away with me. "Maybe so, chappie, but I think this one needs a bit of care first," I rolled my eyes, and stepped away as the she wolf strided toward her. She's only jealous! I thought desperately. Sitting down, I watched as she attempted to aid the female. Smiling, I waited for her to move. And who's saying I'd choose you, eh? You can call me Firvatoriel if you want to be accurate, and you can call this lady traumatized. What d'you think you're playing at, harassing young gentlewomen such as herself without so much as a by your leave?" I rolled my eyes; She's in denial. And, she's only making excuses for the white females reaction. It was me that was causing her to act like this. Well, what's your name, babe?

[/color] I asked, smirking at the white she wolf once more.

"You 'ave quite a pretty face, lad, but I'm wondering what's behind it."

You wanna find out?[/color]








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[Stardust]

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[atrb=background,http://i510.photobucket.com/albums/s345/amourlupin/firva3bottom-1.jpg] The coquettish black male danced even closer, and Firva flicked up her tail in warning. She was still bearing a sardonic, if irritated, expression on her features, but her bushy tail was growing even bushier, and her thick winter ruff was bristling slightly. "She's just shocked by my handsomeness! Bug out!" Firva barked a derisive laugh, not budging from her defensive posture, despite the significant size difference between herself and both the other wolves. She did spare a glance back towards the snowy fae on the ground, who seemed, if not relaxed, at least less likely to bolt madly into the dangerous dark. She lowered her hackles slightly, winked at the femme, and turned back to Razekel Bain. "Shocked? Maybe by how poorly it melds with your demeanor, you grackle-headed twit." Despite her words, she was grinning a bit, enjoying the opportunity to use her language, and seeing that the mute she-wolf's fear was abating. Still, she was curious to see how the stranger would react to the direct inquiry Razekel was making. She held her barbed tongue for that moment, giving the stranger space in which to reply. "You wanna find out?" Firva's eyes were a perfect picture in amused disinterestedness, though she didn't roll them. Instead, she simply flicked one ear, and elegant and timeless gesture, drawing her head up to a taller, less defensive position."Please," she drawled, tone dry as a bone, "dazzle me with your intellect." And, under her breath, she muttered: "Yeh great puffed up popinjay."

[Thirteenth]

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/Valley%20Howls/comatose_background-1.jpg] Encouraged by Firva’s protective presence, Fiktion sat herself up slowly, watching the young black male move closer; she did wish that he would go away, or shut up at the very least. Now that she was catching a better glimpse of his personality, Fiktion was almost ashamed of herself for reacting to him so fearfully--he was nothing but a talkative narcissist… Firva seemed to increase in size as her fur puffed with irritation, and Fiktion peered cautiously out from behind the she-wolf to get another glimpse of Razakel as he piped, She's just shocked by my handsomeness! Bug out. You’re not at all handsome, Fiktion wanted to tell him, but she didn’t have the courage to say something so bold, and it wasn’t true anyway. He was indeed an attractive male; not nearly as much so as he seemed to think, though. As though he sensed her thoughts, Razakel turned his gaze back towards her, and Fiktion just barely stopped herself from flinching back, Well, what's your name, babe? “F-Fiktion,” she stammered, though she doubted that either one of them heard her because she had barely let the word off the tip of her tongue before he and Firva were going back and forth again. Fiktion made no move to intervene; in fact, she began contemplating the idea of slipping away while they were distracted by one another. She could have done it; moving without being seen was a specialty of hers. The scruffy little female could have trotted right through an open field in broad daylight (not that she made a habit out of doing such things) and no one ever would have noticed she was there. After all, she was an insignificant little wretch, and--thankfully--easy to overlook. .