[P] jagged vacance, thick with ice

Lily Storm Revlis · 23 February 2020, 04:55 PM

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416 I hope this works for ya! I'm definitely still feeling a little rusty on the writing front. :3

The coyote woman had not ventured as far as she had originally intended, but then again Mother Earth always had had a mind of her own and Lily, just as everyone else, was subject to her whims regardless of whatever plans she may have had. There were images in her mind and she’d written notes in her journal - key places to visit, leads to follow, thoughts to explore. And yet she’d remained close to the gang whose territory served as a temporary home for her since the blizzard had forced her hand. It was growing on her – that band of coyotes whom hosted Charmingtown. She wondered if maybe she could find a home amongst them.

But the woman had ulterior motives which kept her eager to venture the surrounding areas.

The ground has frozen over, making travel a little more precarious in places. And yet, the sun was high in the sky and unobstructed by any wisps of clouds. It warmed the fur of her shoulders and face, making it almost possible to forget how truly cold it was, at least until a brisk breeze rippled through the area and forced reality. Lily kept her face turned to the sun, gracious for the warm rays while they lasted and silently wishing for spring to come a little sooner.

Although the leather quiver had been strapped to her back and the bow slung over a shoulder, Lily had found no use for them yet – food was scarce, and she hadn’t yet found any prey. Everything was ice and general disarray from the storm and the earthquake – fallen trees, flooding, mounds of snow. Her expectations hadn’t been set high.

The coyote hybrid came upon a small river, but aside from the scarce birds twitting in the trees overhead, her senses did not pick up on anything of interest. The water was high, spilling beyond the natural banks of the river, encroaching on the land. Lily noticed the slight quickening of her pulse, and the nagging sense of discontent that had settled in her chest. It was a distress that stemmed from her incident years and years ago – one she could hardly remember herself, but that had been pieced together from the words of others. The woman had nearly drowned in flooding like this.

Ears flicked when a new sound came on the breeze, that of distant voices. Lily turned then, searching for an accompanying scent and wondering who was making their way towards her – friend or foe?

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Carya Aston · 27 February 2020, 12:55 PM

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it looks wonderful!! got permission to have knowledge of Nyx and their family taking in Carya. <3

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Aani was gone. She came to that conclusion. She wasn't anywhere to be found, her beautiful brown daughter with pink orbs that lit up a room whenever she walked into it. After much healing, Carya was beginning to venture out again. She was talking to herself again, but that wasn't really anything new. At least not since her daughter disappeared. She didn't even bother to retrieve her daughters horse, let alone her horse either.

Blue orbs sought out anything else she could find, in memory of Aani. Anything or anyone who would remind the grieving mother of her. Aani wasn't dead, she was missing. She had the scents of the male drilled into her skull, and couldn't imagine life without her only living child. She was on a mission to find her. Murmuring to herself, she kept talking to the Gods, her Viking coming out again. Voice was thick with grief. She can't be far. Odin, you have to protect me. Thor. Please look after her. Mother Freya, you need to help me with this. She flickered another ear, and she toyed at the scab that was now on her shoulder healing harshly as she kept busting the scab open, on purpose. Nyx and their entire family had been so kind to her.

She blinked remembering it like yesterday, even though it was several days back, and weeks back from whenever her daughter went missing. Nyx was searching for her child for her. The amazing family whom had taken her in, only brought tears to the already devastated eyes. Still not sleeping like she should be. Carya often times found herself up and wandering around the old pack-lands of Vinatta. Today, she found herself wandering further outside of her comfort zone, in case she happened upon someone or something she might know. She spoke to herself, feet moving forwards with quickness. The scents that played upon her nostrils mixed with something of familiarity and happiness. It didn't register right away though.

Aani if you were here you would be giving me a hard time. White fingers shot up to her scab picking at it, blood forming and her eyes wincing a bit. Pain was the only way she could feel anymore. I miss you- she stopped mid sentence of talking to herself. Blue orbs found the brown figure of a female, and she tilted a head, her nostrils knew who this was far before Carya registered her name into her head. The fire burned deep in her stomach, and she stared. And stared, finally, one name of recognition to the elder female's brain came through. Iris?

Could it be? First Thyri, now Iris? She blinked her mouth closed tightly and her ears swiveled on her skull. Surely this was a false statement. Surely this was a mistake.

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Lily Storm Revlis · 2 March 2020, 05:27 PM

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248 Eeeek, I'm excited for them to reunite!

