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- Svara Thames - 03-20-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cercelee - 03-24-2009 [html]
[/html] - Susquehanna - 03-25-2009 [html]
- Svara Thames - 03-25-2009 [html]
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 03-25-2009 [html]
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The world was still lay in the tenebrous realm of the moon, hidden that night by the clouds. It was quiet, comfortable, untroubled. Cwmfen lay in a quiet sleep, untroubled for once by the pains of her body. The shadows embraced her softly with arms of down, a gentle, caressing touch. The warrior slept within the clearing in which she had practiced daily her martial techniques, but since the wounds were inflicted, she had taken a necessary hiatus in order to ensure that she would not be permanently hindered in her movements. Gaining the flexibility would be a slower process, but she was not concerned with time. As long as she could return to that life, the warrior would live. But now she slept under the night sky, her dreams guided by the dark feathers of the Raven, who wheeled absently in the heavens above. His movements were slow, spiraling and carving shapes in the air with his wings.... Cwmfen woke with a start. Her Dream was troubled once again by ominous images. The colour of her Raven had flickered in her mind with the instability of violent flames, black and white, colourless, draining, suffocating. But she thought that she new those colours, so similar and yet different from the Raven. She thought that the Dream spoke of a coming, the arrival of something or someone, or perhaps the coming of an event. But the night stole away the urgency of the dream, and those images of black and white receded back into the recesses of her mind. With a sigh, the warrior rose. She had slept upon her stomach once again, resting her head upon her arms. But upon rising, she was alert, aware for the pull in her back. When no immediate sensation arose, the female was relieved. Silently, she walked back to her den, using the stealth of a killer in the night. But when she reached her den, there was an emptiness in the air, and the fresh, almost warm scent of the girl Svara trailed from the den’s mouth. Curiosity rose within her as the warrior changed her course. The woad marked fae entered the clearing, finding that Svara was now sharing the company of Cercelee and of a black fae she did not recognize. She entered just as the girl dropped the cloth from her eyes, showing the adults the scars that marred her vision. It could be worse, the warrior thought. At least it was healing—the scars were definitely better than they had been when last she had seen them uncovered at the scene of the crime. “We would not wish this upon any member of the pack.” Cwmfen’s alto melody was soft, gentle. But she could not help but see the irony of it all. The girl who had been blind to the workings of her own character became now physically blind. As the warrior’s fluid movements ceased, she turned to look at Cercelee, her gaze only briefly flickering across the other woman in greeting. “Such calamity was no accident....” And the female paused, wondering if Haku had yet met with the Rosea to regale her of the happenings of that day. - Firefly Sadira - 03-25-2009 Normally Firefly wouldn't have come at anyone's calling but she was feeling like a rat in a cage at the moment and she hadn't seen hide nor hair of Svara since Haku's tantrum over the incident between the stranger and Svara. She hadn't been one to point out to him that she had been roughly about the same age as the girl when they'd let passion and lust flair up like fire. There was no use saying anything to the male anyways, he was always right, end of discussion. She'd show him sooner than he thought that he was not infact always right, nor always in control. The coppery bitch made her way slowly into the middle of the mess that was coming to light as Svara threw the rags off her face. The woman didn't shy away from the scaring, all they served to do was remind her of another stubborn woman who had suffered a fate almost identical. She sat back on her haunches and spoke up, no humor or harassment in her voice as she did. "No one wished this upon you Svara.. You're rather lucky to be alive.." The bitterness in her voice serving as a reminder that once Svara could have suffered worse than the dose of injustice she'd received now. Others had paid to intervene in her last misfortunes and if she'd had to again Firefly knew she would have once more, though the weight of her own personal loss still a shadow in the back of her mind. She'd been about to make a comment on Svara's thoughts on her injuries when Cwmfen had stepped in. The ears of the Acer pinned back against her skull as she bared her fangs in disgust at what the woman had said. "This was deliberate?" Her tone dark as she shot Svara a glance before snapping. "Svara, who did this?" She knew it wasn't her place to ask, but she knew once she found out she didn't care what Cercelee might say, she'd find a way to get her point across to the filthy excuse for a creature that had caused the child such distress. - Cercelee - 03-26-2009 [html]
[/html] - Svara Thames - 03-28-2009 [html]
[/html] - Susquehanna - 03-31-2009 [html]
- Cwmfen nic Graine - 04-01-2009 [html]
