i'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in

Clover Love Lykoi · 01-12-2011, 06:15 PM

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Disclaimer: Since I am drugged up right now and my posts have been kind of strange, I've decided to hold off on replying to actual threads until I recover. Instead, I decided to concentrate my muse on the telling of Clover's acquisition of Daisy. I'm sorry in advance if these posts make no sense and are kind of weird.

It was a trek that would take a complete two days, and that was if the girl decided not to stop walking. That, of course, would be impossible. She’d need to rest along the way, and Clover planned to sleep when night fell. It was not a place she had ever been, and despite her instinctual senses guiding her, she did not want to make a mistake and end up somewhere where she had not been planning on going at all. But she had told the woman that she would come see her at some point, and Clover thought that now might as well be as good a time as any. After all, she wanted to see how Ember’s injury was healing up, since the cold months of winter were upon them. She’d bring some of her medical supplies with her, in case she had to do any last minute treatment on the wound. Clover just wanted to make sure her patient was all healed up from then. She had seemed like a lovely woman when the coyote had first met her, and she did not want to see anything bad happen to her. During times like this, she’d need to be in if not perfect, then extremely good health. The winter was not always kind to everyone.

She hadn’t really known how to prepare for it, and felt strange when she stood outside of the mansion with little to carry with her. The little knapsack she had carried while she had lived along was once again slung over a shoulder, but its weight felt light and did not reassure her. She felt somehow as if she was forgetting something important, but nothing else in her room seemed to be useful for a trip to the strange clan’s borders. With a glance over her shoulder, pale yellow eyes studying the outline of the colossal mansion and the peak of the greenhouse jus around back, the young coyote hiked the strap on her bag and headed out of the coyote clan’s lands. She’d be back in a couple of days, and she was sure not much would change while she was gone. She assured herself that she would miss nothing important, and that no one would hardly notice her absence. After all, it didn’t really seem as if many of the coyotes in Inferni knew of her existence. Despite her need for social interaction, Clover had somehow managed to tuck herself away in a corner. She needed to find a way to branch out again. Her sisters’ arrival to Inferni had done much to bring out the Clover everyone had known and loved in Juniper Peace.

She trailed south from the mansion, but did not breach the coyote’s borders for a few miles. She felt as if she were on another trip to the great city of Halifax, but knew her intended travel would bring her much farther. There wasn’t much to guide her to AniWaya, but Clover was sure she’d be alright in the end. She would let Mother Earth give her signs that her path was correct, and let the beauty of the earth surround her. Even if she was not successful in finding Ember again, Clover would still be left with a journey that had let her experience more of Earth’s beautiful scenery. She had not taken the time to stop and appreciate it lately. Maybe now, along her few days trek, she would stop and smell the roses.

As she plummeted her way into Arachnea’s Revenge, Clover reached for the twisted double braids that ran across her forehead. Tucked into one of the headbands strands, Clover extracted a joint. She had placed on there earlier, when she had been collecting her things in her room of the mansion, but had not expected to reach for it so soon. It didn’t really matter, for the girl had brought plenty more of the stuff with her in her knapsack, but she had been telling herself all along that she’d try to conserves what she had brought with her, so that she might share more with Ember and whomever she met along the way. Bringing the white cylinder to her muzzle, Clover lit the end with a matchstick and let the flimsy burnt cardboard drift to join the leaf litter of the Revenge. The first inhalation of smoke was like a breath of fresh air, and Clover suddenly realized the cannabis was working to calm her nerves. She hadn’t realized until then that she was actually somewhat nervous about her trek. She couldn’t quite place a finger on what it was to make her feel this way, but she was suddenly aware of it now. Taking a hard, long drag, Clover closed both straw colored eyes and willed her anxieties to flee her. She did not want to be weighted down by inhibitions.

The sun was sinking lower into the sky as she walked, humming to herself as she went. The tunes were both of the past, hymns the souls of Juniper Peace would sometimes get together to sing and play on their array of instruments, and some of the songs Clover had written herself while she had spent her time along living along the Drifter Bay. She was surprised she had not come across another soul yet on her journey, but she wondered if perhaps she might as she drew closer to Halifax, and the packs that bordered it. In the back of her mind, Clover silently wished she might find Harlowe here, for Dahlia de Mai was not far off. But as she had been last been told, it seemed as if Harlowe no longer actually lived in the wolf pack. And still, there was still the peculiar scent she had sworn she had detected when she had met that white wolf from the mountains. Had she really detected Harlowe there? Clover shook her heads, waves of honey twirling over her shoulders as she walked. She could make her way into the Shattered Coast before night fell, but she assumed it might be easier for her to find shelter in the city. So instead of continuing south west, the girl took a minor detour and headed towards the University, where she had not long ago collected all those books for the boy with those enchanting chartreuse eyes.

