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Soran Aatte · 07-06-2011, 06:27 PM

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Private for Lucia Smile

Set on the 8th if that's alright? Sorry I'm having timeline issues lol.

pushitinIt was early afternoon, the sun was overhead, beating down upon the ground, creating dancing light patterns between the branches of the tall pines. The soft ground was littered with a thick dusting of pine needles, ideal for making no sound if you were to be hunting. But Soran was not hunting, she was lost deep in thought. The tall shifter was perched on a low flat rock, her long legs crossed one over the other. She absent-mindedly gazed into the stream by her knees, her bright green eyes focused on the shifting flow of the water, watching the light sparkle as the water meandered over rocks. It seemed to be in no hurry, and neither was the dark maned lady, her hands played idlely with a lock of her hair, curling it around and around her fingers.
pushitinThis was a time to think, there was much to mull over sat on this rock, she had only just left Anathema, really she had not gone far, but it was enough for her to feel away from Naniko so she could think on what she had seen and heard. Their ways seemed so strange, but still beneath it all it was still the same Nani, still her little Nani, the fae who had given her four beautiful grandchildren. She missed them all, she had already met Haven again, who came with the shock of great-grandchildren, but the others, still missing. Oh how she wished that Nani had known where they were, it didn't seem as if Naniko knew very much about what was going on with her children, such a shame, Soran was hoping that Nani and Conri would be better parents than the obsidian fae had herself been. Now it seemed as though her idea of coming home to a happy family, all of her hopes, had been dashed. But all was not lost, no, it couldn't all be lost. There must be a way to get them all together, she could just imagine laying by a campfire, all of them around her, her family.
pushitinThe very thought of this brought a tear to her emerald eye, she wiped it away fiercly and stared, with renewed concentration, into the stream again. Yes, there must be a way.

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Lucia Cabriel · 07-07-2011, 07:59 AM

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Smile Nice post!

Another agonisingly sunny day… Lucia had stuck around this area for a while now, drinking when the mood took her, and just wandering through her thoughts the rest of the time. Her ebony fur shimmered in the dancing sunlight, though her malachite orbs remained narrowed and cold. Despite the beautiful weather, this female was not in the best of moods… though, in all honesty, she rarely was anymore.

As her feet crushed the pine needles with each step, Lucia’s gaze darted from object to object. She was unsettled, unfocused. There was something on her mind. Every tree seemed to glare down at her; every whistle of the light breeze seemed to taunt her. It was as though all of Mother Nature had teamed up against her, and though Lucia was used to the feeling of being an outcast, this seemed a little unfair in her paranoid mind.

Wandering aimlessly had its charms. She would often come across places that nobody would stumble through for days at a time. The solitude was perfect for this damaged soul, for she did not do well in the company of others – often spiteful or angered, even if they had given her little reason to react that way. It was a side-effect, a product of a fractured mind, the seed of self-destruction. She pushed away kindness, disowned loyalty, and disregarded respect. The once friendly, helpful, caring female had been replaced, stolen by the pain in her life. The heartache, the destruction, the chaos. It had eaten her alive, and now, now she was blind to it. She recalled little of how she used to be, and in her mind, this was always how she had been… and in some macabre sense of thinking, she loved it.

It was whilst lost in her thoughts that Lucia stumbled onto somebody else’s quiet place. It almost seemed ironic. Watching another dark-furred female in the distance, Lucia could see herself in this female’s actions. She sat there silently, eyes travelling over her surroundings, lost in thought. Lucia would do the same if she was alone. But now, as per usual, something had intervened. She was not alone, and neither was her dark pelted, green-eyed companion.

Walking softly, almost trying to slip past the female unnoticed, Lucia thought she had got away with it. But her mind whispered the thought too soon. A loud crack ripped through the silence, it appeared that she had trodden on an unusually large pine needle. That or something amongst the trees had made the noise in her general direction. Oh, how Lucia hated feeling like it was all against her. The frustration was unbearable.

Grimacing, her lips curled around her pearly whites, Lucia turned her head back toward the stranger. It was not apparent if she had been noticed yet, but Lucia remained still nonetheless. Maybe she would blend into the shadows; maybe she would not be seen… the chances of that, however, were minimal. Nothing was ever on her side. Why would today be any different?