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The reactions of the wolves about them were unmistakable. It seemed as if the news had been lying low, perhaps waiting for something. But perhaps it had been waiting for this, for something dramatic. And she knew that Svara was one to relish such a thing, for she had created it. And the woad warrior did not have a single doubt in her mind that the girl had brought this upon herself. But that was beside the point. What Sabeen had done was inexcusable by any standards especially because it had been done within the packlands to another packmember. The warrior was one who may have been able to dismiss the severity, though not the matter, of such conduct had it occurred between a Dahlian and some lone creature. But such was not the case here. And it seemed that, with the behavior of Sabeen when she had sought her out, had been a strange one. And the woman’s inability to recollect such a thing, and, moreover, her inability to learn that she had such symptoms (whatever they were), was not something that the pack needed. What if such a thing were to happen again? And the warrior, as a protector of the pack, did not wish to wait for such a thing to happen. There were younger pups within the boarders that needed consideration. And Svara was indirect upon the unveiling of the perpetrator. Perhaps, with such an incident, the youth had become hopeless. And she wondered, then, why the girl had not come out before, to bring down one who had harmed her. Surely such a volatile personality would not have simply stood by even as she did so now. Perhaps there was some sort of fear or insecurity deep within the youth that had become the personality she so easily wore upon her sleeve. Svara claimed to have told Haku such things, and she did not doubt it. But the warrior thought that if the girl would only take life more seriously, others would be able to heed her warnings. And this was just another case of the human tale “The Boy Who Cried Wolf” which she had heard a long time ago. As for Karma.... perhaps that was exactly what it was. Whoever the other black fae was, she seemed very familiar with Svara. But the warrior was not familiar with her, and she scented that this female did not belong to any pack. Briefly, her mind crossed the possibility that she had entered the packlands without permission, but for now, the matter at hand was the justice that needed to be served. (And, with a soft laughter, she thought of that lone male Onus.) Turning to Cercelee, briefly with fleeting eye contact greeting Firefly, who had recently arrived, the warrior nodded at Svara’s words. “It was Sabeen,” the alto melody stated simply and clearly. Briefly, those white orbs flickered across the young girl before she returned her gaze to the white Rosea. “I approached her several days ago concerning the matter, and there was no doubt that she had done what Svara has claimed that she has done.” Blood had still lingered upon the woman’s fur, though she had chosen to disregard it. “But she would not admit to it, claiming innocence. And it seemed as if she even believed her lies.” And the warrior, who did not know of drugs, could not explain why such a thing were the case. - Firefly Sadira - 04-09-2009 Firefly couldn't help it when her ears pinned back at the words of the others. Cercelee's voice and tone stung, she'd been out looking for her children just the same as the others. She glared at the Rosea but didn't even have a chance to make a response as Cwmfen and Svara each spoke in their own turn. Firefly growled softly at the words that Cwmfen spoke of. She'd met Svara's mother once and if she'd had the chance she would have killed the woman right there. She herself might be a bitch but she wasn't crazy. The hairs along her back bristled as her eyes darkened with the information that was revealed to her. Without waiting for anyone else to speak she stood up and growled. "I can see when I'm not wanted.." She glanced towards the Rosea as she went on. "Besides.. I do have other places to be.. now." She knew that she shouldn't be so cruel and just ignore the words that Svara had spoken to her but she had someone that she'd rather visit at this moment in time, if the bitch hadn't left the packlands already. She glanced to the others there before walking past Svara, letting her tail barely touch the girl as she made her exit, not caring if any of the others had anything else to say to her. It didn't matter now, she had her own duties to perform and if she was lucky Sabeen would already be heading for the borders and Firefly could grant her own form of justice off the packlands and where no one would have to know otherwise. Rumors if they spread could be justified as just that, rumors and gossip, but she doubted that anyone would care for what she was going to do to the hag when she found her. If anything they'd just be disappointed they didn't get there first. - Cercelee - 04-09-2009 [html]
[/html] - Svara Thames - 04-09-2009 [html] style="padding: 0px; position: relative; right: 110px; top: 75px; width: 230px; height: 220px; z-index: 2; overflow: auto; padding-right:5px;scrollbar-face-color: #000000; scrollbar-highlight-color: #000000; scrollbar-3dlight-color: #000000; scrollbar-darkshadow-color: #0000000; scrollbar-shadow-color: #000000; scrollbar-arrow-color: #000000; scrollbar-track-color: #000000"> !! out of character. An arrogant smile tilted svara's lips. "so said the dictator." The she wolf said that grin still at the edge of her lips. Firefly's words made svara forget the lead she wolf quickly. If there were any wolves in this pack Svara would stand with it would be the acer and the adonis. The two women were her strength, even though she would neve admit it to them, her pride and her self esteem couldn't take it. Her once bright two yellow eyes would have watched the acer, but now they just stared uselessly. It would be stupid of her to say that firefly's words hadn't stung, making her heart ache slightly in her young chest. Did her words mean so little to the female? Guess it just proved her existance wasn't very high. Though she couldn't see firefly the moment she walked past her the womens tail trailing affectionatly across her side, svara felt like a new energy was given to her with the simple gesture, memories of when a bear could have taken her life had the women not saved her life. It had been because of Svara she had lost one of her pups. Cercelees words only seemed to further enrage Svara. Grinding her teeth she wished she could stare the women down, to bad she wasn't quit sure where she was even standing. "Do you enjoy saying something like that to me? I'm stating the obvious. I told Haku when he was accepting her what would happen, and he didn't listen. What do you think it feels like Rosea to have the man you trust accept the women who murdered your father into this pack? So sorry if I don't have that much trust in my pack at the moment, maybe I'll get some of it back with my sight." The young women said in a light voice that was filled with more then anger and sorrow, but betrayl, hopelessness, and fear.