Clover Love Lykoi · 01-12-2011, 07:22 PM

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Slender fingers reached out away from the lither frame, caressing the lively green of the ivy as it sprawled up the rick face of the building in a blanket that seemed impenetrable. The bold red of the brick, a color similar to the roan on the young Lykoi’s face, was hardly visible now. If only the humans could see their creation, they would have surely been lost on what had happened to it. Mother Earth had come to reclaim what was hers. Behind the dormitory painting a backdrop to the remaining buildings of the campus, they sky (which had been dull and grey with cloud cover) had taken on a lovely mix of pastel pink and orange. Straw colored eyes rose from the ivy to study the harmony of colors, and the young coyote girl smiled to herself. Though the strange fog from the cannabis had worn away now, the girl felt a similar warmth curling in her chest as she let her gaze fall away from the sky. Hesitantly, she entered the dormitory through one of the entrances that remained unblocked.

The lack of light in the building created a strange ethereal atmosphere, and the coyote girl tread lightly on the dirt dusted floor. It was much different than the library, for there were not books and books strewn haphazardly. Instead, strange pieces of furniture lay broken in the corridor, and it somehow reminded her of the mansion back in Inferni. She paused when she came to doorways, peering inside at the messes of things strewn about. Pale eyes fell across beds, but nothing seemed inviting enough for the girl to cease her search. She continued her wandering down the hall, and noted the way it seemed to be uncomfortably quite in this building; the sounds of nature somewhat cut off by the brick walls that towered around her.

She came to one room where the window was not covered by vines, for the glass had been long broken and the ivy had curled to climb inside. The low light from outside allowed itself inside, and Clover was sure that she’d be able to see the light from the moon if she stayed there. Though much of the furniture seemed to be in rough shape and broken, one of the bed frames seemed to be relatively intact. She tested it cautiously, placing one hand on the mattress and pushing down. When it did not give, Clover gradually added more pressure. Eventually, she had let her entire frame onto the bed, and it did not give. It would do for the night, she figured, and then tomorrow she’d be on her way as soon as the morning light filtered in.

The girl had settled onto the floor, pushing away the debris of the room into the corners to clear away a spot for her and her things. Right away, Clover was rummaging through her makeshift knapsack to fish out the mason jar that held her small supply of pot. She had plenty more in Inferni, but this was all she had decided to bring for this trip. While she busied her hands preparing a few joints to smoke, Clover found herself once again humming the same tunes she had during her travels that day. There was song in particular that always seemed to calm her and bring her close to sleep, but she could not remember where she had first heard it. Perhaps it was something from when she had been a pup, but she could not quite place it. It was just something she seemed to always have in the back of her mind somewhere.

When the familiar sweet smoke had filled her lungs again, Clover rested her head against the frame of the bed behind her. Her things were still strewn around her, but it did not bother her to leave them there for now. In the morning she would be sure to gather all of her things. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the day when she had met the sable woman from the clan she aimed to travel to now. Against her deep colored fur, her eyes had stood out like gems, and Clover had instantly thought the woman to be very beautiful. She had also come to find that she had been very sweet, and was eager to see her again. She had offered Clover something to repay her for the trouble of healing her foot, but that was not why she was going to see her now. She simply wanted to get away, and to make sure her friend was alright.

Even after the joint was burnt away into non existence, the girl sat there with her legs cradled into a pretzel beneath her and her head titled back into the frame of the bed. It was nice to just sit and not have to worry about anything for a moment. She tried to relieve herself of all thought, and simply focus on her breathing and her existence. It was easy to melt away any uneasiness in her bones, and she suddenly became more aware of her own body. With every deep inhalation of breath, Clover felt alive.