Was it recognition or just a sense of déjà vu? Lily couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was a strange feeling that accompanied the scent on the wind. The firing of information between synapses was trying to tell her something more, but what Lily wasn’t quite sure. The figure that emerged amongst the trees was not one that she recognized by sight, although Lily no doubt knew who she was. Carya, in fact, had been a pack mate for a long while when Lily had lived with the Vikings and the two shared their history. Their interactions had all started with a boy. The one from her dreams, with bright blue eyes as deep as oceans. Everything came back to him.

Although Lily didn’t realize all of that. She only had pieces. She didn’t quite remember.

"Iris?"

She froze, her whole body reacting to that name in a way she hadn’t expected. There was a hollow ache in her chest, and then Lily knew why. Another voice had called her that name. She could almost hear it.

But who was this?

Her green gaze studied the creamy white figure of the woman that had drawn nearer to her, but she found that no recognition crept into the forefront of her mind. And yet, the scent said otherwise. Lily was confused, and frustrated. And a little bit frightened of the unknown. Who are you?

But the real question was, and had always been… who am I?

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Carya Aston · 3 March 2020, 05:24 PM

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I am SO EXCITED AS WELL <33333

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Could it be that this was a trick from Loki himself? She blinked, rubbed her eyes and cocked a head. This was Iris was it not?

Her heart felt like it was beating a million miles an hour in her chest. By Gods, it was Iris. But why was she acting in such a way? Although the two of them did not get along the greatest when they were Vikings together, it wasn't a mistake. This wasn't a mistake. Iris being here wasn't a mistake. The Gods had sent her to her, for a reason. Perhaps it was to help Iris and help Carya. Yes that was it. After all, since Aani had disappeared it seemed as though Carya needed someone else to take care of. And coddle.

Sniffing the air, she gave a small wag of her tail. The scent burned into her nose sharply, her ears fell fowards at the next words that fell out of her mouth. The tail stopped wagging in mid-wag, her ears flattening against her skull and her blue eyes searching the others familiar face with uncertainty. If you are not her, then who are you? Was this a misunderstanding? Surely, this was the female who stole her best friend from her, whom had caused the Aston to go on a rampage and then meet her previous love of Belial. Choking on her words, she suddenly felt Parched. It-it's me....Carya.

Extending a hand, she reached for Iris' hand, if she was allowed to, she would touch her fingers softly, and grasp her hand giving it a gentle squeeze. It has been a long time. Perhaps you are confused? She murmured, her ears twitching on her skull. Her white face would wrinkle upwards in a tiny smile. What had happened to the female that had made her forget her name? Had she been injured too, just like Carya had by Judas? Surely Iris would remember that.

Carya wasn't trying to be harmful, in fact she was simply trying to be loving and motherly towards the female. In a weird way, it was sweet. Iris could understand that couldn't she?

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Lily Storm Revlis · 5 March 2020, 09:05 PM

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328 D'aww!

The friendly demeanor – the bright eyes, the gentle wag of her tail – seemed to disappear in an instant when Lily questioned who she was. She knew that she was supposed to know, but it just wasn’t coming to her. It was a maddening sensation.

"If you are not her, then who are you?" It was a question that Lily had asked herself over and over. By now, enough memories and interactions had led her to know that she had at various points in time been called by different names. She could see that young man’s face and could hear that name on his lips – the same one the familiar stranger spoke now, but she could also distantly remember that pale nymph of the forest and her pleading words, urging Lily to remember - she was Lily, and the other had apparently once been her best friend in the whole world. Violeta. Lily had not forgotten that. And yet…

Carya? The name was uttered with a slight hesitation, testing it upon her lips. It did not spark recognition right away, but Lily could see in the other woman’s face that it was meant to. Carya reached out to her, and Lily did not shy away from the woman’s touch as her fingers gave Lily’s a gentle squeeze. She stared into those brilliant blue eyes, searching desperately for answers there. Something, anything.

But there was a need for more hints.

I’m sorry, I can’t remember. I- She gently pulled her hand away, brushing back strands of deep chestnut hair from her face, features drawn into a somewhat sheepish expression. As much as it was frustrating, it was also embarrassing. There was an incident. There's a lot from my youth I don't remember. If only the coywolf had thought to bring along her journal; perhaps amongst the pages were the missing clues she needed to piece this part of the puzzle together.

But please, tell me... how do you know me?

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Carya Aston · 6 March 2020, 05:02 PM

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ooc here

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So, Iris didn't remember her. She didn't know who Carya was.

Interesting.

Grasping the familiar female's hands, she felt the hesitation and unfamiliar way that Iris held her hands. It wasn't like the two of them were best friends in their past. But... no, no Carya don't be rude. She listened to her saying there was an incident. What was it? What had happened? She didn't want to be rude, but she needed to know. Not because she actually caredPerhaps, she can believe we were more than just pack-mates.

