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- Palaydrian Soul - 08-06-2012 [html] Early afternoon by Deer Lake, she’s in her optime form. Word Count → 6+ The Omega was pregnant, and there was no denying it now. The woman was experiencing frequent morning sickness, a horrendous appetite for quail eggs of all things, and fighting off an incessant need to find an abandoned rabbit warren or badger’s den. She’d lose herself for a few minutes during the day, snooping in the hillocks for the perfect nook and then the fae would start clawing blindly at the earth, completely ignoring the dirt and rubble falling into her hair and fur. When reality finally snapped back into her head, she’d find herself elbows deep in a makeshift burrow, pleasantly surprised and yet horrified at her work. The instinct for denning was almost uncontrollable and soon enough, her pack mates would notice the various unfinished dig sites dotting the countryside that were perfumed with her scent. Drin was aware she couldn’t keep this secret up for long, but as much as she wanted to tell her mate, something was holding her back...New Dawn’s decision to end someone’s life. News as exciting and jubilant as her’s paled in comparison to the overall mood in the pack at the moment, and she was afraid her joy would be squelched by the darkness overwhelming her home. How could anyone be elated at a time like this? It was foolish, but the woman was embarrassed to be so ecstatic when her brothers and sisters were hurting. As a true selfless soul, the woman was sacrificing her own happiness for her family, not realizing that cheering up was truly what everyone needed at the moment and her news would be celebrated not resented. Cicadas became her background music as the woman waded into the coolness of the lake. The sun’s heat was already permeating the lush surroundings with the heavy dampness of humidity. Drin was rubbing soaproot into her soiled fur from an early morning dig in an attempt to erase the grit and grime of her labors and return her golden fur to its original shining glory. Of course, Jiva would simply think she had gotten a little over zealous in her gardening this morning, but that wouldn’t have explained the halos of dirt ringing her face. She prayed to Luna he didn’t follow her out there this morning or he would’ve seen her stopping in Glen Eyrie, rump high in the air, as she mimicked a mole in the mud. Her little Eden would have to wait until later, for now that she was clean and bathed, the angel just wanted to swim and enjoy the sun. Palaydrian swam around, dipping under now and then as her long lilac streaked hair snaked behind her. She loved the feel of the water filtering through her guard hairs and caressing her pale skin underneath. Her mind drifted over the past few months, so much change and heartache, but the bad couldn’t snuff out all the things she held dear to her heart. Drin had been accepted into a family of exceptional wolves, the woman had gained a confidence she had never had before when it came to fighting and self defense, the young Soul had found true love in her mate, and now she would bear his children. A radiant smile spread across her dark lips as she rose out of the water and sauntered up the sandy beach, a gloved hand running over the small baby bump rising on her cream hued belly. No denying it, in a few months time, Palaydrian would be called “mother”. She sat down on the lake’s shore and propped herself up on elbows, allowing her damp body to soak up rays of sunshine and striving to maintain a positive attitude as the pack’s Omega should. .drinwolf {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/mpbJy.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; background-color:#c8b284; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: justify; padding:415px 0px 5px 0px; color:#6e6249; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:16px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .drinwolf b {color:#9ff1c5; text-shadow:#6e6249 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing:1px;} .drinwolf p { text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .drinwolf p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .drinwolf .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #fff; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} </style> [/html] - Palaydrian Soul - 08-07-2012 [html] Double posty as yours got deleted good thing I saw it before the board pooped! Word Count → 6+ The sun felt amazing against her body, her golden fur glinting in the sunlight and already drying to a comfortable dampness. The heat would finish the job soon enough, but Palaydrian was more focused on the warming sensations in her limbs. It had been too long since she had last basked in the sun’s rays and she was beginning to question herself why when her seal point ears swiveled to the side. Her curiosity was piqued as her head turned to the sound of the source. Her bi colored gaze didn’t capture anyone on the beach, must be a squirrel in the woods, she thought to herself as she turned her head back to the lake and continued to sun bathe. Her eyes closed to fully enjoy the relaxation as her head dipped back, but another sound rang out and caused her eyes to flash open. What the heck, she said under her breath, her head turned towards the woods once more. That definitely had not sounded like a squirrel or any woodland creature for that matter. Mingled sounds of snarls and growls amidst the droning cicadas caused her to quickly scramble to her feet. Some type of prey was not out of the question. Her hackles rose in response to the threatening sounds, but they were hidden by the curtain of lilac streaked hair that fell around her. She didn’t have time to gather it and braid it as she knew she needed to investigate wherever and whomever the noise was coming from. A sudden stab of panic entered her heart as gloved hands went down to her stomach and the little baby bump there. Could she really face an attacker right now, if this was a trespasser, or even worse...Amy or Aram? She shook her head with a low growl and dropped her hands. She couldn’t be foolish right now. The ocean eyed lady knew how to fight and had been given the skills and more when it came to defending herself and her unborn children. She’d be careful and cautious, if it turned out to be someone the pack was on high alert for, she could always run for help. Drin would adopt her hunting and tracking ways, the skills which had heightened her stealth overtime.. She had never snuck up on anything in her optime form, but