Rainbow Remedies

Ever Mayawyn · 08-30-2010, 07:23 PM

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The more the merrier. Seeking a quick thread.

Ever’s Dress

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The smell of the wild flowers on the breeze was enough to drive any young wolf out into the open. She had tamed her wild red curls in a braid that ended abundantly above her tail and slipped on a silk dress she had found in a chest in the stables. During the process, not one smile kissed the maw of the female, her face a thick wall of woe. Her frame was still underweight and her head pounded with the loss of sleep she had experienced.

This was her first step outside the stables for weeks. She was tired of being depressed, but still couldn’t shake the last stages of the feeling. It was impossible to smile and her mind was an uproar of painful thoughts. Unbearable as it was, the girl was out to make things better again.

By her side, as always, was the stallion. He walked in her shadow, led by an invisible rope. Saphraine was like a guardian to Ever, watching her always. Together, they wandered, searching. The horse was wild, never ridden for Ever had never sat upon his back. She wasn’t ready and neither was he; the companions could read each other like a pop-up book.

She knew not what she looked for, but what she needed. The silver girl was familiar with uncommon herbs and the scents never left her memory. Along the moors, various herbs had already passed her, but Ever was out for one; something that would calm her anxiety and hopefully put her to sleep. Her muscles were tense and her mind spun. She could have sat down and cried right then and there, the gash in her heart as big as the hills themselves. But she had already spent to long doing so.

The girl had no desire to meet anyone else on this trek. Her voice was sore and she looked worse for wear. Occasionally, Ever stopped to scent the air, but prey was not something she wished for. It had been hard to eat while the feeling of being abandoned hung over her like a storm cloud. Her aqua eyes were dull, even when she caught scent of the Kava on the breeze. Her ears twitched gently as wisps of clouds drifted across the oasis of blue in the sky.

Talitha de le Poer · 09-01-2010, 11:03 AM

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There was always something to find in Halifax, always. Anyone could spend an entire day and a half rummaging through the waste and artifacts that human civilization left behind. There was always one thing or another to pick up when visiting Halifax, even if it was a pair of nail clippers or maybe even a plunger, things that would seem useless to Luperci but might come in need in the future (who knew what to do with a plunger, it could be a brilliant interrogative tool when you threaten to plunge someone's eyes out of their head if they didn't tell the truth, or something like that). There was always something interesting to find in Halifax. Upon Talitha's recent return to her home territory, you would think she would at least spend a couple week's time behind the skull lined borders of the coyote and hybrid lands. As soon as she had the opportunity, there she would go, bailing out again on her father and Inferni like she never returned.

Not looking to run away again, her journey's purpose was to not only find some random junk at Halifax, but also there was a recent promotion in rank achieved. Praeses was what it was, and it was the equivalent to Inferni's scout and spy responsibilities. Her promotion was sudden and small, but Talitha was proud of her achievement nonetheless. It had only been several weeks, and already she was rising in the ranks, obtaining new responsibilities to herself. More than anything she wanted for Gabriel to be proud of his daughter for her successions, for she felt like she disappointed him on numerous accounts. It was time to make her name known, and it was time for once to start doing something productive and responsible. After her long journey back and forth between the outside and Inferni, Talitha was quite sick of traveling at best, but her promotion required her to scout for the benefit of Inferni, and scouting she would then do for the sake of responsibility.

After collecting random objects to store in a shoulder pack, there was something that pushed Talitha more East in exploration. Whether it was she could scent the clean air along the breeze or her wanderlust had not tired her yet even after her return, there was a curious and delightful smell of wildflowers at some point that drew her into a land with rolling, gentle hills. Everything about this place contrasted greatly from the North and the West, and everything here seem to be untainted by human and luperci civilization. Peaceful, tranquil, something you would assume could only be achieved in a day dream. Her stroll was casual and her hair flitting back to be tousled in the pleasant breeze, until in the distance there was a luperci and a very large specimen of wild horse trotting along next to it that made her stop. She was more amazed by the horse than the woman herself, but couldn't help to notice there was something sluggish about the woman, maybe even vaguely wounded. Who knew for certain. The edges of her flowing, lilac hued like dress flitted in the most gentle wisps of the breeze, giving her an almost very country-ish looking appearance.

Deciding whether or not to pass up this opportunity to be social, Talitha vowed to hell with it and decided to stride over to the two. Her tall and graceful legs carried her with swift grace over to them, with one hand digging around in her brown shoulder pack which would reveal a silver flask with some drink leftover. Even though alcohol was a precious artifact when one was at low stock, at least Talitha held some sense of empathy within in order to share some to those who looked like they would need a shot or two. Stopping at a comfortable distance (for it was clear this woman was wolf, and generally wolves made Talitha uneasy and apprehensive to be around), Talitha could now catch the dull gleam in her eyes, and willingly lifted her flask to her. Wolf or not, why the hell not? "Here, take a swag, you look like you need one. Try not to touch your lips to the rim, or backwash." Talitha said rather bluntly, hinting at distaste from contracting wolf cooties, but this was the nicest that any wolf would be able to experience Talitha as. There was no questioning to come from Talitha as to why the woman looked so dull and perturbed, but Talitha felt like her alcohol was some sort of secret weapon of an elixir, temporarily curing one's ailments for the time being. Plus, she figured it would be nice to work on her giving skills.

