Feel the sun dance with the moon

Daemon Argyris · 06-10-2011, 02:20 AM

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Daemon had yet to make any real connections with anyone in the pack. Fion was all for exploring the territory, and had, in fact, come across several interesting places that lured Daemon into following him--but they hadn't met any more of their packmates, aside from Micah and the woman they'd met when they'd first joined--Skye, the one Daemon had compared to the star-spangled ceiling of night. Daemon was uneasy about those people, as they addressed him with...pity? No, it wasn't like that. Familiarity, that was the word he was looking for--like he was one of the clan. It hadn't been long, but he was already treated differently--and that scared him, a bit. He wanted to gradually ease his way into their family, but it seemed he'd dived in head first.

That was mostly the reason he'd come out here. It was far enough away that he didn't feel threatened, and close enough that, should he need to, he could ride Vivica all the way back to the packlands in only the time it took for the sun to come up. He'd spent the day riding here, thanks to Vivica's wonderful healing ability--she could stand to be ridden for long journeys, without needing the wagon, if he made sure she wore her own cloak. He had one of his own hand-made shoulder bags, filled to the brim with his supplies, banging lightly against his thigh as he moved through the ruins of the old city, Vivica following after him faithfully and occasionally lipping his shoulder through his cloak. He absently considered making saddle-bags for her, now that she was rider-able, so that he might be able to pick up more of the fascinating things he was finding.

Thus far, he'd discovered several books, one of which was a journal, the likes of which he'd seen only from Silviu, who had several and documented his research in them. Daemon wondered if he might be able to do the same; leave journals for Fion, in place of visual lessons that would slip through his fingers like mist on an autumn morning. He'd tucked it into his bag, just in case. A few others he'd found had distinctly furless creatures on the covers, usually a man holding or cradling a woman or a woman standing and looking pretty on the front--he could recognize the gender, but not the species. He wondered if perhaps they were the creators of this city, though he could not remember enough of his old life to call them humans, or to recognize these books as romance novels. He still tucked them into his bag, though it soon became apparent that, with all his supplies in there too, he didn't have enough room for everything. He supposed, with all the leather he'd brought--as well as the needles and thread--he could add another pocket to his bag, to make it bigger. Or...with a look into his bag and a bit of shifting around, Daemon concluded that he did have enough material to make a whole new bag.

Leading Viv to a quiet place with a small stream, Daemon began the process of softening the leather, wishing the water were warmer, before he began carefully cutting out the pieces he wanted and working them over a large, flat rock he found by the stream. He didn't usually put patterns or designs in things he made for himself, but after some debate he took out his stamps and rawhide mallet, and began carefully tapping, his mind focusing entirely on his work and ignoring even Vivica, who lipped his head lightly, enough to pull his hood back and reveal his unmasked face, before she wandered off to a green patch next to the water and began grazing, her tail flicking now and then from beneath her black leather cloak.
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Luna Sabino · 06-12-2011, 12:20 AM

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869 words/ ~~I hope you don't mind me placing the thread during noon.~~ CORRECTIONS DONE!! And Kali is her ghost companion. I highly doubt that Daemon would be able to see or hear her, so he would think that Luna was talking with herself X3

The sun. One of the essential factros to allow life. It gave light and warmth, it gave life. This was the object of Luna's inspiration, the symbol with which she indentified the most. Although, this sounded quite contradictory because her name meant 'Moon', the symbol of night, darkness. Even her personality resempled the sun rather than the nocturne satelite.

But today her dear star was absent. In her place, there was the figure that had given her her name. The moon. The sun had disappeared a while ago, and on it's place there were several shiny dots spread all over the night sky. Luna walked -in partial darkness- between the old buildings of the enormous city in which she had spent the last two days, looking for useful medical supplies. During her stay there, she had found two crystal bottles with a cork cap and a crystal jar, in which she kept part of the plants that she had collected since several weeks ago. The most part of it had been thrown away because the dried plants had turned into thin dust. They were useless now. The rest of her newfound treasures consisted on several bandages and feathers, the last ones serving as a hair decoration.

But something else had resulted from her stay in this place. She had found a lavender plant in a patch of earth in the middle of that no-man's land, and with the help of some water and a big and empty tin, she had made a lavender infusion, just if in case. Besides, she had collected some of the flowers as well, which were kept among with the other herbs.