her movements mirrored those she adopted in her lupine. Silence wasn’t something she needed to completely rely on here as the cicadas provided a noisy enough background and whomever was making sound, it was clear they weren’t expecting anyone to be nearby. She swiftly moved along the beach and entered the woods where the noise was coming from. It sounded like someone was tearing up trees or something which had immediately made her think of beavers, but as far as she knew, they did not snarl, growl, or bark. Under the treetops, Drin closed and opened her eyes until they adjusted to the dappled light as she had been exposed to the brightness of the beach seconds ago. Once satisfied with her cleared vision, she continued to slink cautiously towards the sound, ready to turn and bolt if need be, but her eyes soon picked out a dark from against the underbrush. Zalen? She thought, but then his scent hit her. Her eyes widened with surprise. She had heard that he had returned, but this was the first time she was seeing him since a complete stranger had told her about him. Shadowfang? She called out, not wanting to interrupt whatever it was he was doing, and it looked like he was wreaking havoc on a circle of trees. Drin stood a few feet from the perimeter of his circle of destruction, not sure how stable the man was and a bit hesitant of her brother as she had never met him before. .drinwolf {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/mpbJy.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; background-color:#c8b284; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: justify; padding:415px 0px 5px 0px; color:#6e6249; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:16px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .drinwolf b {color:#9ff1c5; text-shadow:#6e6249 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing:1px;} .drinwolf p { text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .drinwolf p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .drinwolf .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #fff; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} </style> [/html] - Shadowfang - 08-08-2012 [html]
- Palaydrian Soul - 08-08-2012 [html]
Word Count → 6+ The Omega watched in silent awe as the scarred man moved swiftly about the circle as though he were participating in a dance. He was deadly and fast, each move of his hands and step of his feet obviously memorized and practiced. The woman had seen this type of furious drive before in someone she loved, Syliat. Her great grandmother was a relentless and deadly fighter and Palaydrian was beginning to see that Shadowfang too possessed an unshakable discipline for training. The man’s past was a mystery to her, but it wasn’t a secret that Insomnia had left. To where the woman wandered, she had no clue, but she could almost feel the heartache wafting off of him, his emotions high practically tangible to one so empathetic as she. Palaydrian could only imagine the devastation Shadow felt at losing his lover. She knew she wouldn’t be able to continue on in Jiva left her, at least for awhile she would feel completely helpless and betrayed. It was clear this man was hurting and though she had been initially frightened by the tenacity he displayed on the tree trunks, but understanding enveloped her like a gauzy veil. Her eyes softened on the man as recognition of another voice reached him through the haze. His attention turned to her and she accepted his salutations with a dip of her seal point head. The siamese woman looked up and met his bi colored gaze briefly before responding as he walked about the circle to examine his work. No apology necessary, my name is Palaydrian Soul. She introduced herself, mildly watching him walk about. I was sunning on the beach nearby, figured I’d come see what all the racket was about, the Omega laughed lightly in attempt to lift the mood. And now I see and know why. A lot has been on everyone’s minds and hearts the past few days...I know you don’t know me that well, but if you’d like to talk to someone...to get things off your chest, I’m a pretty good listener, she offered him with a small smile. There was no pressure here, she knew her pack brothers and sisters eventually came to her with burdened hearts in their own time. Palaydrian seemed to have a welcoming air about her that invited in the weary and restless. No disrespect here, the selfless woman replied, now able to get a better look at her brother as he stopped moving. He carried scars of a warrior while she carried the carvings of a victim, a blood flecked eye, and the brand of her family, but she was no longer embarrassed by the “A” marking that had been cut into her thigh or the silver crescent moon between her breasts. Both of them had very different stories, but she wouldn’t pry, only listen in this case. The two were survivors in their own right, pushing onward in dark times with the help of friends. You’ve returned to a time of trouble, I’ve grown tired of it already, she admitted. It was true, the heavy mood within the pack was unsettling and she wanted it to end. This wasn’t the world she wanted to bear her children into, a place where everyone feared for the next day and longed for blood. Fear and hatred would only drive her brothers and sisters mad, tainting the future of the pack and ultimately turning them into something they weren’t. This wasn’t the New Dawn she had joined in the beginning, no...this was something darker. Join me in the sun? She asked, before turning to walk back the way she came. If they were to talk of heavy things, the beach and the light would help ease the pain. .drinwolf {background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/mpbJy.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:top center; background-color:#c8b284; width:500px; margin:0px auto; text-align: justify; padding:415px 0px 5px 0px; color:#6e6249; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; line-height:16px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; outline:1px solid #000000;} .drinwolf b {color:#9ff1c5; text-shadow:#6e6249 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing:1px;} .drinwolf p { text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px; } .drinwolf p.ooc { font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px; } .drinwolf .wordcount {letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dotted #fff; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} </style> [/html] - Shadowfang - 08-08-2012 [html]
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