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for oceane; quartz shoreline

POSTED: Fri Jan 16, 2015 4:07 pm

She had come back to the shoreline, though truth be told Dantalion could not have intelligently fathomed why. She was not overly entranced by the open body of water, not attracted to it in the way that some were. She had never been on a boat or otherwise interacted with the ocean. And winter simply made it much too cold to even think about going for a swim. There was no peace that she found in visiting the shoreline, but it was also safe to make the assumption that she did not find much peace in anywhere. Peace was another word that was lacking in her vocabulary, as things had long always remained as kill or be killed. Upon her arrival there, all she could wonder of herself was why she had come there in the first place.

A brief jaunt up and down the coastline revealed little. It was overcast, lending the sea such a brackish hue that it looked terrible. Not even the sun, when it peeked out from behind the clouds, could do anything to change the color. It did nothing to improve the temperatures either, though she had begun to make herself numb to the faintest of bites. Her foreign friend, the one with the alcohol, wasn't even here today. By then she had forgotten his name, doubted their paths would cross again. She let go of most things, including memories, and eventually quit her pacing to settle down on her rump and watch the rolling waters. As she drew her slender legs closer to her equally slender frame, Dantalion opted for zoning out on the world around her. She paid no mind to the waves in front of her, instead receded somewhere else that didn't require any thought. It was safe to say that the reddish Lykoi would simply be content to sit still until she got tired of it, or merely too cold for the nippy winds.

POSTED: Fri Jan 16, 2015 4:38 pm

Thanks for starting<3 [523]


The best she could say about the day she awoke in was that at least it wasn’t snowing. An overcast sky dulled any sun that dared to shine and leeched color from the world around her small tribe. There was a rather chilly breeze, one that her thick arctic fur could only ward off for so long. As soon as she stepped from her dwellings, the Hineyu noted these things along with the fact that the snow was in that awful state in between ice and slush; the top was frozen, and crunched obnoxiously whenever she set her foot down. Overall, it was one of those dark and dreary winter days, one where she was sure she would be spending most of her time by sitting quietly next to the fire. But fate had other ideas.

A curl of white smoke that had not come from her breath twisted around her shoulders, and within a second had solidified into the serpentine body of her Spirit Guide, Aedus. The white cobra flicked his tongue against Ocèane’s cheek, before turning his dark eyes towards the Great Fire that blazed in the middle of the village. “Oh, no you don’t.” He said, English lilt cold in the frozen air. “You’re not going to sit around and sulk all day. Let’s go somewhere- I don’t like it when you’re idle.” The woman glanced down at Aedus, before giving a snort and crossing her arms. “You’re not my mother.” She grumbled, twisting her foot into the cold ground in a rather childish tick. In response, the snake gave a light hiss, folds of his cobra cape making their appearance as he made himself seem more intimidating and demanded her attention. “I can still spit poison, you know.” And with that, Ocèane sighed again and disappeared inside to retrieve her cloak. If she was going to go on a journey, she might as well be warm.

* * *

Only an hour or two later woman and serpent were coming up on the shoreline. Ocèane hadn’t any preference on a place to go, while her spirit companion had spoken up and claimed his old bones needed some sea air. When she had protested he didn’t even have many bones worth mentioning, he managed a very ferocious glare, for a snake, and the conversation died as the Fire Maker set towards the Quartz Shoreline.

Once they cleared the trees, it was obvious that the ocean was just as depressing as the rest of the ice-clad world. Its waves were gray and slight, while the rest seemed rather choppy with the nippy wind, blowing cold spray against their fur and scales alike. Ocèane tugged her cloak over her shoulders and huffed. “Is this everything you dreamed it would be?” She questioned sarcastically, and Aedus only responded with a vague “Yes, it is.” Before resting his head on the woman’s shoulder. They continued to watch the waves silently, unbeknownst that someone else was in their midst, since the stranger had been sitting so still and nearly blended in with the backdrop of trees.