All of this was safely kept on her statchel as she exited the place, being able to walk without complications thanks to her sight, which allowed her to distinguish what surrounded her. Kali, her companion, had been strangely active during their stay in it. For example, she had been visible all the time, and her figure had been quite opaque, unlike her usually transparent silouette. But when she had decided to leave the city and began to walk away from it, the ghost, who was walking beside her, began to fade slowly. Luna asked her the reason of this change, but Kali only answered that it was the spiritual energy that lingered on the city. Period. Luna knew that the white whost would not say anything else, so she changed the topic to something else. And basically that was how they had spent their time while the sun settled and disappiered behind the horizon.

The pair strolled out of the city and into the forest, looking for a water fountain -or at least Luna did- to have a drink before laying to sleep. There was a stream running close by, so the chestnut female headed towards there.

"I told you, you should have taken something sharp. You know, to defend yourself."

"Why? I have my claws, i don't need anything else. Besides, I am not a fighter."

"Yes but...augh, whatever. Tell me, what is that lavender infusion of yours for? I can't smell it, so..."

Luna let out a giggle. "It is to relieve stress. You see, the smell is soft and relaxing, so it is helpful whenever a person feels anxious. It is also an antiseptic, an insect repellent, and hydrates the dried skin."
"Wow, that's a lot for such a simple plant.

"Hey! it is not a simple plant!".

Luna didn't reply anymore. They had arrived to a small stream, so the woman focused on the water. Unlike other wolves, when she was in Optime form she leaned at ground level to drink like she would do in either of her other forms, using her tongue to bring the water to her mouth, holding her necklace with one of her hands so it didn't get wet.

Shortly after soothing her thirst, she straightened, kneeling beside the water and sniffing the air. She wasn't alone, and the stranger was close by. Her ears perked up and smelling the air again. The smell of another wolf reached her nose, and when she spotted the source, she saw a dark figure, barely distinguishable from the rest of the scenery. The female smiled and collected her stuff, walking towards the figure. As she came closer, she noticed another figure behind the first one, which soon disappeared from her eyesight. For what she could see, the head of whoever was sitting beside the stream was of a very pale colour and the fetures were too thin, as if all the hair from that part was gone, which seemed more likely as she walked closer and saw the details less blurry. That canine was probably bald. However, instead of freaking out, she behaved as usual, leaving the issue for later. The dark faced female stopped a few feet away from the figure, with an uneasy Kali standing alert beside her leg. And, as usual, she introduced herself, with a soothing voice, letting herself be noticed in the darkness, surrounded by shadows. "Hello, my name is Luna...may i ask you what are you doing?" She asked with curiosity, smelling something that reminded her of wet hide.

Daemon Argyris · 06-13-2011, 01:27 AM

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Thank you! <3

Daemon had once reveled in the sun. He'd enjoyed the light shining on his face, warming his fur from the outside, and the slow, aching heat that sank into his very bones when he lounged in the fields around his home, sleeping the day away. It was one reason he'd been so drawn to fire, once he'd discovered it; one reason he'd been drawn to fuel. He knew, without any doubt, that he would never be drawn to fire again. Just as he knew he would never revel in the sun again--it hurt, now, as the fire had hurt, as all light hurt. All but the soft, damp light of the moon.

Tonight the moon shone brightly, casting an eery glow over the leather spread out over the rock. Slowly, an image was forming over the leather, not of flowers or a simple patterns but of a running horse, its mane flowing freely in some unseen wind. He paused to consider it, knowing the hide was too light for the horse to be Vivica, but that, with a bit of dye, or the thicker stuff--paint?--it could become her very easily. He traced the outline, thoughtfully, and heard Vivica neigh softly--and footsteps coming closer. He paused in his contemplation, his thoughts whirling unhurriedly, and then settled back onto his work, the one piece of leather that he'd already cut--and the many he still needed. After a long, considering moment, in which the sounds of drinking came from the river a few yards away, Daemon used the swivel knife to carve a sunset and a few clouds, and then tapped a stamp of a bird into the sunset above the horse, a race between earth and sky. He smoothed his hand over the piece, and then shifted, and added detail as he went, nowhere near finished when the voice spoke to him.

