Shapeshifters

Oak · 08-20-2010, 12:55 AM

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Oak was completely transfixed by what he saw, the tiny yellow lights flickering on and off, dancing above and all around him. They drifted upon the breeze like flying insects, but creatures did not create light. Only the sun and the moon and the stars did. His ocean blue gaze lifted to stare into the velvet black dashed by twinkling silver stars, then wandered back to earth where the strange yellow orbs swirled in the night. Maybe they were stars too; they were tiny enough. Had they fallen from the sky, and lost their way?

Oak stepped down from the porch, glancing uneasily over his shoulder. If Mama came out and saw him gone, she would worry. He did not want his mother to be concerned about him... but the pull of the golden lights was too strong. The boy could not have resisted an inspection for any reward. Being young and carefree, he merely forgot about the rules of the night and raced into the dew kissed grass, his face pointed upward to watch the dancing lights, those fallen stars. He selected on of them and followed it about, noticing that it remained lit for only a few precious seconds, went dark again and then burned as brightly as before. If it was a star, perhaps it was weakened by its presence on Earth, unable to shine constantly like the lights in the sky. He slumped to his belly, too puzzled to chase the thing any longer. It and its bretheren continued their lighted, shameless tango. Charcoal nose rested between his large paws, disheartened, until a miracle happened. One of the lighted creatures landed upon his nose, and the boy froze, laying remarkably still. It was indeed an insect, a small life form with a glowing abdomen. It was the loveliest thing he had ever seen.

Ghita Marino · 09-05-2010, 03:05 PM

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The night had fallen not too long ago, the velvet blanket gently tucking away all of the day's efforts, losses, and gains beneath the equality of the night. The day didn't matter now, as the world was slowing down, and a wolf could easily let sleep consume them and carry them into a world far away from their current one, where the pain would go away, and the sun would shine each day. No matter how dismal one's situation was in the waking hours, it could all be changed as dreams took over reality, and anything could happen.

Ghita was looking forward to the retreat into night, into the dreams of a life that could or could not be. But on tonight of all nights, where she had slipped on her bad leg and lay for almost an hour, unable to move because of her injury, sleep would not come to her. Her world, where all four legs moved in a beautiful harmony, was cut off from her, and Ghita could not regain it back for all that she tried to do.

On silent paws she chose to rise out of the bedroom where she and her mate slept, leaving the ebony male with the eyes of the sun to slumber on, oblivious to Ghita's struggles. Moving on four silent lupus legs, the fae shuffled down the stairs the best she could, being careful to avoid the stairs she knew to squeak late at night. The nomadic fae could almost taste the night air as it tempted her senses, tempting her soul to take flight within the music of the night.

Finally, emerging from the confines of the manor, the fae allowed herself one brief moment of happiness. Letting the cool air swirl into her lungs, expecting nothing but the cool caress of the night to intrigue her senses. But quickly she discovered another scent on the air - fresh, and one that reminded her of Anu, but masculine. Definitely one of the gray fae's pups was on the move tonight. Casting one look up to the stars in their multitudes, the sentinels blinked down at her turquoise gaze, almost encouraging her to find this wayward pup.

So, lifting her body into a slow, uneven walk, that was exactly what she did. It didn't take too long before the silhouette of a pup came into her sight, accented by the yellow hue of firefiles that surrounded her as she walked over. The night was truly magical in this sense - even Ghita had never seen so many of the luminescent insects all at once. Letting her rump descend to the earth below her paws, the Lupus fae blinked in pleasure at the night, a faint smile of contentment painted on her face. She knew this pup to be Oak, remembering her encounter with him when he was much younger, even beyond speech for the most part. It couldn't have been that long ago, and she hoped that Oak would remember the crippled fae who had sat with Anu that day. " It's a beautiful night, isn't it, Oak?" Calmly she spoke without taking her eyes off of the fireflies, the tiny insects giving her pelt an almost other-wordly glow as she spoke, the mother the picture of peace in this moment.

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Belle · 09-05-2010, 04:53 PM

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Hey! I am very sorry for the loooong wait Smile YAY A THREESOME! WC: 812

She could not sleep. No matter how much she forced her pale lids shut, they just would not give in. Behind the almost translucent covers she could still see dancing lights upon her eyes, just echoes of what was waiting for her outside. Belle knew that there must of been some kind of reason for her to have not fallen asleep, but she was trying to ignore that fact. What were in fact delicate, gentle snores coming from the corridor outside, she placed as the rumbling laugh of a monster out to get her- or the burping of a giant that had just swallowed somebody. She knew that she was far too old to belive in this nonsense, but all the same she was frightened to death, and she huddled to the corner of the petite bed she had always slept on. Looking around, the albino femme spotted a dark, flat substance just below her door. Belle shivered, believing it was blood, but she soon pulled herself together.

Silly girl. It is only the shadow of the door. It is only a shadow, only a shadow! Stupid, silly girl!

The arctic wolf jumped off the duvet, (For she always slept on top of the covers like a little cat) and stretched her weak limbs pathetically. It was no use. They just flopped around like two pairs of rabbit ears. Once again she cursed herself for being without opposable thumbs, and she gave a hefty shove with her nose towards the closed door that was barring her from freedom. Somehow, she knew this night was special. Something was out there, something good, and she would not miss it for the world.
The door squeaked, but did not budge.

"I do not have time for this! Open, godammit!"

She spoke aloud, before mentally cursing herself.

Talking to yourself? Whatever next?

The wolfess was no longer a little girl. She was still a child, but had grown more mature over the past few months. However- she could get quite anxious and moody at times, especially when she had not had enough sleep. The one-year-old had grown into an adolescent, though her former, childhood hobbies had not deserted her.
She was still an amazing athelete.