No. Before she could even stop herself, Carya's thoughts found a way to her lips. We were apart of a pack together. We were friends. Good friends. She found herself recoil, as if hurt by the way Iris didn't remember her, a sudden sadness overcoming her features. All these things were genuine. But the reason she recoiled was because once upon a time, Carya hated Iris. For stealing Lochlan.

She let her blue gaze linger over Iris' form, and her eyes finally found emerald ones. What happened Iris? I am here for you. Nothing to hint at the sadness over-taking Carya's form, internally. Maybe if I can't make my daughter stay, I can have someone else.

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Lily Storm Revlis · 7 March 2020, 02:48 PM

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They had been pack members before. Friends, even. There was a sense of excitement bubbling up from deep within, excited at the prospects, because if Carya knew who she was, then she knew parts of her past. And Lily was eager to get any grip on her past that she possibly could.

Oh, she muttered simply, allowing herself a moment to process this information. She could see the way that sadness had creept into Carya’s expression, her body language, and Lily instantly felt guilty for that – guilty that her robbed memory created so much hurt and confusion, for her and those she had once held dear. Of course, she didn’t realize that Lily herself had created hurt and confusion for Carya in the past. All because she had fallen in love with the same boy that Carya had.

"What happened Iris?"

I-I don’t really remember, she divulged, biting at the edge of her lip. Lily knew that she had been pulled from the river, but she couldn’t remember the circumstances of how she had ended up there in the first place. Why had she gotten so near the water’s edge? It was a question that would probably remain unanswered indefinitely. I almost drowned, though. Years ago. A group of travelers found me, saved me. But everything before that is a strange blur – memories come and go, and I can’t piece it all together to decide what’s truth, and what’s just a dream. I didn't even remember my name...

Her gaze sought the other's, searching from something within those beautiful blue depths. Our pack? Is it still here? Perhaps that would be the first place for her to start her search. If she could re-join a place that had once been home, perhaps she'd unearth crucial pieces of her past. Perhaps she'd find a comfort there she hadn't felt in a long time.

Maybe even that boy from her dreams would reappear, holding the key to her childhood she so desperately sought.

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Carya Aston · 7 March 2020, 03:33 PM

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<3 love this!

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Standing the Aston female found herself getting lost in thoughts of Lochlan. Unbeknownst to the other gal, the two of them did indeed love the same male at one point. But he was long gone now, and in their age who had time to deal with child-hood puppy-loves? One thing she knew is that she didn't want to linger on the memories that were painful more than she had to.

Her blue eyes found the emerald ones and held them tightly. Iris' look of confusion and then hurt, made Carya instantly regret giving her a show of emotion. How dare I? She's the one who is hurting from not remembering anything. Almost immediately she aimed to reach out in a gentle manner and touch the other's shoulder, as if in a thoughtful and friendly gesture. Once upon a time, Carya actually hated this sweet little female. How quaint. White hands clasped together in front of her, folded neatly. Two large ears swiveled on her skull, they listened and twitched at every sound and noise that Iris made. Was that even her real name? She questioned everyone these days, especially since she-herself- wasn't very truthful with anyone, anymore.

But of course it was, because Iris wasn't a liar. She was a great woman of whom Carya had the pleasures of knowing. And now, now she was back! Biting back a shudder at the sudden realization that Aani- too- was missing, a sadness fogged her vision as she looked to her friend. Listening to the story made her sad that Iris wasn't able to remember much, let alone her name. So what did they call her then? She found herself pressing into the matter. Who was there to help you remember your name? Did they rename you like a lost child? The questions blurted out before she could even stop herself. Too late now.

Having stood still for far too long now, she gestured for the female to walk with her, holding open her elbow so she might link hers with her. Perhaps a stroll? Like old times? It was a lie, but one that Carya would want to make true. Oh, Gods. If Iris linked arms with her, she would begin walking slowly. Iris' question about Vinatta did not go unheard, and she took a few steadying deep breaths before she spoke about their home. One that Carya grew up in.

I... she started blinking back painful memories, she cleared her throat. I grew up my whole life in Vinatta, until I was around 4 and a half. You came to us in your late year. She paused glancing around at the snow tattered grounds. Vinatta is no longer with us, as a pack. Izarian disappeared and so did the rest of them. Swallowing a lump she continued, filling in what little information she knew from asking around. I don't know where anyone is. Let alone my brothers, or my mothers'. The pain of now knowing if her family was alive or not, stung her in the pits of her stomach. I'm sorry Iris. Turning to glance at Iris, Carya's face etched sadness and kindness. And then another question popped into her head.