Soran Aatte · 07-07-2011, 09:23 AM

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Thank you

I liked your post too.

pushitinSmall fish were playing in the stream, their scales glinting as they caught the sunlight, they didn't seem to be going anywhere, just swimming mindlessly up and down, round and round they went, a little family of small fish. Had Soran been in any mood she would have dipped her fingers in the cool water, let it splash around her hands, perhaps she would have wiggled her dark fingertips at the fish family. No doubt they would have scattered every which way in panic, but then again they might have stayed, danced with the obsidian intruders in their little aquatic word. But she was not in the mood for it at all, they did not want to be disturbed, and neither did she. Once upon a time she would have leapt right into the stream, laughing and bouncing around, enjoying the day, relishing in the contrast between the warmness of the sun and the chill of the slow paced stream. But that was no longer Soran, perhaps it was, somewhere deep down, but alas it was not, at least for the time being.
pushitinShe supposed that it would sadden her if her mind was not the whirlwind cloud of confusion it had been before she had come back here, come home, or so she had supposed. For so long she had dreamed of coming back here, finding her family, her blood, explaining how she had missed them so, how she was sorry for what she had done, for leaving them and going her own way. Losing herself in the wilderness to the far North had been the only thing she could concieve doing, the obsidian fae had considered coming back many times, simply saying that she had been on holiday perhaps, had just gone for a walk and lost track of time. But then she had met Dayna and the world had changed, the cream coloured lady had been a lover to her, for a brief time they had been happy. But happiness is finite; eventually Dayna had tired of Soran, tired of the coolness between the pair, the lack of affection; it was not that Soran did not want to be affectionate, she just could not find the energy any longer to be anything other than maudlin.
pushitinBut now she was home, that was meant to have fixed everything, she was meant to have walked into a happy family. Conri had had his troubles, but he should have learnt that he was not his father by now, he should have become a happy creature again, looking after his pups and grandpups. Alas that was not the way, everything was different than she had planned, than she had hoped. Perhaps it was not all bad though, it was darkest before the dawn after all, perhaps everything would turn out fine, some how Soran doubted it, but she could hope.
pushitinA sudden loud crack broke the dark lady's reverie, her pierced left ear swivelled slowly to the sound, followed by the rest of her head. Green eyes fell upon a strange sight, for a moment it was like looking into a mirror, before her stood a fae as jet black as herself, with green eyes. If she had been a few years younger it could have indeed been her. Especially the pained look upon her face at being discovered, Soran understood how it was good to be alone sometimes, in fact she had been quite enjoying her own solitude. But alas, the day seemed to be refusing the dark pair this as well as presenting them with their own sets of problems. Well, perhaps they could help one another.
"Hello there, how does the day find you?" Soran called out, hoping that perhaps although this other female looked glum, she might have happy stories hidden behind her sad eyes.

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Lucia Cabriel · 07-14-2011, 06:49 PM

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Creepy, weird post... It's a longish one, my apologies for the rambles. Smile

In the seconds that came before a reaction, Lucia’s mind raced. Thoughts of turning and fleeing came and went. Thoughts of going on the attack made her obsidian lips twitch. There was a definite bloodlust in the ebony wolf, for it had been a week since her last proper hunt. The female had scavenged her last few meals, even going as far as to make things out of berries and the occasional mushroom. Though the mushrooms had served well for her mental state, they did little for her hunger. The taste of blood was highly missed, but it would not happen today either. Lucia was in no mood to pick a fight, though it could not be helped if the world picked a fight with her.

Watching the almost familiar face turn to look at her, Lucia stood silently. She was statuesque, deathly quiet. All that could be heard was the nature around them. The river flowed, the trees whistled in the breeze, and the birds sang their happy songs. Lucia envied them, hated them even. Why could they all sing away happily? Why was their life any more perfect than hers… with their chirpy attitudes and their big round eyes sparkling in the sunlight…? She was as green as the summer grass. She was bitter.

Despite all her wild thoughts and wandering mind, Lucia still caught the words of the reflective female. It was strange how alike they appeared, both scarred on the face, and dark furred. Lucia had not met many with such similar appearance, perhaps this was even the first time. It amused her if anything, though very little did stir more than that in her emotions nowadays.

Sighing quietly, Lucia walked a few paces closer to the older woman. Gaze fixated, feet hit the ground in unison, the occasional crunch or snap of shrubbery and twigs breaking the air. When happy with her positioning, not too close nor too far, Lucia stood with an almost macabre look spread across her face. Perhaps it was the socialising, or the weather, or a hundred other things Lucia could pretend was wrong. The real reason, however, was not quite as environmental. It was mental. It was the thoughts that plagued her mind, like little mice running through a maze of corridors. Each room was dark, dusty, covered in cobwebs. Some doors bolted tightly shut, loud screams echoing behind them, some hanging off their hinges and creaking with any slight breeze, and some wide open, or even without a door. This was Lucia’s mind; this was where her thoughts roamed. This was the reason for that twisted expression, and the current thoughts that had possessed this ebony female’s warped little mind were quite unusual.

She could see herself in the woman before her. She could see similarities that could come with age. The scars seemed the most likely. But it was not just how they looked that played in her head. It was strange, poisonous thoughts; things she had only begun thinking since she lost her heart when she was abandoned. Her mind was not entirely her own. She could picture her tearing open the stranger’s chest, ripping out her heart, and doing the same to her own chest… switching them, changing their lives through blood and soul. It was like a mental imagery of how Lucia felt the world owed her, how she wanted to be someone else. She didn’t want to feel the pains in her chest anymore, the cancerous burden that were emotions. She wanted to be free of all that chaos, all that agony. So she daydreamed, imagined how she would change things, how she could get what she wanted. It never happened, and it never would. But she could pretend. And she would do just that.