Moving towards the smell of Cwmfen she tried not to bump into the female. It really ate at her to have to ask which way was the den, to know she couldn't even SEE her mother leave the pack. "Which way is the den?" Svara asked lowly embarrassed. What was she going to do after all of this? They could chase Sabeen off, even kill her, but they couldn't give back what she had taken. Svara didn't miss Cercelee asking for Hanna's assistance medically, another ache laced through the girls heart and a part of her just wanted to go into Cwmfens den and give up, it seemed so much easier at this point. - Susquehanna - 04-10-2009 [html]
- Cwmfen nic Graine - 04-12-2009 [html]
Is this thread ending? And is there an IC thread with Sabeen? Or are we just assuming it? ^=^;
500+ Cwmfen’s ears flicked with mild irritation at Svara’s insolence, which Cercelee responded to immediately. What made her think that she could speak to Cercelee that way, to even order her? This was perhaps Svara’s greatest flaw, in Cwmfen’s eyes, for the girl could not give respect. Cercelee was first the Rosea, and she was also older than Svara. Both rank and age, to the Caledonian-Korean, required attention first. These things required immediate respect, whether or not that individual had conflicting ideals. And Cwmfen, at that moment, could not see why indeed Svara continued to stay within the pack when, apparently, so many of its members were not to her liking. It seemed to the warrior that the girl superficially respected only Haku and Firefly, and perhaps at times herself. But that was not enough. Svara needed to learn her place within the pack soon or there would be trouble. There was no doubt about that in the warrior’s mind. Cwmfen was silent as the tension between the Rosea and the Acer elevated, but then the golden mother decided to leave, to excuse herself. There was no doubt in her mind or in Cercelee’s, it seemed, as to where the other female was going. The warrior nodded silently to Cercelee’s orders, offering a simple, “I will,” with that soft voice. Briefly, she considered the other black female; if Cercelee were giving orders to her, then it must mean that they both knew each other and trusted each other, at least to a certain extent. And so satisfied, she was about to leave when Svara moved closer, asking in which direction the den was. The woad bound fingers gently took the girl’s shoulders as she pointed her in the correct direction, murmuring quietly in her ear, “My scent should still be warm, and I have just come from there,” so that only the girl could hear, sparing her any more public humiliation (and she knew that the girl’s pride was becoming increasingly battered). Her hand lingered there for a moment before the white orbs turned a final time to the white Rosea, and then she was gone. The warrior moved as quickly as her scars would allow, gripping the spear lightly as she moved through the trees. The Raven Spear’s blade, held at a slight angle, sniffed the air before her. And then the Raven himself made his appearance, calling to her. He knew where the Sabeen woman was. And then he lifted off again, rising almost vertically back into the heavens, moving ahead so that the warrior could follow. It was not long before she caught up with Firefly, and she made a silent greeting to her packmate, offering her a light smile and a single wag of her woad tipped tail. She had thought it before and she thought it again. While this golden woman had her flaws, Cwmfen could respect her because of her powerful will. And she hoped that that would not change. And she knew that this female could be volatile, which was why she knew that she had to arrive alongside this woman before things got too out of hand. |