Where will you go? Are you going to wander? Maybe I can go with you?

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Lily Storm Revlis · 18 March 2020, 05:16 PM

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A strange mix of emotions tumbled beneath her ribs, her chest tightening. Although on one hand the woman was excited about the prospect of having found someone she had known once upon a time, she couldn’t deny the feelings of hurt and loneliness that accompanied it too. Lily suddenly felt a little overwhelmed by it – she hadn’t expected that – but she was doing her best not to let it show, not wanting to admit to weakness of any kind.

Dark chestnut tendrils bounced about the woman’s face as she shook it sadly, No one. None of them recognized me, but then again, they wouldn’t have. It was a troupe of nomadic traders. They happened to be in the area visiting the trade ports. I had to relearn a lot at first – like how to shift. It eventually came back, but my memory... But her memory hadn’t, not entirely. They gave me a name, but I always knew it wasn’t really mine, y’know? She shrugged softly, brushing the hair back from her face before offering the woman a slight smile. Carya had reached out to touch her shoulder, and despite the fact that she was still somewhat a stranger, Lily found comfort in it. She wanted to remember her.

Okay, she nodded, allowing her arm to slip through the space of the woman’s offered one, and reveling in the silent comfort of the physical contact, the closeness of a friend.

The coyote woman listened intently as the other spoke, noting the heaviness the tinged her words, the heartache behind them. Her eyes lit up when she mentioned her joining, and she made a mental note on the timeline lingering somewhere in the recesses of her thoughts. But her heart broke with Carya at her next words. Vinatta is no longer with us. Oh, she murmured softly, ears falling back against the crown of dark hair, a small feeling of hope then slipping away from her clawed fingers. It hurt her to hear that Carya was unaware of what had happened to her own family. Lily knew that heartache all too well. She hated to know that this kind woman had to experience it too.

Oh Carya, I am so, so sorry, too. The sadness was evident on the other woman’s face as she turned to Lily, and she couldn’t help but reach to pull the woman into a quick embrace. They were both hurting from the loss of their childhood home, but they didn’t have to suffer alone anymore. Lily hoped she could bring strength to the Aston woman, just as she had a feeling Carya would do for her.

I’ve been staying in a place called Charmingtown. It’s a trade post that’s situated on the lands of the Del Cenere Gang. Do you know it? It had certainly grown on her the longer that she had stayed. It was reminiscent of the troupe she’d spent the last five years with, and it had become somewhat familiar and comfortable to her now.

But she still needed to seek out answers. She still needed to explore all the territories of these lands. Lily had much to do, and she was afraid to restrict herself to one place just yet.

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Carya Aston · 24 March 2020, 07:37 PM

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<3 love this!

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No one? A look of sadness crossed her features, and she gave a gentle smile towards the female who was about her age. The last time they say one another, they were about four years or so. This was a difference for sure. That’s very unfortunate. I am glad they took you in and helped you out. Her lips pursed and she pondered everything at this time. How could it be that Carya would know what that would feel like? Brief confusion crossed her face, but she nodded her head at the question.

She was sorry? Carya flickered an ear and gave a weakening smile. It’s okay. I’m okay. I just miss them. All good, Iris. Swallowing the lump that suddenly formed, she admired her once, pack-mate. You’re brave. The feet that she stood upon were suddenly very tiresome, and she gave another small grin towards Iris at the mention of the gang and Charmingtown. I know of them, but am unsure if that is the place for someone like me. A small but sad chuckle.

White fingers touched her hair, and they twirled around them a few times. Carya vaguely remembered a time when she was once unable to recall who certain people were, but that was mainly due to heat-exhaustion and intoxication. Her kind blue eyes flickered towards Iris, and she wondered if Iris had any plans for her future.

Ah, to be young again.

The thought crossed her mind as she remembered a time whenever she strove to be the best there was in Vinatta, her coat and her form once nimbler. Did Iris plan to join a pack again? Where she could grow in ranks and grow to be a better wolf than what she was already? Was she planning on piecing her life back together, and figuring out the memories that haunted her dreams, as Carya assumed?

Carya recalled a time within her pack where she was a Starfa Rirk, a rank of trading and nobility. It ultimately left her to her downfall within the pack. And now? Now that Aston female was feeling the old age, and curling up in Bête Noire, she couldn’t imagine leaving the family that took her in. Whenever she had been in need the most and now, her mind was preoccupied with Iris.

Is the Del Cenre Gang where you want to wind up? Curiosity more than anything, and for her to actually know where she might find the only life-line to a life she missed.

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