“The day is disgusting,” the words rolled off her pinkish tongue with such venom that it seemed like acid would replace her saliva. “It’s bright and perky, and just…” She paused and made a sound which could only be described as disgust. Moving a slender arm from her side, Lucia pulled out a cigarette from the leather pouch attached to her belt. Lighting it, she inhaled the smoke deeply and thankfully. She loved her vices, they helped her survive. “Anyway,” she continued, smoke wafting from her nostrils like she was a demented bat out of hell, “Enough of all that, who are you? What are you doing here?”

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Soran Aatte · 07-17-2011, 03:22 PM

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Thank you so much for the tables, I'm very touched that you made them for me, have been making little squee's of excitement since I saw them <3 And don't worry about the post, I liked it, it was a good ramble Smile Sorry for my ramble, it's quite wander-y subject wise XD

The ebony lady was watching the youger fae with interest, she was such a mirror image of herself it was bizarre; in another time, another place she would have commented on the strangeness of it, she would have pointed it out to the stranger, perhaps chuckled at it, shown the other female the amusingness of it all, but this not the time for amusement, she did not feel that she could muster a chuckle, there were too many thoughts tumbling around in her head. The sable lady had been so hoping for a better outcome than what had happened, she had so hoped that she would come home to her children and grandchildren, manouvered herself back into a high place in their hearts, surrounded herself with them, taught them things, told them of her adventures, what she had been doing, but that was not going to happen now, not now her family had scattered to the four corners of the land. She did not even know where her own children were, they had disappeared without even a trace, her red son had committed atrocities that she could not even imagine; no, that was not true, she could imagine them all too well, she had been raped herself, savagely, left beaten and broken, she had had to sew her left ear back on herself, she had had to reset her dislocated fingers. Conri had witnessed this, and the red boy had betrayed her, and his mate, by committing the same crime against the pale girl he was supposed to have loved.

As for Khaden and Dhalia; the black boy who was so like her and his red twin, who had far too much of her father's unhinged behaviour, his twisted beliefs, they had left the lands it seemed, gone without any whisper, any hint of where they had gone. The ebony fae was close to listening to the breeze, to see if that held anymore clues, listening to the whistling through the trees would be as useful as any of the information she had gathered so far. This made the dark lady's face twist with bitterness, no-one seemed keen to help her, her grandson had not even told her where Naniko was, he had seemed less than happy to have seen her, where had she gone so wrong. She supposed she knew that as well, she had escaped these lands, turning away from them without so much of a backwards glance, she had had to leave, but she could not explain that to any of her family members who felt so betrayed and abandoned. She had killed her own son, admittedly he was sick, he would have died anyway, but she had killed him simply for looking too much like her and his father combined, she had snapped his neck and left him there beside his dead sibling; admittedly she had been drunk at the time, but that was no excuse. She could tell no one of her actions, if they had almost turned their backs on her now, that would guarentee full exclusion, never seeing her blood again.

Ears twitched as the fae replied, the dark fae nodded slowly in agreement, a small smile touching her dark lips for the briefest of moments, a sudden flash and then it was gone. She could not help but agree, some may argue that no-one could be miserable on a beautiful sun-filled day like today; today Soran would ask how the sun dared shine so bright, when she was feeling so low, when thoughts tumbled through her mind like ships in a storm ravaged sea, when every little idea seemed to prick at her like tiny pins, little jagged memories of Rokus, Conri, Dhalia, Khaden, all of whom the dark lady was getting more and more certain that she would never see again.
"I quite agree, it is far too bright and cheery, I would prefer a dark grey sky, perhaps a fine sprinkling of rain here and there"

The fae spoke again and the dark lady was quite taken aback, she was rather abrupt with her questions after all, but then again the dark fae did suppose that she had disturbed her mirror image's silent contemplation, as she had hers, not that the dark lady was particularly annoyed by this, perhaps there was still some chance, some gem of a happiness that the pair could cling onto, brighten their days, forget what it was that was bothering them. The younger girl lit a cigarette, Soran found herself longing for one, a vice that she had picked up after leaving the lands, she had not continued it here, but for a moment the idea of a vice seemed rather comforting.
"I am Soran, Soran Aatte, I'm here because I left Anathema earlier, I am not a member of the pack, I was visiting my daughter. I had much to think about, so I was thinking. And who, may I ask, are you?" The slender lady turned to face the younger fae properly now, resting her dark feet upon the pine needle strewn floor, she hoped her answers were satisfactory, she wanted to know more about this dark lady, she was curious to know what was troubling her. Perhaps they could counsel one another through there troubles.