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Ever Mayawyn · 09-01-2010, 07:31 PM

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Her paw steps were becoming easier to drag as the fresh scents wavered in the air and the grass brushed across her ankles. Occasionally the girl tripped, her hand flying to her stallion’s neck, but other than those flits with danger, Ever was well enough to be out again. After she had smelt the herb, her colorless irises searched the rolling hills for a bush with shimmering leaves. Clouds had lazily crossed the round orb of light in the sky, concealing a few rays of sun and casting stubby shadows along the ground.

The silver girl was indeed disoriented and weak, certainly unable to defend herself. So when a voice, high and feminine yet rather edgeless, broke the muffled sound of rushing grass, she couldn’t help whip around, red braid trailing more slowly across her shoulder. The movement sent the Cours member’s head whirling as her silk dress lay comfortably across her thigh.

She was tired of being friendly when she was in a bad mood or the other converser refused to show concern to her, but this female seemed to be exactly what she expected. The women’s dark multi colored pelt stood out like a stone against the gentle, sage flowing hill background. Her maroon irises were sharp, despite her lack of enthusiasm in her words. Ever glanced back silently, taking in the rest of her figure.

Her words were an effortless amount of advice, her hand holding out the flask. The smell was a bitter tang the young silver pelt was not used to compared to the different bitterness that came from the herbs. But despite the odd gesture, Ever liked the sound of the mistress’s voice. It was easy and refreshing compared to male’s who had haunted her thoughts.

“Sorry, I do not drink ma’m.”

The wolf’s voice was slowly getting smoother again, the fluentness that had frightened her when it left. She had finally gave in to Niro when he had found her in the dark and drank the bucket of water he had. Steadily, her weight had came back but still she was unnervingly slim and clumsy beyond repair.

Already dispirited by the insignificant exchange, the hybrid leaned back against her golden companion, who had been prepared to catch her. He nickered sweetly and tasted the air. The time would come soon before he left again. What she would do then, the silver girl did not know.

Talitha de le Poer · 09-01-2010, 10:27 PM

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The luperci woman didn't look like she could hold a bad bone in her body, despite how perturbed she appeared. It was evident within the creases and tufts of fur within her face that something had been ailing her, but there was a gleaming flicker of what was goodness in her deep blue eyes as far as Talitha was concerned. Goodness in the translation of innocence, something that the hybrid found envious for some strange reason in this moment. Untouched, untainted, untamed. If only Talitha could have retained her natural sense of goodness and innocence when she used to have it; maybe then Talitha herself would be found, swept faraway in a clean and open atmosphere such as this, taming wild mustangs, picking fruit, letting the hard work of the day be the only thing that would make her tired, make her cranky. This luperci woman seemed like she didn't come from a rough background at all, despite the way she currently carried herself. On the inside, Talitha was instantly envious of this.

Rejecting the offer to sip down the contents in the silvery flask, Talitha still held it out for a second before drawing it back into her possession, shrugging her shoulders lightly. "Suit yourself." All the more for myself anyways. The hybrid said, raising the flask to her lips in order to take the swags that the red-head turned down. The alcohol (preferably strong whiskey scavenged in Halifax) scorched the back of her throat, as she swallowed it with a heavy gulp and a shake of her head. Licking her lips thereafter, it was like a caldron of lava was poured down her esophagus, searing the entire way down until it all hit rock bottom in her stomach. The way that the woman turned down her flask, now that Talitha thought about it, something about her tone was too proper. She recounted how she presented the flask in the first place to her, and would have thought a much more sarcastic or annoyed response would have been given, but it sounded like the rejecting was very well placed, despite how problematic she looked still.

Her crimson eyes then transfixed to the horse behind her, which it was comfortable with the red-headed woman leaning against. Talitha would never begin to understand such a relationship shared, for she always looked at anything that had hooves to it as a ticket for the day's lunch. Sloshing the liquor around in her flask some, her head tilted to the side, her eyes narrowing and observing the stallion for what it was a little more. The relationship shared between equine and luperci was fascinating, but at the same time... a little disturbing, and very weird. "How do you even manage to keep that thing around you?" Talitha questioned, straightening her head back upright. And how can it ever stand being around a wolf of all things? Have wolves lost their instincts of predator and prey? Apparently Talitha never really caught on to the whole using horses as means for transportation, companions, or whatever else they could be useful for to luperci.

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Ever Mayawyn · 09-01-2010, 11:14 PM

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A mix of emotions rushed through the intoxicated female in an instant, the silver girl taking all of them in. The skill was coming in handy now a days when she chose to talk less and listen more. Confusion was fluent in her converser’s face, which Ever could understand clearly. Recently, her responses brought astray thoughts and actions, especially now when her haggard look seemed to attract others like fresh prey.