He paused, and tilted his head enough that one ear could face her as he thought over her words. He finally let loose a sound, the closest he could come to a "hello", which was more of a long, Oh, Than anything else, before he sat back a bit and set his tools in the grass beside him, lifting the leather to examine the unfinished tooling in better light. He'd learned to work by moonlight by now, though he usually also had candles; and he could always feel his way through things, should he need to. Tilting the leather to the light now, he found several ways in which it could be bettered, and set out to do those, laying it back on the rock. It was as he turned to pick up his tools he remembered he had company, and set dark eyes on the woman, blinking at her uncomprehendingly. He stared for a long moment, before making the sound again, a long Oooh, rather like a moan, and turned back to his work, content to let that be it for communication.

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Luna Sabino · 06-13-2011, 01:17 PM

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422 words/ Big Grin

As her eyes focused on the other's work, her gaze came across the details of the hide in which the Optime was working on. He had printed a figure that resembled a...horse? Luna had never seen a horse in real life, only in pictures on the books that she loved to read. She stared at the wolf's work until she heard a groan. The wolf had produced it, maybe to greet her. The woman barely made a hello out of that groan, specially because she assumed that that was what he meant -and also made the assumption that the stranger was a male. She observed how the stranger focused on his work again, until something seemed to snap on his mind and he looked at her, his dark eyes appearing like two dark orbs in contrast to the almost silver skin. She heard that groan again, which she supposed was another greeting.

As it was her habit, she let out a muffled giggle and leaned on all fours, in an intent to appear inoffensive. She crawled to the stranger's side, carefully avoiding the display of tools beside him, and kneeling next to him to have a better look of the work. "Do you mind me observing your work?" The female was expecting another groan as an answer. The stranger must have had a physical problem that restrained him from talking properly. But that didn't matter really, she would try to figure out whatever he told her. That was, of course, if he didn't prefer to be left alone.

Her attention was focused on the man's craft, which looked less blurry now that the female was closer to it. She could see more details, such as the running position of the equine, plastered on the leather. "It is beautyful..." The words escaped her mouth smoothly, the statement made of pure admiration. The female wasn't able to do such beautyful things. Her drawings were detailed, of course, but those were just notes. If she treid to make a drawing in paper without having a reference, it came out being only a bunch of scribbles. Let leather alone. People needed practice and talent to do such beautiful things, a talent that she lacked.

And while she thought about that, another thought appeared in her train of thoughts again. What had happened to this creature to end up completely bald? The question lingered in the tip of her tongue, but the green-eyed female bit it and decided to wait for a better moment to ask.

Daemon Argyris · 06-13-2011, 10:14 PM

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8D

Daemon didn't often have an attentive audience. Fion watched him sometimes, certainly, but he was more interested in asking questions than watching Daemon work--what tools did he use? Why did he do what he'd just done? What was that thing there, the one that caused the interesting patterns? Daemon got rather tired of it, really, and so he often banished Fion from the room when doing complicated works such as this--Fion didn't mind, really. It took too much of an artistic touch for the boy; he wanted to create, not craft, and he certainly wasn't much of a carver. He didn't like tooling much. Daemon enjoyed it; it gave him something to focus on and, for a brief moment during the process, he felt like his old self again.

He paused in his tooling for a moment to lean back, just as she commented on its beauty. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, taking her in curiously. Beautiful, she'd said; and perhaps it was. A white horse, an unpainted sky...perhaps those things were beautiful. Maybe to her, he mused; but he liked Viv better, the scarred, abused horse he'd taken care of for almost a year, now. She must surely be content in her life now; there was nothing more beautiful than the relief of pain. Daemon hoped to experience that for himself one day. And that beauty, the relief, was what he hoped to picture here.

After a long moments' thought, he bent over it again, taking up the swivel knife once more and picturing, in his mind's eye, the way the light would hit the horse. Wherever she--he'd decided already that the horse in the leather and the horse grazing by the stream would be one and the same--was in shadow, the pain would be visible. He'd nearly taken the swivel knife to the leather again when another thought occurred to him, and he set it aside again, instead picking up the background tool and his rawhide mallet. It was a careful hand that tapped in the wounds and injuries in the shadows, and he finally sat back, finished, nearly fifteen minutes later. It usually took him much longer, but he'd been sitting there for nearly three hours already--though he wouldn't know that, considering he couldn't keep track of time himself--and he hadn't painted anything yet. He'd have to wait til he got home to do that, if he decided to do it at all.