Lucia Cabriel · 07-18-2011, 08:28 AM

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I don't like how this post turned out, but my muse is being a pest today. Sorry if it's sucky!

The interest on the older woman’s face matched her own. They seemed to mirror everything, even that thoughtful look that had cast a shadow over Lucia’s companion. She seemed lost in some distant place, and Lucia knew exactly how that felt. She often revisited her past, whether she wanted to or not was a different matter. Her mind did what it wanted nowadays, and for the most part Lucia had no problem with that. It made things simpler in her eyes, though it did mean the occasional holiday into those locked rooms that held things she just didn’t want to deal with anymore.

Most of the time she would travel back to the death of her mother, or the revenge she sought on her father. His death always brought her great pleasure. She never got tired of that one. It was the other male in her life that brought the sorrow into her heart. That sandy furred coyote with the toned muscles and soft eyes, he haunted her dreams. She would recall how they first met on the beach, their conversation awkward and shy. She could taste the ocean on her tongue; she could still feel his hands on her flesh. That was one of the most beautiful nights she had ever experienced, but it never lasted. Like everything beautiful, it was deadly. After a whirlwind romance that consisted of Lucia joining Inferni as an outsider, having to put up with being a wolf in a coyote’s world, she was abandoned by her prince charming. He took off without a word, leaving Lucia at the mercy of Inferni, leaving her to deal with the consequences. It hadn’t gone exactly to plan, driving the ebony woman crazy with heartache and anger. She had left without a sound, disappeared into the night. She hadn’t decided where she was going, or what she would do, but she couldn’t stay.

Lucia had travelled for a few months after that. She couldn’t remember every location or every detail, only that she had slept rough almost every night and that men tried to lure her into staying with them for sex. She remembered how they had sneered at her when she refused; she remembered how they tried to pressure her. It was no wonder she was like this now. After being abandoned by Snake, feeling used, she was continuing the trend it seemed. Men came and went through her life, failing to get anything out of her except anger and spitefulness. She became bitter, angry. She became withdrawn. It was only when she came across a strange looking female, a gypsy of sorts, that Lucia had found herself in the direction of Nova Scotia again. The woman had told her stories of how things had changed in the land, how the packs had folded and rebuilt, how it all seemed so different since she was last there. This had brought Lucia back, she had to see. Part of her just wanted to see if Snake had returned, but that only brought disappointment. It appeared he was long gone, and so Lucia had to rebuild herself. She returned to Nova Scotia as quietly as she left, bumping into the odd soul here and there, but keeping her head down. Now she was here, talking to this woman. It was strange how everything seemed to work out in the end.

A smile caught Lucia’s attention. It dragged her back from her thoughts, allowing her chance to hear what the older woman had to say. It seemed that she agreed with Lucia, something which the obsidian furred woman found very odd indeed. They seemed to have many similarities inside, and out. It was peculiar, and it made her curiosity grow so much more.

“I know exactly what you mean,” Lucia said quietly, her tone void of all emotion, “rain is a luxury these days it seems… and if you’re anything like me, luxury doesn’t come into the cards very often…”
Having another drag on her cigarette, Lucia noticed how much it had burnt down during her little mental trip through her past. She frowned slightly, but finished it off regardless. Flicking the butt to her side, she watched it as the smoke slowly died out. Glancing back toward her aged reflection, Lucia held out the leather pouch. “Cigarette…?”

It seemed better to ask. Normally she wouldn’t even consider giving out her vices, but today seemed different. She wasn’t sure if it was the weather making her act out of character, or simply the strange situation she had found herself in. Giving the stranger her best smile, something that probably resembled a small creature crawling on her face and dying, Lucia waited to see what the woman said, listening to her next set of words with deep concentration. It had been a while since anyone had successfully grabbed her attention.

“Soran…” She paused, trying to think if she had ever come across this woman before without realising it. After a few seconds, she decided she hadn’t. She spoke again, this time answering the female’s questions and wondering where things would take them next.

“I’m Lucia Cabriel” She smiled as best she could; she never was any good at the positive emotions. She was such a failure. “Used to be part of Inferni for a little while… only an Outsider, but still… I’ve been travelling for a long time now. Only just returned home…” The word ‘home’ was used loosely. In her mind she didn’t have a home, just places she travelled night after night. If anything, the Dampwoods was the closest thing to home. What about her companion? Did she have a home? Lucia was curious to know. “What about you? Where do you call home?”

