Of music and dancing.
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442 words/ Sorry for taking too much time on writing this D: but here it is! Backdated to June 5th. Arachnea's Revenge. Noon, i suppose?




The wind blew between the tree branches, producing a characteristic hiss that usually provoqued a feeling of uneasyness in many people. Several birds sat across the trees, either looking for food, hiding from a possible predator, or just resting, but all of them sang. Their music was something beautiful, a sound that caressed the dark brown ears from the wolfess who walked through the forest, all of her limbs touching the ground as she walked in her Lupus form. Her figure went through the mass of trees lightly, as if she was part of everything. That was, of course, when the heavy statchel that lied on her back didn't move out of place.

Passing some trees she found a small clearing, and that gave her an idea. Right on her spot she threw her stuff aside, proceeding to shift into her most visited form. She felt how her muscles and her bones twisted and changed of size, but focused on the forest's music instead. This relaxed her body, which somehow quickened the shifting process a bit. When she was done, she changed the location of her statchel, placing it under a random pine, and walking towards the clearing, not even bothering to put her skirt on. With every step she moved closer to the center of the clearing; and when she reached it, she closed her eyes, letting the memories invade her. A sweet music played in her mind and she began to dance. Her movements were smooth, and her hips moved according to the music played in her imagination. She moved, jumped, walked and suddenly turned, moving her hips in a circle and swaying her arms in perfect harmony.

It didn't pass much time before the chestnut female made a small pause to rest, letting herself fall on the thick layer of plants that grew in the clearing. As she laid there, her hand reched her chest, where her necklace laid. Her companion wasn't there with her. She had said that she felt weak and that she needed to rest, and Luna had let her go. She would find her eventually.

The woman considered the possibility of fetching her journal to read for a while. But she discarded it, deciding to lay on the soft floor for a bit longer. She twisted her body a bit, finding a confortable position by laying on her back and closing her eyes, listening to the murmur of the wind and the singing of the birds. Whether there was somebody else seeing her or not was something oblivious to her, as well as to the presence of anything -or anybody- that got close to her.


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WC:567+
Had abit of a muse crash for awhile, but it be back now @_@

What to do? The simple question had occupied his mind as he wondered around under the sun, with no set destination and no purpose. He’d considered returning to the howling caves, but what was there waiting for him there? A bunch of nobody’s he cared little about, responsibilities and the male he loved but was being ignored by. No, there’s nothing to return to….


Yet, although there was nothing and nobody waiting for his return, he knew that eventually he would find his way back to the dark caves; if only to fulfil his duty as one of Anathema’s warriors. “Humph!” he huffed at the thought, “Duty, man, when did is start to give a flying …” the words into silence, for he already knew the answer. Although he may not be the most liked wolf that walked the dark caves, he loved Anathema and he would only leave when death took him.


Where he was, he wasn’t entirely sure; long ago had he stopped trying to keep track of his location; he was directionally challenged and has come to terms with his inability to locate places and had become accustomed to turning up at random locations when he’d meant to be somewhere in the totally opposite direction. Still, the place was pretty enough; lots of trees with a soft wind blowing between them, giving the forest a fresh airy feel to it.


Stepping forward, his foot connected to a fallen branch, snapping the wood beneath a large paw. As the sound shattered the silence that had begun to surround him, a group of black birds; crows possibly, shot up into the air, fleeing from what their instincts told them was a threat. At the sound of the other birds startled getaway, the white bird upon his should awoke, it’s beady read eyes glared up to where the birds were, the Dasa got the feeling the albino despised others of his kind; no doubt the bird had a superiority complex considering how the pest behaved.


Reaching up to his shoulder, he softly ran a finger over the birds chest in a reassuring manner, “Just cause you’re used to big, scary wolves don’t mean all the other birds of the world are” he teased the albino crow. In response, the bird dugs it’s nails into his shoulder slightly, causing the Dasa to chuckle. “Yeah yeah, you sulk all you want you insufferable pest” his tonne of voice contradicted the words; Beyaz, it seemed was the only one who stayed loyal to him. And that’s only cause I feed the git…


With another gust of wind, he noted something new; now it carried the scent of another. Considering his vast amount of free time, the Dasa quickly followed the scent; relying more upon scent than sight. Before long, he had found the source; a lone female. Straight away his eyes scanned the other for any weapons she carried and begun to take wild guesses at the other’s weaknesses and strengths; such was a habit that had been trained into him until he did it by reflex.


Once he had reassured himself that the other posed no real threat to him, he cocked his head to the side and allowed a ghost of a smile to reach his lips; the expression looking more like a smirk than what he’d intended. “Well hello there” he finally called out to the other.