Vivica, noticing that he had company, clopped her way out of the shadows and came to lip his head again, catching and pulling on one of his ears gently. He swatted at her irritably, but the mare paid him no mind, instead swinging her head around to sniff at his companion. He blinked at her line of sight and turned his own head, having once again forgotten about his company--his work usually took up his whole mind--and he frowned slightly, patting his head absently before he pulled up his hood, finally realizing his naked skin was noticeable. Whaaa? He asked curiously, his ears flattening from the weight of his hood. By now, he was used to that, too.

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Luna Sabino · 06-16-2011, 01:25 AM

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546 words/ And Luna makes the first move (sorry for the crappy post, but i am a bit sleepy now, i'll correct it later)XD. Bad horsie! Dun bite mah eers!! mah bootiful eers!!

Under the dim moonlight, the dark faced female observed how the man's dexter hands carved the leather, surrounded by a deep silence. The dexterity with which the stranger worked in the moonlight surprised her. She was barely able to make out the details of the closest tree -which was less than five feet away from her- but he worked as if he was at broad daylight.

After Luna mentioned the word 'beautiful', something changed, because the craftsman took another tool and began to carve strange lines in the horse's body. At the beginning she frowned out of confusion, but then she realized that those were injuries, scars. How could he do such a thing to such a beautiful body? but the animal didn't look in pain. In fact, it looked happy, trotting forever in it's simple universe. Maybe those scars were old. Maybe it didn't feel pain anymore.

Scars. This word made the female's attention to focus on the bald man's face again, after he left his tools aside after a few minutes of not doing anything but draw details on the piece of hide. The man's face was uncovered, and Luna could see, with certain difficulty that his skin offered an uncommon view, appearing like it would break at any moment. However, that didn't cause any negative feeling in the woman's body. In the contrary, she wanted to help. But her thoughts were interrupted by Kali's words. "Look..."

"Wha-?" The female managed to mumble before the sound of heavy steps rang on her ears and a big figure appeared right beside the craftsman, grabbing one of his hairless ears and nibbling it, earning a dismissing gesture by him. Seeing as it wasn't welcomed there, the figure turned towards the green eyed woman, who stared at the figure atonished. As it came closer, Luna could pint out more details from said shadow, finding the resemblance between it and the image in the artist's work. "S-so, you are a ho-horse." She said, feeling a bit nervous at the presence of the enormous creature. Her ears perked backwards, a signal of uneasyness, and her tail tried to hide under the space between her legs, only managing to stick to her side under her tight under her skirt. Slowly, yet carefully, she reached out a hand to touch the animal, feeling how she made contact with it. Her first time touching a horse.

But this strangely magical moments was interrupted by a groan, orat least that was what Luna heard. She wondered why didn't he used normal speech. Maybe he didn't know how to or he wasn't able to. "I'm sure that he can't talk." The ghost said recklessly, staring intently at the man's covered figure. Luna turned her head towards him as well, her ears perking up again, moving all her attention towards the male, who had already hidden his features under his hood. The horse beside her had been shoved to another corner of the woman's mind by then.

"What happened to you?" Luna said, pointing towards the man's face with her fingers slightly curved downwards, trying to appear the less rude that she could. Her dark fingers moved slowly forward, aiming for the hoom. Her movements were hesitant, silently asking for his permission to touch him.

Daemon Argyris · 06-17-2011, 07:48 PM

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Nuuu not the eeaars D:

Daemon watched as Vivica studied the hand offered to her, and then snorted and bumped it lightly with her nose before turning away, more interested in the man she knew than the woman she didn't. She tugged his cloak down again with deft movements of her lips, and Daemon flailed his hands about his head irritably, angry chattering sounds coming from his throat--an imitation of a squirrel he'd once heard, perfected over the months whenever it had been useful. It didn't do its job now, as Viv deftly avoided his hands and batted at them with the sides of her head, seemingly playful. Daemon stopped, huffing, and turned away from her, crossing his arms over his chest as though he would sulk. Vivica folded her legs beneath her and lay down behind him, resting her large head on top of his and nearly making him crumple under the weight.