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Soran Aatte · 07-22-2011, 06:27 PM

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Sorry about the wait on this m'dear, I went out on Tuesday night for a friend's birthday and although I get amazing plot ideas when I've had a drink, I try not to write as I make Soran do things she'll regret, usually jumbled in with garbled typos and the like XD And then after that my muse has just been in nosedive mode, I've been managing to get a post up and then inspiration has just died Sad I liked your post though. Apologies for the rambling here, didn't realise how long the post was, don't feel you have the match the length, think I may have rambled too much XD

When this dark other spoke about luxuries being rare the ebony lady knew exactly what she meant, she herself was not one for luck, no matter how she wished and hoped, luck was never on her side; something which was being proved time and time again by her failure to find her children, the lack of affection from her grandchildren. It was true that the dark female probably deserved all of this, but if she had had even the slightest shred of luck, she would have found them, or they would have at least seemed pleased to see her; it seemed that her past actions had done irreparable damage to her Karma, she had not believed in it before, but the more she thought about it, the more it seemed to fit, she had committed an awful crime and now she was being punished, others may have not blamed her, after all that she had been through, but still, it was a crime, and it made her heart ache with guilt every time she thought about little Rokus, so innocent; what would have happened if she had let him alone? Would he have gotten better? Would he now be a grown male with his own family? The truth of the matter was that he would have probably died, the sickness his mother had passed onto him through her bloodstream feeding his being far too cruel and incurable in his small body, but anything was possible, and now the dark lady would never know."I agree, luck is never on my side anymore, I don't see how much it is to ask for a gloomy day to suit our moods, just once in a while." The lady said, nodding in agreement at what the other fae had said.

The other fae was quiet for a short while, tendrils of smoke blowing from her diminishing cigarette, and then all of a sudden she moved, flicking the cigarette away, the lady's emerald eyes followed it, watching the tiny pinprick of red light glow for a few moments, before dying away. As her younger mirror image offered her the leather pouch the ebony fae leant forwards, taking a cigarette from it.
"Thank you." The dark lady managed a small smile to the other fae as she held the cigarette between her long obsidian fingers as she searched in her own leather satchel for a box of matches. She had not smoked for quite a while, but she still carried the matches in her satchel, it contained so many things that it was hard to believe that she didn't carry almost anything in it. The obsidian lady had kept them in case she needed to start a fire for cooking or warmth, she hadn't expected hospitality from anyone, although she had hoped for it; so she had packed for sleeping rough and out in the open. Finally her hand closed around the small box, she removed a match, striking it and lighting the cigarette, before shaking her hand violently to make sure the match truley had gone out before she tossed it away, she did not want to be blamed for the loss of yet another set of packlands to fire, and she was fairly sure that the pine needles would make rather effective kindling. Although she had not smoked for a while, she lifted the cigarette to her lips in a well practiced manner, inhaling the toxic smoke, taking it down deep into her lungs, breathing out of her nose, the smoke billowing out of her nostrils, giving her the appearance of an angry dragon, in another time, another place she might have chuckled at this.

But the truth of it was, that in the one small drag on the cigarette she was transported back in time in her mind, thinking of Akiro, he had grown tobacco, and was the reason she had gained a low level habit. They had sat together for hours talking and smoking, sometimes the only light between them being the glowing embers at the tips of their cigarettes. Back when their lives had been good, when they had been almost happy together, but all things do not last, Soran had found herself pregnant, and soon afterwards she had lost their litter of puppies, Akiro had been furious with her, driven mad by grief, he had tried to strangle her. The dark woman wondered momentarily why all the males that she got involved with turned out that way in the end, Hollow had attacked her, and so had Akiro, she had always had much better luck with relationships with females, and they had always ended in tragedy as well. Thinking of Akiro made the tip of the lady's tail twitch in annoyance, just for a moment. But she calmed herself, remembering that she was in company and couldn't allow her anger to boil over in her again. She took another drag of the cigarette, savouring it, listening to what the her younger doppleganger had to say, her ears twitching as she listened to the other say her name, almost as if she was testing the sound of it, making sure her mouth had not made those sounds before, checking for recognition.

Then she introduced herself, Lucia, it was a nice name, it suited her, she was a pretty fae, despite her sullen disposition. As the fae continued speaking Soran made a small noise of disgust. Inferni, oh yes she knew of them, she was perhaps one of the few wolves that remembered how they had driven her pack out of their homeland, forcing her away from her old home, her bedroom, her library and far more importantly the graves of her loved ones. She had never been able to forgive them for that, truth be told she had never picked a fight with any of them, she simply avoided them and she would of course judge each individual on their own merits, as many wolves were not their packs. But she did not trust them, they had been hungry for land and power and made her and her loved ones effectively homeless in the process, she had had to protect many loved ones from them, she remembered the fighting, the vicious brutal battles, in the end the coyotes had won out. It was still a sore subject for the obsidian loner. No wonder this fae was so miserbale if she had been living with them, she could not imagine that they would treat a wolf particularly well, not if they were willing to attack a neighbouring pack, she could not imagine living on their packlands. The lady shook the annoyance from herself again, listening as Lucia asked her a question. Where did she call home? The truth be told the dark fae did not know, she had been travelling for so long she had quite gotten used to it, although she longed to settle she did not know where, choosing any pack would be like choosing sides in the quarrels between her segregated family. She was considering finding a neutral pack, somewhere nearby to all of her loved ones, until then though she was contented with remaining a loner.
"I apologise for that small outburst of a noise, I am not keen on the Inferni, there was a battle... back in the old lands, they drove my pack from their home, I have never quite forgiven them for it. Although I would not of course blame an individual for anything that happened, it's just... something that has been hard to forget." The lady explained, before pausing, musing over what to say next, wondering what the best way to reply to the question that had been posed to her. She did not know where to say her home was.
"To be honest I have been travelling for a long time as well, I stayed in the old lands for some time, do you remember them or are you too young? They were my home for many years, just a charred shell of their former selves now though, a bit like me I suppose." The ebony fae replied, managing a small bitter laugh as she added the final piece to her sentence, "I suppose this is the closest to home now for me, as I said I have family in the lands, but they are so scattered and divided that by choosing one pack to live in I'm bound to upset at least one of them." The ebony fae replied, looking the younger female over, before taking another drag of her cigarette. It was then a sudden question came to her mind, she decided that it would be best to ask, rather than let the conversation fizzle out into nothingness.
"Where are you living now? Also how did you come to live in Inferni? I have never known them take a non-coyote into their ranks, if that's not too personal a question?" The ebony fae asked, suddenly worried that perhaps she had asked too much, probed too deeply, but there was no way to force the words back into her throat now.