She would have stayed like that for awhile longer, before her fatigue finally called her to curl up on the borrowed bed. Except, something else caught the young coyote’s attention as it burrowed its way into her surroundings. Both darkened ears perked amongst the burnt ochre of her wavy locks, and straw eyes drifted to the doorway. Though no unfamiliar smell had yet to reach Clover, the girl could easily detect the sound of footfall wandering down the same corridor she had earlier. Quieting her own breath, she listened intently to provide herself with some clues. Judging by the sound, it was only one other person. It was not something small, like a squirrel or a rabbit. The echo of the clawed feet told her it must be another Luperci, at least.

Without a doubt, the young coyote girl was no longer along in the dilapidated brick dormitory.

Clover Love Lykoi · 01-13-2011, 05:42 PM

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Darkest coal with the slightest gleam when the light caught its moistened edges capped the cylinder of blackest fur, fading into a sea of rust that somehow complimented that pale shade of celadon so well. She had easily lost herself there, for it seemed the girl had a weakness for those lovely green eyes; a weakness that boy had developed in her long before she could even realize its nature. Slender fingers had worked their way into that rusty auburn fringe, pulling the celadon closer, and Clover had kept it there all night. She had been correct in assuming that she had not been alone, and had been adamant on keeping it that way.

When the sunlight filtered through the broken window and he was gone, Clover collected her things and secured them once again in her makeshift knapsack. Straw colored eyes swept the room, falling on debris, broken furniture, and the bed frame. Raising her fingers to her muzzle, the girl planted a kiss and then waved it away to the room. So long, it said.

Leaving Halifax brought the girl up through the northern territory of the Shattered Coast, passing by the packs of Cour des Miracles and Dahlia de Mai with a ten mile radius. Though she didn’t want to admit it to herself, the girl was once again thinking of that boy from Dahlia de Mai. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t get him off of her mind, since she didn’t really know him that well at all. She tried instead to focus on that melody of rust and celadon, but her interest not lingering.

Her travels lead her into Ethereal Eclipse, and it was there the girl spent the rest of her day. After the sun had been high in the sky for quite some time, Clover had taken the time to stop and eat some of the cured meat she had bought with her. Though her diet had become something more acceptable for her kind, she still was somewhat averse to hunting. Mother Earth had made her the way that she was, so that she might kill and find sustenance off of the old, sick, or weak creatures of the earth, but she felt much internal conflict upon doing it. That lovely girl, the one from the pack she sought now, had taught her to change her ways. Still, Clover felt better if she could leave the hunting to someone else. The supplies in her mason jar had also begun to dip, for it was the one thing she could do to occupy her time. Of course, straw eyes studied the scenery as she walked, but Clover did not come by many others. She had seen some off in the distance, but none had approached her. She supposed she didn’t really mind the solitude much, for the weed had allowed her to slip into a state of apathy, but she would think it would be nice not to have to spend the night alone once more.

She would make it there by late afternoon if she rose early the next morning and continued her trek. For now, the sun had sunk beneath the horizon and once again painted the sky in a display of vibrant hues. She settled less than a mile from Crimson Dream’s northern border, pulling her purple tapestry around her shoulders and huddling close under a stand of pine. The area was blanketed in a thin sheet of white, and her tawny coat did not provide as much heat as she would have liked. Before the light had completely vanished, the young Aedile had successfully built herself a fire.

Alone, the girl sat beside the flames and let orange ribbons flicker in straw colored orbs, thinking back to the time she had spent with Caillen all those months ago.

Clover Love Lykoi · 02-01-2011, 06:07 PM

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She was absolutely beautiful.

Her mane had grown long and had the slightest hint of cream making it a beautiful shade of ivory. Her frame was entirely white, with no imperfections that straw yellow eyes could discern. Tail of white was long and flowing, the tips ending with slightly more pronounce cream. Those big gorgeous eyes were what caught the coyote most; a rich chestnut color and so expressive. The young Lykoi felt as if she could see right into the horse’s soul, and she instantly felt a connection between them.

She had been given the name of Daisy, though those who had cared for her first had not called her this. Clover was shown the basics of caring for her, and she was taught to ride. She had planned to spend only a day, but the coyote stayed by the distant lands of AniWaya for several. In the end, she felt as if she had been given something much more than an animal in return for her simple healing; she had been given a lifelong companion.

Thin clawed fingers reached out gently, beckoning the soft white to push against them. Mother Earth was smiling down on them.

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