[m] winter's kind gift

p. lyris

POSTED: Mon Jan 26, 2015 10:09 pm

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((542)) ooc. are ya ready for sol to cry like a lil babe?! also tl;dr sol is running after a rabbit in the snow!

Winter winds pressed his thin fur against his sides. It was by luck that he recieved his mothers thicker pelt, his brother left with the shorter fur of their late father. Sol gave a grumble as the cold nonetheless pierced through his fur and brushed against his skin with the affectionate fingers of a lover. His muscles were tense, senses alert as he padded on paws that blended with the snow which crunched beneath them.

Golden eyes narrowed at the ground in front of him as he moved forwards, searching for rabbits that might still be out in the middle of the day. He had caught on already, although he wanted to make sure Lucia was well cared for while she was in isolation from the pack, protecting the pups of the two betas. And thus, Sol continued his hunting with eager determination, hoping to find the fattest rabbits lumbering out of their dens. Such thoughts were hopeful, however. Prey was scarce and lacking in mass during the winter mass, as they had little food, and because of their lack of food the wolves had a lack of food as well. He still hoped.

Hope was such an unfamiliar feeling, though. It coursed through his veins, warming his heart. Salsola had little room to hope. Here, with love, with the potential of a family and canines who considered the entire pack their relatives, he was filled to the brim with hope and happiness. The anger that he'd had, directed towards who knows what, had melted away as soon as he had been accepted into the pack and allowed to take Lucia on as his mate.

A smile spread across darkened lips as he continued on his way, listening for even the slightest movement. However, the only thing he heard besides the sound of his own paws sinking into the snow was the sound of birds rustling in the trees, their wings fluttering innocently.

There was so much peace in the cold, so much reason to be happy. Sol almost debated giving up for the day and heading back towards Lucia, just so he could enjoy being around her. Before joining New Dawn, he had only been able to see her every few weeks. While he didn't want to risk being found out by his previous pack, the lack of interaction had still made his heart ache.

Wrapped up in the thoughts of his previous home and his new mate, Sol hardly noticed the sound of smaller paws crushing the snow. As soon as the sound touched his ear, however, he stopped and dropped down into a crouch, keeping close to the snow in an attempt to stay hidden. Aside from the marking upon his face, he almost blended seamlessly with the snow. His ears turned forwards, charcoal nose twitching at the smell of the rabbit.

When a flicker of movement crossed his gave, Sol crept forwards. His prey perked up, nose twitching rapidly as it looked around. In a flash of movement, Sol bounded forwards and began running after the rabbit as quickly as he could in the layer of snow, trying not to loose it in the pale snow that had kept the animal invisible to him in the first place.

Last edited by Sol D'Aabt on Tue Jan 27, 2015 1:20 am, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Mon Jan 26, 2015 10:51 pm


((815)) ooc. have a book

They'd always told her it would get worse before it would get better.

But she hadn't been expecting this. Already, her pack mates were beginning to recover from the strange sickness that had touched New Dawn. Slowly, the sick den was becoming more barren, as her comrades stood and walked steadily away, with a full grip on themselves and only a few new terrifying memories to live on with. Even Lyris could feel the grip of the illness weakening on her- the last couple of days her migraines had steadily faded, and she found the world an odd and silent place without the thundering noise of her heartbeat constantly on the edge of her senses. Her thirst, while it persisted, did not bring her the urge to scream in frustration while she drank gallons, unable to wet her dry tongue. And the hallucinations, while they still haunted her, became separate from reality, and she could finally see what was real and what was not. All of this she sensed with growing hope and anticipation, waiting with baited breath for the day she could leap back onto her feet without feeling as if she was going to pass out or vomit. All she wanted to do was run. Run, away from it all, for a time. But the disease was not finished with her yet.

It was on the sixth day that she opened her eyes and couldn't take it any longer. Suddenly, the den felt like it was going to suffocate her with its whimpers and hackings. She couldn't stay here, not unless she bashed her head into the wall. So with an odd gleam in her eyes, the huntress stood, and began to make her way towards the light that promised fresh air. She only made it halfway before the world suddenly swung out of balance, and she felt herself tip, her side colliding with the hard, rocky wall of the cave. She shook her head, violently, waiting for the double vision and the pain blossoming along her ribcage to clear. But it didn't clear- not soon enough. A panic consumed her. She was going to die here. She was going to drop dead, and all she could think was that she could not die in this place. This place full of disease and cries for help. She needed to die in a place of familiarity- in a place of comfort. And so she ran. With glassy eyes, she trusted her nose, and she shot out of the sick bay, lusting for clean air and a beautiful place to rest with an unimaginably strong desire. She shot out of the den, despite the surprised faces of her pack mates and the calls of protest. They couldn't stop her- even at her worst she was faster than them all. And on the sixth day, she finally got her wish to run.

Trees rushed past at the speed of sound, and the smell of pine filled her nose, multiplied to the tenth degree. The headache that had been sitting dormant at the back of her eyes suddenly burst into existence, most likely due to the unexpected exercise- but all Lyris could think was that if she ran, she could leave all of it behind. While everything was unfocused and she saw double, the disease could not take the Warden's sense of direction. She'd ran this forest hundreds of times, and she could feel the oncoming obstacles before she felt them. She leaped and bounded as if she was in her peak condition. And by some miracle, she didn't stumble once. Not, at least, until an unexpected rabbit crossed her path. And soon after, she could sense the sound of footsteps, only meters behind. But she could not stop herself in time. With barely time to cease the movement of her legs, her chest rammed into something heavy and furry.