Océane Aston

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

POSTED: Sat Jan 17, 2015 3:09 am

Oh, I quite like Oceane already, and her spirit guide! :)

Comatose as she seemed, Dantalion was perhaps anything but. Even as far zoned out as she was, instinct always kept her firmly rooted to the majority of the world around her. That sense of awareness was slow to cue her in on the shift of the world around her, but she picked up on the subtle nuances of the sun making a progressive track towards the world behind her. As it were, she picked up on the feeling that she was not alone. Someone had come along, at a distance. Unconsciously, she turned an ear slowly to listen to the world around her, but nothing triggered a response from her. No increasing footfalls, no voices. But someone was there.

She ignored the feeling for as long as she could bear it, and then as nonchalant as she could, adjusted her position. If it were a predator, say a wolf out for what they felt was necessary blood, then she baited them. Pushing her legs out ahead of her, she began to recline, only letting her arms reach back and prop her up as she continued her thoughtless gaze on the sea. Or at least that was the way she wanted it to look, as though she had no care in the world for what was going on around her. She certainly wouldn't have expected what was lingering in the scenery behind her, wouldn't have guessed that there had in fact been a murmured one-sided conversation. A wide yawn came over her then, though she couldn't have placed why it had come. She didn't feel tired.

POSTED: Mon Jan 19, 2015 11:58 pm

Aw, thank you. c: And just a note, Aedus is fully visible and can speak like any other Luperci. Since I know the whole 'spirit' thing may be confusing. [577]


It wasn't very much like Ocèane to be openly defiant of Aedus, as she was usually glad to listen to advice, even if she did roll her eyes sometimes. He was her Spirit Guide, after all. But the serpent was aware of her mood changes, as they often came unexpectedly, if rarely. And besides, it was understandable where her sour outlook may have come from. The Fire Maker was very in tune with the world around her, as well as with the seasons. She usually enjoyed all sorts of weather, but when it was dark, bleak, and cold, she became rather snappy and angry, almost as if she was becoming irritable as the sky was. Awaking to find just that type of bleary atmosphere could put a dark cloud over her head. And besides, it's not like she didn't have enough things to be depressing or closed-off over, even if she was usually as positive as she could be. Sometimes she just needed to be down, otherwise her emotions would bottle and explode into a breakdown.

The ocean, despite its dull color and choppy appearance, did do something to brighten her mood, however little. The vast expanse of the waters stretching out to the far-off horizon made her feel small, and her problems, while large to her, seemed tiny in the long run. What was a little depression to the world? A little bump in one life? Not a thing, that was what. So what was the point in sulking? Nothing, just as well. In this new light, Ocèane rose her chin an inch. Aedus noted the movement, and could easily pick up on the dark cloud in her heart and how it lightened as she watched the waters. He projected a similar impression of being pleased, though masked with smugness, as if to say he knew this would help. The Aston felt this emotion and she snorted, waving a hand in the cobra's face as if to push him away. It was about then that they both noted something move before them.

The shoreline curved dramatically, and so the treeline of an opposite bank was the backdrop to this particular object of movement. The creature's fur was brown, and in an almost exact shade to the trees far off, and so it was only understandable that they would not notice the being. It took only a brief moment of confusion, and perhaps fear, before Ocèane was able to identify the figure as a fellow Luperci. Her immediate reaction was to go up and greet the other, but Aedus had other ideas. The spirit, after noticing the stranger, promptly vanished from his companion's shoulders. "Aedus," She hissed into the empty air, aware of what his next actions were to be. But he did not listen to her, for this may be the only fun he would have all day.

The white cobra suddenly popped into existence, directly before the woman sitting on the beach, and rose his head, dark eyes glittering with amusement in her expected reaction. "Hello." He said, simply, and it was about then that Ocèane arrived on the scene, a bit out of breathe from her frantic run from the trees to the spot of beach where the stranger was sitting. "Aedus, you know that can give people heart attacks." The woman snapped angrily, before turning her gaze to the woman and giving her an apologetic, and rather embarrassed, smile.