Lucia Cabriel · 08-11-2011, 04:05 PM

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Sorry about the looooong wait! Pain in the ass writers block and a few issues needed resolving in reality! So so sorry! Sad

Lucia was momentarily alarmed at the noise that escaped her companion. Tilting her head slightly, curiosity shone from her emerald eyes. It didn’t take long for her silent questions to be answered. Giving Soran something that resembled the cold, empty shell of a smile, the coal-furred female spoke. Her voice was softer than before, as though trying to hush away the subject and the faces that haunted her every waking minute.

“You have no reason to apologise. I know very well what Inferni are capable of. I have seen some of their methods first hand.” She paused, flashbacks flooding her mind momentarily. It took great strength to fight them off, but it seemed easier with someone who understood her nearby. “I passed the old lands on my way here,” Lucia admitted, feeling slightly belittled at the fact her companion had commented on her age. Whether it was pride or blindness, Lucia felt wise beyond her years. She now wondered whether this female thought otherwise.

Watching as Solan enjoyed the bittersweet cigarette, she wondered if she too should indulge once again. However she soon decided against it, not wanting to seem addicted – even if deep down, she knew she was. “I’m assuming by what you have said that your family have some deep wounds? Unresolved issues…? Something of that nature…?” Lucia didn’t mean to pry, but with nothing more than herself and her mind to keep her company, she was curious how families worked. Her mother had been killed by her father, and her father had been killed by Lucia herself. It was all very complicated really. Lucia had nobody anymore, not a soul. Yes, the occasional socialisation of anyone who stumbled across her was nice, but she had always wanted something more… and yet, when she had that something, it had slipped right out of her grasp.

It wasn’t until Soran’s questions caught her ears that Lucia’s posture shifted. She laughed, loudly. “Where am I living now…” she repeated, still chuckling to herself… “Well, my dear… I live here.” She stretched out her arms and pointed to the woods around her. “Welcome to my little slice of paradise…” Sarcasm thickly on her tone, she was definitely bitter about something. “The reason I live here…” Her tone shifted, it went cold and angry. His face appeared in her mind again. She wanted to gouge her own eyes out, just for one moment of peace. He had to keep on haunting her, always ruining her day. “Let’s put it this way… I fell in love with a coyote named Snake. I thought he loved me… I was wrong. So I joined Inferni as an outsider… got treated like crap for him… and what does he do…” She paused, spitting on the ground in disgust. It was more so directed at herself, for the fact she was stupid enough to fall for it. “…He gets up and leaves without a word. That’s gratitude for you, huh? …Bloody coyotes!”

Soran Aatte · 08-23-2011, 09:53 AM

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Sorry for the wait on this, I have been busy IRL too :S WC:1015

The ebony female took another long drag on her cigarette, allowing the smoke to billow from her nose once again as she looked at her younger mirror image. Ears perked up as she listened to her speak, her eyes were slightly narrowed as she listened to her speak of the Inferni, it seemed that this younger female had been through some terrible hardship within the lands it would seem, that did not surprise the older female, she had viewed the coyotes as being cruel and vicious, she remembered the attack too well, too vividly... to her it seemed like it had been only yesterday. She had fought her way from the lands, trying desperately to keep Conri safe, it had been such a troubling time for them all, although it meant that two packs joined together as one and new friendships and alliances were formed, still they were formed in terrible troubling times, the ebony female would never forgive them for that, although she would never judge a single lone coyote by her judgement of Inferni. It saddened the female to think that this green eyed female had suffered at the hands of one of the more cruel packs in the lands. It also saddened her when she spoke of the old lands, they had once been so full of life, so vibrant, filled with joy and excitement, but also terrible sadness, but they had been, for the most part, a wonderful home, and now they were nothing more than a charred blot on the surrounding landscape, filled with death and decay, small scrubby plants were beginning to grow there, but nothing that could truely be called actual life. The female was always saddened when she thought of the loss of her home, it had been the first place where she had ever felt accepted, her pups had been born there, she had fallen in love there and now it was all gone, such a waste due to one simple act.
"I am sorry to hear that you have suffered at their hands, I too cannot deny my dislike of them, they can be so cruel, I am sorry that you know all too well of their cruelty. As for the old lands, I cannot help but be saddened every time I think of them, they were once my home, I had many memories that were forged there, and now it is nothing but a blot on the landscape." The female said, a small noise of disgust again leaving her as she thought of the blackened remains of the old lands, the old house, all of it.