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445 words/ Don't worry, i had forgotten about this thread as well Wink



How much time had Luna spent laying in the clearing? Minutes? Hours? When she opened her eyes she realized that no more than a few minutes had passed. But she didn't relied on her own guesses. She wasn't very good keeping track of time when she daydreamed. She had been thinking of her mother, of how old must her half-siblings be. The last time that she had seen them they couldn't even pronounce a word properly, let alone adventure outside the house. In fact, she missed them. But her decision had been clear, and she was not about to go back. At least not soon. Luna opened her eyes, letting all her previous thought slip away and filling her mind with the sensations that surrounded her body. The fresh air, the tickling folliage...and an unknown smell, that of a stranger wolf. The smell was quite strong, which meant that whoever was there, was quite close.

The female tried to ignore it. Right now, all she wanted to do was to lay there. Besides, she doubted that the stranger would take an interest on her. Right now, she was just a common wolf with nothing special that would call anybody's attention. But the steps got louder and the smell more intense. So the female decided to brush off all that lazyness that mushed her against the ground and straightened, her field of sight blurrying for a few seconds before clearing. Passed the dizzyness she began to fold her legs under her body in order to stand up.

The figure that she expected to see soon appeared a few seconds after Luna had straightened completely. The wolf before her stood not very far from her, in the border of the clearing. He was tall and well formed, but what most called her attention was the white bird standing on his shoulder. The female stared at it, wondering about why was a raven pure white. In her life had she ever seen such a specimen but in books. 'Albino', that was how these light-colored animals were called.

She was so focused on the strange specimen of raven that her brain took some time to realize that she was being adressed by the dark-colored male. Her gaze then moved to his features, shifting her weight from one feet to another and linking her hands behind her back. "Oh, sorry. Hello there." A nod accompained her greeting while she evaluated the male. He didn't seem threatening, so the female relaxed, lowering her ears to a more confortable position, encouraging the male to relax as well. "May I ask who are you?" She asked, quickly introducing herself afterwards. "I'm Luna."


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WC:301+ - Btw, PP with Beyaz is completely fine. He's a miserable, moody bird o.o

A chuckle passed his lips; the pest upon his shoulder often drew attention when others met him for the first time, most having never seen or heard of an ‘albino’ creature before. In the corner of his eye, he saw the bird fidget around and clean his feathers, completely used to having such attention aimed at him. “No need to apologise, he stands out abit, no?” he waved a hand as if to dismiss the matter. When the other relaxed, he followed suit to some degree; regardless of the other, he would never be as foolish as to completely lower his guard around a stranger. Unsurprisingly, the other asked for his name. Over time he’d learned it was a social courtesy to give and ask for another’s name and not some sort of personal inquiry to learn information about him; as much as his paranoid mind told him otherwise. “I’m Alaki, and this pain in the backside is Beyaz”.


After the introductions were through, he paused, not one for conversation and having sought out the other for no particular reason he was unsure on what to do or say next. “Had some time to kill and noticed your scent, so I suppose I kinda ended up here on a whim” he informed the other honestly. “How about you, surely you have a much more exciting tale as to why you’re here than I do?” he asked in an attempt to make conversation. Remembering the other’s curiosity, he let out a low whistle and the white crow took off to the sky. “If you put your arm out, he may land on it. He’s a temperamental git and pretty much does whatever pleases him” his voice held humour, memory of the incidents and drama the white bird had caused flooded his mind.

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Word Count :: 421 :: Lol, silly Luna is silly. Aaanyways, here is my post.


The Loner smiled at the newcomer when he dismissed her apology. Of course, there was no need for her to apologize. It was just a reflex. But he was right. She had never seen an albino animal before out of the books that she liked to read. Or at least, not one which was alive.

Her hands found each other and she began to play with her fingers as she heard the male's introduction. Alaki and Beyaz. The wolf's name reminded her of a plain, dark-grey stone, like those used to sharpen weapons, to the sound that the iron made when it was rubbed against the cold sharpening tool. A whetstone.

The healer wasn't a person who got unconfortable with silences easily, since she usually broke it. But she appreciated silences as well, specially if she was with a person that she enjoyed to be with. However, his was not the case, so she opened her mouth to speak...just to be cut off by the male, who explained his reasons for being there, trying to start a conversation. She couldn't help but chuckle before answering his question. "I had been wandering as well, until i found this clearing." She motioned the place she was stepping in with a gesture of her arm. "I decided to dance here for a while, but in the end i felt too tired and laid down to rest for a while." Also feeling like she was out of words, she kept silence once more, staring at the grey male as he gave an order to his pet to take off. Luna tilted her head at this action, but nodded comrehensively when Alaki told her what to do. She did it, and her eyes opened in surprise as she saw that the crow indeed flew towards her and landed in her arm, flapping its wings once more when he felt the insecurity of its living perch. Luna flinched a bit at the new feeling of the bird's claws squeezing her flesh, but soon she got used to it and stared at the animal instead. Its red, smart eyes looked back at her, scruiting the new being. Lune felt the impulse to stretch her hand to touch the bird's snow-white feathers. "beyaz..." She said, trying to gather some courage to touch the animal, her hand now reaching for it.

But before even touching the albino, she looked back at its owner with a playful grin in her lips. "Alaki." She said, calling his attention. "Do you dance?"

Luna lives "Luna says" Luna thinks "Ghost says"


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