Océane Aston

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Ann
Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

POSTED: Tue Jan 20, 2015 1:15 pm

Thanks for the tip. The last time I played here at any length, Aniwaya had just founded lol... >_>;

While the snake may have materialized before her, Dantalion caught it between a blink. Her surprise was stifled, as she dared not to make any sudden movements. Snakes were nothing new to her, though she couldn't have said she had ever encountered any that were quite like this. And when it greeted her? Christ Almighty, she decided she was hallucinating it all. Snakes, like large cats, should not have been capable of talking. For a moment, she had the intelligent rarity of considering that she had become so detached from the world that now her imagination dictated what was real and what was not. But it was fleeing, as she heard the increasing tempo of an approach. Her turned ear picked up the angry scolding, but it wasn't for her. It was for the snake, and by then the other Luperci had wheeled into Dantalion's gaze.

She seemed embarrassed and perhaps rightly so; Dantalion had no real outward expression in response. Perhaps the snake hadn't simply materialized, she thought. Perhaps it had come falling from the sky. Perhaps it had been thrown as a gag, a ruse, something nefarious. While her expression may not have morphed, her thoughts reflected sharply in the gaze she cast between the snake and its dark-haired keeper. But it passed, in lieu of the womanly appearance she saw in the other. Decidedly, she knew hostility would not bode her well here either. The snake would get her (and the notion of it things out to get her had long become a reoccurring theme). "Not scared," she explained simply. Snakes normally did not startle her as they should have, but that too was a side effect of growing up around them.

Abruptly, she changed the subject though. "Where did you get the feathers?"

POSTED: Thu Jan 22, 2015 2:00 am

No problem! [588]


Aedus was rather disappointed in the stranger's reaction. The female was undoubtedly surprised, like any with a level head on their shoulders would be, but the effect of such an odd sigh seemed to have little impact on her. She simply blinked, maybe jerked back a little bit, and was obviously thinking very hard, trying to decipher if what she had just seen was real or not. The cobra, in response, let his appearance sink in, before raising from his coil another inch and fanning out his neck half-way, as if to say fear me. And the sight would have undoubtedly been very intimidating, had his companion not showed up at that moment.

Ocèane, on the other hand, was relieved with the stationary girl's reaction. It was not outlandishly startled, which was positive, because it meant she would not have to begin CPR in the moments after a heart attack (not that she knew what CPR was) and it also meant she would not have to apologize too profusely on her spirit's behavior. But even then, she bent over and extended her arm to Aedus, who took the hint, and after a rather grudging look back to the other female, slithered up Ocèane's arm to once again settle around her throat as an odd accessory. "That's good, most get a start. But I'm sorry for him, all the same." In response to the unkind comment to his person, the spirit sent an impression of displeasure with her words, which Ocèane received as annoyance and retaliation. Yet, all she offered was a brief glance toward the white serpent, before once again turning her attention to the yellow-eyed female, for the snake was not on good terms with her at the moment.

The next question that came from the lady was not one of what the cobra was, or how he could talk, or even where he came from, but a rather odd twist of the moment, and it took the Hineyu a moment to process what she meant. Both snake and Aston watched the stranger silently for a good handful of seconds, before Ocèane's expression changed to one of understanding, and maybe a bit of confusion. "Oh, you mean... these?" Without much thought, she rose a khaki hand to her deep brown hair, which was twisted into a pair of braids over the crown of her head, while the rest was loose and wild over her shoulders. A hairstyle she had done in only moments that morning, as she was walking away from the territory with Aedus yapping at her, but one she could never have completed without her bluejay feathers. She'd grabbed them along with her cloak, which was still draped over her shoulders, knowing that she would need to slip them against her fur or ears. She had not put much more thought to them then that, at least, not until now. Lightly, she slipped some of the plumage from her hair, which appeared in her light fingers as a bright and rather striking feather. The Hineyu then offered it to the woman to look at, though was careful to watch her so that she would not run off with it. "They're almost impossible to find in that condition- usually I trade for them." She shrugged, finding the experience of explaining the trend odd, since she had been continuing to accent her hair with the blue since she was little- so much so, that it had become a part of her permanent appearance.

