10-09-2008, 09:15 PM
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Deep within Ethereal Eclipse...
500+
The august light faded at last, and the earth turned with the sun, unleashing the soothe twilight and the night that followed. White orbs beheld the turning of the worlds, the waxing and waning of light reflected in glassy, empty orbs. She seemed to be watching the heavens, the place where the golden orb died, yet they saw past the apparent, finding a place farther and deeper than the sky and the earth, transcending the physical. The she-wolf observed the sundown from atop a roof, the edifice beneath being potent enough to support her added weight.
A sigh escaped the discontented entity. The black female had grown content and comfortable in the lands of Dahlia de Mai, the lands that had accepted her. While initially she had been timid, for her nature was naturally so, the discomfort that accompanied the timidity instilled by novelty had finally worn off. The lands were more familiar, as were the scents and members. But, now that such comfort had been obtained, the restlessness of her underlying belligerent nature had begun to return. And thus she found herself returned to the boarders where she had entered this new life. It was indeed a comfort to find shelter from the crow-wolf, but the auld ways did not change, even for this youth...
With the light having died, the woad-marked fae averted her gaze, which fell ultimately upon the boarder below. It was not far, with two bounds she would cross it... Indeed, the entirety of these lands were still new to the Corean-Caledonian female, and, she admitted, to pass beyond the boarders was tempting. What was stopping her? She was not yet sure of the ceremonies of the pack. Yet, she had seen many members crossing the boarders, and other wolves coming in—DaVinci, though unknown by most, had come into Dahlia de Mai in such a way. Perhaps she would be too...
And then, like a shadow, with the power of an ancient warrior, the blue-marked female had leapt from the roof. She landed with the grace that seemed to transcend her form, yet she was not silent; a whisper of a passing she did leave, but silence was not her end. As the rear paws touched the earth, she propelled her body, crossing the boarder of her pack and falling into the lands of Ethereal Eclipse.
The woods here were older, denser, and the cool, damp air threatened to penetrate through her thick black coat, especially in the autumn night. The heavens above were obscured, but night vision had taken over, and she took on a brusque trot. Here, there was no hint of passing save for a shadowed movement and a relinquished scent. The tenebrous atmosphere was strange to her, yet its newness was pleasant, and her maw met the plants here and there in greeting. Here, the darkness was a song she heard. So indulged was she in her adventure that she nearly fell over the precipice that opened with gaping jaws. With a curt bark, she leapt at the last moment over the trench to safety. The air of the trench was disturbing to her, for it moved languidly and with a gelid quality that crept into the bones. Shaking the feeling off, the lone female moved on.
She found in the air the song of a small stream. Finding that there was a thirst that needed quenching, the black female pursued the call, finding it with ease. Pausing in her travels, she lowered her barred maw to the cool waters, lapping quietly. Banded ears swiveled back at the sound of approach, but she otherwise did not react, maintaining a calm, level composure.
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Deep within Ethereal Eclipse...
500+
The august light faded at last, and the earth turned with the sun, unleashing the soothe twilight and the night that followed. White orbs beheld the turning of the worlds, the waxing and waning of light reflected in glassy, empty orbs. She seemed to be watching the heavens, the place where the golden orb died, yet they saw past the apparent, finding a place farther and deeper than the sky and the earth, transcending the physical. The she-wolf observed the sundown from atop a roof, the edifice beneath being potent enough to support her added weight.
A sigh escaped the discontented entity. The black female had grown content and comfortable in the lands of Dahlia de Mai, the lands that had accepted her. While initially she had been timid, for her nature was naturally so, the discomfort that accompanied the timidity instilled by novelty had finally worn off. The lands were more familiar, as were the scents and members. But, now that such comfort had been obtained, the restlessness of her underlying belligerent nature had begun to return. And thus she found herself returned to the boarders where she had entered this new life. It was indeed a comfort to find shelter from the crow-wolf, but the auld ways did not change, even for this youth...
With the light having died, the woad-marked fae averted her gaze, which fell ultimately upon the boarder below. It was not far, with two bounds she would cross it... Indeed, the entirety of these lands were still new to the Corean-Caledonian female, and, she admitted, to pass beyond the boarders was tempting. What was stopping her? She was not yet sure of the ceremonies of the pack. Yet, she had seen many members crossing the boarders, and other wolves coming in—DaVinci, though unknown by most, had come into Dahlia de Mai in such a way. Perhaps she would be too...
And then, like a shadow, with the power of an ancient warrior, the blue-marked female had leapt from the roof. She landed with the grace that seemed to transcend her form, yet she was not silent; a whisper of a passing she did leave, but silence was not her end. As the rear paws touched the earth, she propelled her body, crossing the boarder of her pack and falling into the lands of Ethereal Eclipse.
The woods here were older, denser, and the cool, damp air threatened to penetrate through her thick black coat, especially in the autumn night. The heavens above were obscured, but night vision had taken over, and she took on a brusque trot. Here, there was no hint of passing save for a shadowed movement and a relinquished scent. The tenebrous atmosphere was strange to her, yet its newness was pleasant, and her maw met the plants here and there in greeting. Here, the darkness was a song she heard. So indulged was she in her adventure that she nearly fell over the precipice that opened with gaping jaws. With a curt bark, she leapt at the last moment over the trench to safety. The air of the trench was disturbing to her, for it moved languidly and with a gelid quality that crept into the bones. Shaking the feeling off, the lone female moved on.
She found in the air the song of a small stream. Finding that there was a thirst that needed quenching, the black female pursued the call, finding it with ease. Pausing in her travels, she lowered her barred maw to the cool waters, lapping quietly. Banded ears swiveled back at the sound of approach, but she otherwise did not react, maintaining a calm, level composure.