Soran nodded slowly as the questions of her family were asked, the pain was still evident and present in her chest as she thought of them, something terrible had happened whilst she had been away. She should never have left them, never have allowed what had happened to happen. She did not know the true extent of what had happened, but the way Naniko spoke of her eldest litter, Soran's own grandchildren, the way they in turn spoke of her, something awful had happened, something that neither could forgive, she had a feeling that it was something to do with Naniko's own actions, but there was nothing she could prove yet, it was all shrouded in secrecy, whatever had happened had created a deep rift. The female did not know what to do, she had not been expecting a warm family reunion when she had arrived, after all she had missed a great deal of their lives, but she had not been expecting the icy welcome, it could not have all been because she had abandonded them, no, surely not.
"I do not know what has happened between my family since I have left. I had to leave you see... there was some... unpleasantness, but I have returned and things seem worse than ever before. Something terrible has happened, I do not know what yet, but I am hoping to find out what has happened. Whatever it may be. It seems that the bad blood runs deep between the branches of my family at the moment." The ebony fae replied, a bitter chuckle escaping her lips, it was true that she hated what had happened, but she still could not help but think of the absurdity of it all, she had been expecting coldness, but all of her own making, this was a bizarre turn of events, had it not been so serious perhaps it would have even been amusing.

There was a lot of bitterness in this younger female it seemed, so she lived here too, well the ebony fae supposed that that made them neighbours, at least for the time being. This was a good thing in her mind, at least there was someone living nearby who would understand her way of thinking, that would know why she was the way she was, at least there was someone here that she could consider an ally if she ever needed one. Lucia explained what had happened with her former lover and Soran understood, she knew the pain of being left all alone, she too had been abandoned by one to whom she had given her heart wholly and without question. She knew the sharp sting of betrayal that came with one breaking your heart. The female nodded slowly, watching the female as she spoke.
"I too know the sting of a broken heart, I know the pain, I cannot believe that he would leave you at the hands of those... coyotes, were you there long?" The female asked, taking another drag on her cigarette, reaching into her satchel and pulling from it a hip flask, she took a deep drink of it's contents, allowing the warming feeling of the alcohol to flow through her body, enjoying the sensation of it's intoxicating effect.
"How long have you been living here then Lucia? I will say it is a fine place to live, is that why you chose it?" She asked, offering the flask to her ebony mirror image.

Lucia Cabriel · 09-27-2011, 11:01 AM

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Sorry for the wait!! Sad Sad Sad

Lucia watched the dark woman. Her eyes traced the smoke from the cigarette, listening to her words. There was sadness in her eyes, and a mixture of emotions in her voice. It wasn’t until she made a slight distasteful noise that Lucia contemplated her response. Lucia hadn’t ever experienced someone apologising for her misfortunes. It had either never been a topic of discussion, or seen as an achievement… something that she should have felt proud for surviving apparently. Lucia couldn’t see it herself. Giving a weak smile, the best she could really manage considering the topic in question, Lucia spoke. Her voice was quiet, undecided. It was hard to fathom that someone felt bad for her. Lucia had always felt alone. “Thank you Soran. I am glad we share a dislike for their kind. I hope one day some kind of justice would be served, but I have no idea what that justice would be… nor if it would ever truly really help me.” She sighed. “It’s a cruel world.”

There was a pause, enough time for Lucia’s companion to continue their conversation. Topics had turned to her family, and questions had been answered. Lucia took in the answers she received, and couldn’t help but feel slight sorrow for the older woman. It appeared she too had been through a lot. Lucia couldn’t help but wonder if there was anything she could do. “Is there anything I could do?” She asked, finally speaking her thoughts aloud. “Maybe I could help you find out what has happened, why there is a disturbance in your family? That is,” she paused, dropping her gaze slightly, “if you need the help.”