He was distracted from her loveable antics by the wolfess beside him and her question. He looked over to her, blinking uncertainly. He didn't know what she meant--and then he felt the bare skin on his face again and shifted uncomfortably, turning away. That wasn't a story he shared with everyone; he barely shared it at all, now. Nonetheless, he didn't want it spreading around outside of his pack, and he could smell that she, at the very least, carried no scent of Cercatori D'Arte. His packmates had managed to guess, for the most part, and Fion had confirmed for them; he didn't doubt that she had come to her own conclusion, but he would confirm nothing for her.

Daemon turned his face away from her, his own kind of refusal to answer the question, and reached up to pet Vivica's neck gently--what could be seen, from beneath the cloak, anyway. He brushed his fingers along her neck, finding an old brand that had scarred over and knotted and tracing it gently. Viv snorted at him, lifting her head and tossing it dismissively. She rose after another moment and trotted away to the stream, leaving them to their own devices. Daemon turned to look at the wolf beside him, and then turned away, digging in the bag on his opposite side before coming out with cloth and leather, as well as beads and feathers, thread, needles, and a few of the things he'd already made with such materials, completely emptying the bag between them and organizing the materials in some obscure order only he really understood. Finally, he pulled out a small sign, something Fion had come up with, and set it propped up in his lap, plain brown wood that said simply, Trading; Selling; Buying. It was as good a way as any to get her to move off the subject of his scars.

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Luna Sabino · 06-20-2011, 12:27 AM

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679 words/ I wonder what does your ears taste like *licks her lips* ^^

The feeling of the horse's coat was just as she expected. Smooth, yet the hairs felt stiff. The creature lingered there for a few more seconds before turning away, though, the earthen colored female remained in the same position, staring at the animal. She could see several unnatural marks across its body. She looked from the horse to the other wolf's drawing and back to the horse. The marks matched. So this was the reason of scarring the motionless picture. It and the horse that Luna had caressed moments ago were one and the same. Now the scarring made sense.

Luna stared at the male as he was being mocked by the equine. The mare bit his cloak and nibbled it, as if it was food. The wolf waved his hands over his head, trying to hush her, but his actions only resulted on the mare turning even more playful. Finally, he seemed to give up, because he turned away from her, clearly annoyed. The green eyed female smiled at this scene, a look of sympathy appearing in her eyes. The struggle between both creatures came to an end when the horse rested her head over her master's, in a position that resulted almost comical. In fact, the wolfess had to look away in order to hold the giggle that tried to leave her mouth.

The Loner's question seemed to make the other unconfortable, because, instead of answering, he turned away. Luna's face denoted confusion. She doubted that patting him in the shoulder in order to catch his attention would be a good idea since he had rejected her recent attempts to do so. Instead, she leaned forward, supporting her weight in one arm while placing the other under her chest. "I understand." She said. She would have to come to her own conclusion, which was easy due to experience that she had as a healer. But she left the topic aside by now. If her partner was reluctant to speak (or grunt) about it, then she would respect that, so she shrugged her shoulders, and left the issue behind.

She remained in silence as the mare stood up and left towards the stream after recieving a caress from her master. Luna followed her with her eyes until she could no longer see her. With a sigh, she returned her gaze to the stranger, who was looking for something inside a bag. The woman tilted her head and let out a low 'what?' before reading the sign that the man had displayed in front of her. So, he wants to trade? Or perhaps he is only trying to distract me from his private issues...or maybe both. The self proclaimed healer turned around to look for something in her own statchel. She would trade, of course, but she had a hard time finding something that he may like. After all, he was a stranger to her. As she rustled the statchel's contents, her hand came across the bottle containing the lavender tonic. This gave her an idea.

She took the bottle out, showing it to the wolf, and then she took a piece of cloth, holding both between them. "This is a lavender tonic." She said, describing her product. "It has a relaxing smell, look." Her hand removed the cork off the bottle with certain difficulty, but in the end managed to do so. The scent surrounded them within seconds, and Luna felt inmediately relaxed. But perhaps this was because she enjoyed these kind of smells. She poured some of the liquid in the piece of cloth, left the bottle in the ground and handed the cloth to the other wolf. "It is also good for the skin." She said, touching her own skin with her free hand, and then she made a gesture as if she was washing her cheeks with an invisible cloth. "Try it." She added. Her gestures came out as a reflection of her excitement among with the friendly smile displayed in her lips. However, she felt as if they would be useful somehow.

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