The little-woman pivoted with her hind legs after several useless attempts to open the door, and she hurled herself at the window successfully. It creaked open slowly, allowing her to jump on the large sill. And, how she had gasped. The night was beautiful! How could she had not realized? This was the reason her mind was begging her to stay awake! The scene before her was very hard to describe.; it was like black ink had been spilled upon a canvas of the world, for everything was covered in a dark hue. The texture of the air was exhilarating, and the wind almost blew her tiny form from its' standing position. What more, the dark sky swirled amongst millions of bubbling, vivid stars.

Those red, red eyes glittered with excitement as she took in the pitch-black yonder. She no longer felt tired... And what a simply perfect night to run! Powered by adrenalin and pure determination, the child-like figure pounced upon the lower window sill. Once she had met her first target the rest was easy- all she had to do was focus on the movements her body made.

Leap, dive, pounce. Leap, dive, pounce. Leap, dive....... pounce!

Her body mimicked the script in her head, and in no time she had rolled to the very bottom of the large mansion.

The arctic fey paused for a second, catching her breath, but no sooner than she had started to run, she bumped into two others, who were gazing at the night sky and some stars that seemed lower than usual. Belle gasped, pointing her nose in the direction of a 'star' that had fallen to the ground. She knew she must have seemed rude, but she did not have time for introductions at this very moment! She knew the pair were fellow crimson dreamers by their scent, and hoped they would help.

"Quick! A star has fallen! We must help it get back!!!!"

The young wolf had no idea that the star was, in fact, a tiny firefly perched upon a blade of shadow-bathed grass. What she saw was a tiny star. Belle had no idea that this close up stars would actually be much, much bigger: she thought they were as big up close as they were up in the sky. She gently raised her paw- flesh upwards- towards the tiny creature, and to her amazement it lifted silver-tinted wings and flew away. At this point she finally realized that it was a glowing insect, not a star. Usually she would have felt silly, but at this point, the white canis was too bewildered to care.

"What are they?"

Oak · 09-22-2010, 11:23 PM

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Hey guys, sorry about the confusion I caused over this thread. I hope a three-way is all right with you two. And I also apologize sincerely about the wait! 300+

He was lost in this moment wherein the little glowing thing perched fearlessly upon the tip of his snout, lake hued eyes wide with wonder. Usually, creatures smaller than himself fled from him, never brave enough to even allow his approach. The firefly's courage inspired him. Perhaps the boy would think of it whenever faced with something that roused his own fears. In the next blink, the minute creature was gone, becoming one amongst the mass drifting serenely all around.

He was still wide-eyed with lingering amazement when the limping figure finally caught his attention. Of his respectful nature, Oak stood quickly, ears lowering in automatic submission to the older wolfess. Her voice as well as the limp of her gait were familiar to him. He knew inherently that he had met her before, but not when or where. A name entered his thoughts from somewhere in the past, Ghita. Otherwise, she was lost in the tangle of memories he had of his infancy; nonetheless, his ash tipped tail waved slowly, for her words had been kind and soft. Nodding twice, the boy grinned and looked up at the sky for a second before returning his gaze to the Italian woman's lovely turquoise eyes. Oh, yes, came his verbal response, his tone holding the soft calm inherited from his mother.

A shrill voice interrupted them, but Oak merely looked about until his gaze lit upon the stranger. He was struck by her stunning appearance, the snowy white of her fur, the shimmering ruby of her eyes. The sapling realized that she was as confused by the fireflies as he had been, until one of them had graced him with its presence on his nose, thereby telling him without words that it was only a little insect. His tail was still wagging mildly when he glanced between the two females, a bit bewildered by their presence on what he had thought would be a solitary night. They're bugs, Miss, he gently informed the alabaster fey with certainty. He lacked the haughtiness of some children, wishing only to share what he had just learned himself.

Ghita Marino · 09-26-2010, 11:21 AM

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Enjoying the solitary moment with her friend's son, Ghita couldn't help but smile as she listened to Oak. His tone had the same infinitely wise and calm vibe that Anu's held; even if his colouring was off, it was obvious to Ghita who his mother was. Uncertain if he remembered her or not, the situation was not clear even as Oak spoke, his manners and civil nature something that struck Ghita as oddly surprising, but nonetheless appreciative. If only her two children could come off as good-natured as Oak appeared to be! Meeting his gaze, Ghita was nothing but happy in this moment, letting the yellow dancers accent her wide, ebony pupils as she watched the sky come alive.

Smiling, the older fae turned around to watch Belle approach, looking frantic and worried beyond belief. A haunting feeling settled into her stomach, for fear that something could be terribly wrong, but her anxieties were pacified once Belle spoke. Letting out a soft churring laugh, the Major quickly stifled it to be polite, but at the same time was pinched, shaken out of her reverie to remember that these two pack members were younger than she was by months, even years - Ghita simply didn't have the youthful naivete that Oak and her unknown companion had. And at times, Ghita could long for the days where she still held that view.

Softly nodding, so as to not disturb the fireflies which had been unperturbed by the ivory fae's not-so-subtle arrival, the Italian fae added her own input. "Oak's right - these are little bugs, called fireflies, which make light. But you're right - they do look like stars from afar." Turning her turquoise optics towards the arctic fae, she gave the girl a happy nod, acknowledging her presence. "I don't think I've met you before - I'm Ghita. Ghita Marino." The agouti mother didn't know if Oak and the ivory fae had met before, but left his introduction to himself, in fear that she'd be trotting on unwelcome toes.

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