Océane Aston

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Ann
Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

POSTED: Thu Jan 22, 2015 2:14 am

I think this is one of the tamest threads I've had with Dantalion, hah. She's all SNAKE, NAH, I GOT A FEATHER.

Her question had caught the duo off guard, which may or may not have been apart of the plan anyway. Not that it really mattered either; Dantalion found herself infatuated with the feathers. Such a bright blue against the contrast of brown. They were beautiful to her in ways that she could not have properly described. Just as well, she supposed, watching as the standing Luperci removed one from her loosely styled mane. When she extended the feather out towards Dantalion, the reddish Lykoi took hold of it carefully. She handled it as though it were made out of something that would break easily and for all she knew, it would. Feathers weren't necessarily the greatest when it came to strength, and there were times when Dantalion also forgot her own strength. To break it or damage it, well, perhaps that cobra would come back down and finally put a scare into her permanently.

She studied it, a childish wonder scribbled hastily on her features. Turning it one way and another, she wondered what it took to extract them so neatly and carefully from a bird. Perhaps she would try, though she would more than likely never find a way to wear them. A collection of feathers, to go with all of the buried treasures long forgotten in the wake of the paths she had taken. "It's pretty," she murmured quietly, only to turn her gaze to the female again. "What did you have to trade?" Trading wasn't up her avenue either, but for this, could she? For a moment, excitement flooded her veins. If Dantalion possessed enough foresight, she would have known that this would be short-lived. But the simpleton of her mind allowed it to go on, neglecting the things that should have set off an obvious berserk button.

POSTED: Sat Jan 24, 2015 8:17 pm

Hahaha, it just shows she has a soft side. 8D [530]


As the direction of the conversation began to fade into things not pertaining to Aedus, the snake lowered his pale head to rest against Ocèane's shoulder and the several coils that were looped loosely around her throat. He watched the exchange, still, but his attention also wandered to other things, such as the gentle rolling of the nearby waves or the shifting shadows the clouds caused to flicker over his scales. Ocèane could feel his draw away from the conversation, and glanced toward her companion once more, before deciding she would let him be. He'd talked plenty, today, and would like some quiet time. Almost as if in response, the snake's figure faded, so that he looked like a ghost of himself, though was still very much there. Ocèane was sure that the stranger wouldn't even notice, since she seemed so absorbed in the feathers. She figured she wouldn't even ask what Aedus really was, or how he could speak or vanish on command.

The way that the loner accepted the feather was one of extreme reverence and caution, and the Aston could at once see that she would not damage it nor steal it. She seemed to be in simple awe over the bluejay plumage, and the Hineyu couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever seen a feather before. If she hadn't, the woman was glad to introduce her to them. They had been a source of inspiration and beauty to her several times, and she would like nothing more than to spread the same pleasure they gave her. "I think so," The Aston responded to her comment on its appearance, and examined it herself, though from a distance. It was a rather perfect feather- she did ponder how the man that had given it to her had come into its possession. Did he capture the birds and pluck their feathers? Ocèane immediately banished the thought. She would not allow herself to wear something that would come at the pain of others, even a small bird, and settled to the conclusion that the man had simply kept some of the birds and collected their discarded plumage. That was a reasonable enough idea, even if it may not have been true.

After the stranger's next question, Ocèane was quick to pick out the excitement and potential hope in her face. As a result, she took care when responding, not wanting to discourage her or bring her hopes crashing down. "They're not extremely valuable, so you don't have to trade a lot. Usually I give my skills- teach them how to make a fire from sticks, or give them a lesson in French. Sometimes I give smoked fish or cooked meat." She shrugged, recalling the trades in the past she had made. They had all seemed about the same value, but depending on where and who she got the feathers from, very different things were requested, and more often than not she found she did not have what the bargain required. Who knew, maybe this dark female had more assets and items to give than she did. If so, she would have no problem obtaining the pretty feathers.