It wasn’t long for Snake to creep back into the cracks of conversation. It wasn’t perhaps directly, but any mention of Inferni brought his face to mind. She hated it. Association was a pain. “I was there for a while.” She paused, trying to remember an exact time frame, “It was definitely over half a year. I forget the rest.” She paused, watching as Soran offered her the flask. Taking it gratefully, Lucia had a small sip. The liquid trickled down her throat, nestled into her warmly. It always gave her a slight boost whenever alcohol was involved, but she didn’t want to be rude. Holding it out to return it, a smile came to her lips. “Thank you for that, it was most rewarding. Alcohol is a small blessing to say the least.” She paused, savouring the lingering taste on her tongue. “As for why I chose to live here… It’s got all the resources I need and a lot of the annoying types stay away. I get the privacy I desire. It’s a win-win situation.” She smiled once more. “What about you?”

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Soran Aatte · 10-08-2011, 05:19 PM

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No worries hun, sometimes real life gets in the way, I'm sorry that it's taken me a while to reply here too Smile

The sable female could not help but be intrigued by her younger mirror image, the lithe girl seemed to be a younger version of the sable matriarch herself, seeming to understand the way that the female thought, the way that she acted, in another time she could have passed for Soran herself, both in looks and in attitude. The younger girl spoke and Soran watched her as she did so, ears perking to catch the sounds as her eyes fixed on the girl to watch the motions that came with them. She nodded as the girl spoke, managing a slight smile, the female was right, it was indeed a cruel world, filled with injustice and pain, Soran knew this better than most, as it seemed Lucia did as well, they had both suffered at the hands of those who had coyote blood, the elder ebony loner with Hollow and then with Inferni's war on Syemv, Lucia by being betrayed by a male who had left her at the hands of the most renowned pack for being ruthless and cruel. The sable pelted female understood all too well how Lucia must be feeling, a long time ago Soran too had wished for justice on the Inferni coyotes, hoping for something to come along and wipe them out, to punish them for their behaviour, alas it had yet to happen, and if truth be told the ebony female had softened over the years, she was more likely to forgive and to judge individual coyotes as individuals rather than by her view of the coyote pack. At least this green eyed girl seemed to know that not all vengeance would make one feel better themselves, this had been something that Soran had known, that she had had to learn, in the end an attempt of vengeance could be just as damaging for the doer as it was for the receiver, one had to accept that sometimes things reached an impasse, that one had to let things go, she was glad that Lucia still hoped for justice but understood that it might not bring her happiness, it showed that she was at least sensible."Life is indeed hard Lucia, many things are trying in it, no doubt there are larger obstacles to clear, bigger hurdles to overcome, perhaps we shall be more ready this time though. I am glad that you have realised that sometimes finding ones enemies have received what they deserve may not always bring you happiness, sometimes revenge is not as sweet as some make it seem to be." The sable female replied, her tone warmer than it had been, she took another sip from the flask as she listened to the female speak once again.

The offer of help made the ebony loner's mouth break into a smile, she could not deny that she was touched by this younger female's offer of help, to see such an unhappy creature willing to help gave the sable female some hope for the others in these lands. She thought on Naniko again, unable to bear the idea of something being wrong with her but not knowing what it was, she had said that she was going to raise better pups this time... Why? What had happened with her eldest litter to cause such a problem? She doubted that it was a fault with them, surely Haven would have revealed something had it been any of her four grandchildren that had been to blame, there was something wrong with the sable grandmother's pale daughter and she was going to have to find out what it was.
"Thank you Lucia, the offer is very generous, I am not sure what can be done about it though, Naniko is proud and the leader of Anathema, I worry that the fault is with her, but of course nowadays she keeps her business very closely guarded, I would appreciate any information that you might have about it, but do not go out of your way to find information. Is there anything that I might do for you in return?" The jet pelted matriarch asked the younger girl, her mirror image, her voice earnest, she would like to help this girl in any way that she could, it seemed to Soran that Lucia had not often had kindness extended to her in the past and the older wolf was keen to show her that it did indeed exist. The girl then said that she had lived with the coyotes for half a year at least and Soran's eyes widened, she was rather shocked that the younger girl had managed to last so long in what seemed to be a cutthroat environment, she was slightly impressed with the younger female's resilience. The girl then took the drink that Soran had offered her and explained why she lived in the woods, the sable female nodded, it made sense to her as well, it was a nice private place where one could sit and gather their thoughts, it was simply bad luck that this pair had found one another, or perhaps it was good luck, they were managing to break the monotony of one another's days, even if that was it.
"I see... I am staying here for very similar reasons, I have been a wanderer for a long time and have no real reason to chose a home to settle in yet, this place seemed as good as any to set up camp. It is quiet, it provides solitude and it is relatively comfortable. You are more than welcome for the drink, it is not often that I do so anymore myself, but why not, today is an occasion of sorts after all." The sable female paused, not saying whether today was a good occasion or a bad one, the truth was that it was a bad one, it was an occasion where Soran had no idea what to do next. She took another sip from the flask and handed it back to Lucia.
"How did you stop from going mad with all of those coyotes around you?" The female asked, suddenly intrigued.

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