Taking a sip from the flask, the mistress’s eyes strangled for a moment as the hot liquid simmered down her throat. Ever took in a breath, unable to stand how a wolf could drink the alcohol so willingly. She had never drunken any of the sweltering beverage seen being downed by eager luperci, willing to drown their emotions behind sluggish and thoughtless actions. Thinking off the inappropriate way to bottle themselves with the bottle, another wave of fresh Yava drifted like the tufts of clouds across the Miracles girl and reminded her of her own mission to suppress her depression.

But the next movement from the Inferni woman caught her colorless gaze immediately. Amber gaze trailed to the creature, behind her; the sweet spring sunshine that had gotten the girl through the tough weeks of despair. Instinctively, her face hardened in defense against her closet companion. Again, slower now, emotions washed through the dark wolf’s face; most bewildering to Ever, being disappointment and disgust.

She had always there was a very distinct relationship between her and equines every since she laid eyes on the beautiful beasts. So when the Iferni member spoke of her affectionate, amiable, companion like filth, even the horse could feel her tense. For once, the sensitive, gentle girl flared her eyes a crisp aqua flame.

“The stallion stays because he wants too.”

Ever replied, voice betrayed her eyes; remaining calm. Suddenly, the friendly female seemed to be far away, unfamiliar. Lips set in a thin line, the silver pelt looked on.

Talitha de le Poer · 09-05-2010, 11:49 AM

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The swag of her flask felt burning but delightful, and eventually the side effects of such were destined to kick in a little more momentarily. Licking her lips again from her narrow, shepherd like muzzle, she decided then to put her container of drink away from the time being, since it didn't seem like the other woman would be willing to share some anytime soon. There was then something of a temporary awkwardness that Talitha felt between them, as if it was the hybrid was intruding upon the woman and her horse (although to Talitha, they didn't look like they were really doing anything except taking a stroll). Nevertheless, Talitha was blandly curious, even within the wolf woman who toted around something that could be able to feed off the entire tribe of Inferni for a good week or two.

It seemed like Talitha struck a delicate spot within the woman, for the facial features of the woman's face changed gradually, and began bleeding in more with whatever perturbed her in the first place. This time, though, it looked like something that was brushing on the surface of annoyance, a touch of disgust. She could see the narrow and the gleaming flicker of defense spark in her deep blue eyes that was such a contrast and opposite to Talitha's own fiery crimson, and while the woman stated that the horse lingered because he found something of company within her, it was apparent that she was a little irked. With absolutely no reaction except the twitch of the corner of her mouth, Talitha kept a neutral poker face to this, even after she noticed the subtle hints of disappointment. Well, it was somewhat of a serious question.

Twisting her lips slightly in thought then, her blood red gaze exchanged between that of the woman and of the horse. What made the horse, out of all creatures, want to linger around with a wolf, a predator, or all things in this world? Like previously said, she wouldn't ever begin to understand that relationship. There were some things in the world that didn't seem like they would be a good match for one another, and anything falling into predator and prey categories was one of them. Her throat muttered a soft hmm of itself, before her hand raised to comb back a chocolate-y strand of curled hair behind her shoulder, and then she folded her arms. "So does this stallion have a name then, or?" Talitha was mildly interested in this opposite relationship before her, mainly because of the initial bafflement that this horse was the one to decide to linger around instead of the woman dragging it along with her on her depressive journeys.

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Ever Mayawyn · 10-07-2010, 06:41 PM

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I am so terribly sorry about the delay. Slowness is apparent from now on. Again so sorry!
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The girl twisted her lips in a skeptical sideways expression. She hadn’t quite confirmed whether or not the other woman was truly interested in her companion. Either way, Ever felt relieved when she put away the flask, of course keeping the feelings to herself as always. Words came quite easier now that the reek of alcohol was muffled by the scent of leather and wasn’t boldly flowing in through her mouth. Curled tail twitching against the golden barrel of her horse, the female laced her fingers through his silky white mane, avoiding the delicate wild flowers she had woven into ahead of time.

“I call him Saphraine.”

Ever said, without looking at the hybrid. Her other hand was clenched in the fabric of her dress and by now she was sure one of her claws had made a hole in it.

The outline of a horse in the distance reminded the girl of an angel. There was a loneliness inside her and the presence of the wild stallion caught her all to fragile heart on fire. So when the evening sun traced his frame, Ever laid her other hand onto his back. She was in love so many times over again but not even the male could break the special bond the silver female had with her horse.

But if there was a look that could disturb her as deeply as the one Ezra had given her, it was the one the dark women shot in their direction. The breeze had lifted her hair and tugged on what little clothes she had on, rippling her fur underneath the fabric and giving her a slight wicked appearance. Crimson eyes as red as a pond filled with blood were directed almost through her and pierced the soft belly of the golden stallion. Ever wished she could wash the look clean off her face. It made her stomach stir. Claws raking as gentle as possible over the back of her horse, Ever turned back around, keeping one black paw entwined in waves of white water.

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