Océane Aston

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

POSTED: Mon Jan 26, 2015 4:09 am

This may be true! I have no entirely explored that avenue with her yet. :3

What she was told may not have seemed much to the wolfish creature, but to Dantalion it was quite a lot. All of those things were skills that were truthfully out of her grasp. Except for the one, which was making fire. Dantalion knew about that trick well, though she had yet to really use it to bother to keep herself warmer during the early, dark nights. She also hadn't the faintest idea what a lesson in French involved, but wasn't about to ask either. It was something she already knew she would never remember, even if she had wanted to. Yet what she was told didn't get her hopes up or send them crashing done. Dantalion had seen birds with vibrant plumage before, but had never been decent at catching them. That was how she presumed the feathers were obtained, never once thinking of any that were dropped from attentive grooming.

She made a noncommittal sound, as though she were taking what she was being told under consideration. For a moment, she had that flash of temptation to ask what she could trade for it once more, but it died out at the memory that she had nothing at all. No particular skills that no other had, nothing that cut her apart from the rest. Preaching would get her nowhere, not with traders. They had tried that before, most certainly. Traders burned just like any other. She extended the feather back out to the woman then, losing the desire to hold it. And in a flash of memory as she did the action, she recalled the wolf-dog with the alcohol from some time ago. Whether it was months or days or hours, she didn't bother, and her speech degraded considerably in following. "Where from?" she found herself asking, now innately curious where this pretty creature and her necklace of a snake had come from.

POSTED: Wed Jan 28, 2015 10:02 pm

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To the outsiders whom Ocèane told of her tribe or her rank, she and what she specialized in was an oddity. Who had ever heard of an entire rank path within a pack dedicated to fire tending? Very few, if any at all. And often, such a profession was looked down upon by those who didn't know their culture surrounding the light and life-giving flames. She did not train to fight, or study any to broaden her knowledge, or even specialize in forging relationships with other packs or hunting for sustenance. Instead, she simply nurtured and rose flames. But very few could understand at length what she could do- from almost nothing, she could birth a fire that could turn into a raging inferno. Ocèane could never be cold, and she knew how to dance around the potentially dangerous flames and shape them into beautiful objects. Not to mention her ability to cook meat flawlessly- never was it burned or red, and often that alone could provide for her. So she knew while the stranger before her might think that teaching fire-making skills to other was something she could do, she was not wrong, but maybe was not thinking on the right scale. Often the traders only asked for her to demonstrate when she revealed her skill level at tending fires, and when they saw what she could do, they wanted to do the same. None, of course, could ever achieve such without years of practice, but she was certainly not one to discourage. Besides, it got her her feathers.

The Hineyu could see the woman considering what she had said, and was curious on what her next action would be. Aedus regained only slight interest back in the conversation, vaguely wondering what would be spoken of next, though most of his attention was still thrown out over the rolling gray breakers that were wetting the sand only yards from their feet. Ocèane quickly grew tired of standing, as she had been walking all day and felt that her legs quite deserved a rest, so she sat on the cold sand, wrapping the edge of her cloak beneath her tail and over her lap to try and retain some warmth. Aedus adjusted his long body that was coiled against the fire tender's collar bones, giving the impression of a ghost flickering faintly against Ocèane's throat. Once woman and serpent were once again comfortable, they had time to wonder at the next rather abrupt switch in conversation. As the feather was offered to her, the Aston took it, careful, from the stranger's hands, though didn't return it to her hair, and instead kept it in her curled fingers, which she dropped into her lap. "AniWaya," She responded, nodding her nose back towards the forest, in the general direction of her tribe. She had briefly thought about explaining how she had actually spent the majority of her life traveling the continent then at her birth pack, but decided against it. Now was not the time for stories. "It's my tribe. My name is Ocèane, and this is my Spirit Guide, Aedus." At his name, the pale cobra solidified into something recognizable and turned his dark eyes to the stranger woman again, this time nodding in acknowledgement.

Océane Aston

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Ann
Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

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