The Stryder bowled the boy over, and they both fell with a terrific poof of snow to the ground. Her packmate stopped rolling soon before she did, and she continued to slide through the snow until she lay splayed on her side, body caressed in a wasteland of destroyed powder. She lay for a good handful of seconds, feeling the pain lance across her chest and shoulder form the impact, before heaving herself to her feet. Once she stood, she unsteadily tried to focus on the victim she had attacked, but found that the world was swinging again, and when she attempted to take a step forward, her leg gave out and she fell onto her chest, breathing in cold flakes. In frustration with her disoriented state and the new bruises she felt forming, she snarled. And after that, she managed to stand and drop onto her butt, where she sat, trying to focus on the rather blurry boy who was dusted in snow.
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POSTED: Tue Jan 27, 2015 1:27 am

((533)) ooc. POTTY MOUTH!

A cloud of powder was kicked up in the rabbit's wake, powerful hind legs propelling it forwards through the winter landscapes. Sol struggled to pull his paws out of the ground, his legs plowing forwards through the layers of fresh and old, frozen snow alike. The chase seemed pointless, and Sol was about to give up. His strength was renewed with a new sense of determination.

Sol ran harder, the rabbit so close that he could almost taste the flesh, and then...

White filled his eyes which quickly closed in defense as he fell into the snow. His body sunk into the white powder, his fur quickly growing damp on the side that was pressed closest to the ground. Tall ears flattened against his head and his legs were splayed out, a few of them bent. Quickly, he heaved himself out of the snow. Thick chunks of it were matted to his fur and he quickly shook them away, looking around wildly.

At first, he was angry. Golden eyes raged like a fire licking the sky with vicious tongues of flame, trying to burn the heavens to the ground. And then, there was fear. Fear because he wasn't supposed to touch anyone. If he did, he wouldn't be able to return to Lucia and the pups. It was too risky to go to them with the disease that had spread across the land potentially clinging to his skin. A growl ripped through his throat, quieted quickly as he wildly looked around.

His gaze fell on the girl who had barreled him over and his expression relaxed slightly. His spine was still arched, however, eyes narrowed to the point where he could hardly see past his brow. Ears flattened against the side of his head.

"Fuck!" Sol shouted, giving his pelt a shake as if that would relieve it of the disease that might be clinging to him. "How the fuck am I supposed to take care of Lucia now?" he continued, ranting off even though he wasn't certain if the female held the disease or not. From the look about her and the fact that she hadn't noticed him running, he was sure she did.

He whirled towards her, facing the wolfess with a frown pulling at his lips. "You! You've got to be shitting me," the D'Aabt man growled. "Quick," he continued, hoping she was sane enough to tell him if she had the sickness or not. "Are you ill?" the Subordinate asked, fully aware that he was acting far too dominate for his rank. He had yet to adjust to that aspect of the pack, and the requirements often slipped his mind. "You better fucking not be," the newcomer continued.

The anger he displayed shadowed the fear that would come out when his suspicions were confirmed. How would he see Lucia? They would be back to how it had been, their visits spaced out with a week in between. Sol held back a sob, unable to bear not seeing the pale wolfess again. And she couldn't leave the pups! How was she supposed to get food when she was required to be in isolation, protecting the precious pups of the Betas?

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POSTED: Wed Jan 28, 2015 9:39 pm


((538) ooc. queen of getting pissed off

In the moment that she sat to try and keep from falling, her migraine seemed to rip through her head. The snow that coated the forest suddenly became as hot and white as the sun, and she had to screw here eyes closed and let a high-pitched whine peal from between her teeth. Her head was on fire. Fire, and she knew it was about to explode. She didn't take notice as the boy stood up, nor as he began to spit profanities towards her. She didn't take notice or care of the expression of agony that was undoubtedly clear on her face. She didn't care, she didn't care, she didn't care. All she wanted was for it to stop. All she wanted was to die here, to lay down in the soft and lovely snow and slip into peaceful blackness which she would never again surface from. She supposed that this place was a good place to die- with the sun beginning to set and a soft breeze through the trees. Yes, she could die here.

But she didn't. In the blink before she felt her head was going to very literally burst, the pressure lifted. Lyris gasped, filling her lungs with air as she was able to breathe again. Opening her dark eyes, she found the world in a new color, and not as blurry as before. As her chest heaved in an effort to regain her breathe and recover from the unbearable pain she had just bore, she lifted her gaze from her paws to the stranger standing in front of her, his fur on end and his eyes wild and full of anger. She had been in no condition only seconds earlier to hear his first profanities or curses, and was only with the ability to understand in time to catch his last few sentences. And he had better been glad she hadn't heard the first half, because the second was bad enough. The Warden didn't take insubordination or insults from anybody, not unless they didn't want to keep their ears attached to their skull.

She was still a bit unsteady on her feet, but she was far more stable than before, and so when she stood, it was easy for her to become threatening. The female lifted her tail to be level with her spine, tipped her head forward, and let her lips lift in an incensed expression of a snarl. "If I was well, do you really think I would have ran into you?" The words fell like dead weights to the snow, without a single note of amusement or kindness. Lyris Stryder was the daughter of an alpha, if he be a dead one, and she had survived bears and abandonment and this cursed illness. She was not about to let this stupid youth stand above her. "You better find your place, pup. You'd be surprised how easy it is to rip off an ear, even when you're nothing but an ugly, blurry face." The Warden barked, taking a step forward, pleased with how steady and confident she was on her paws. Perhaps the impact with the Subord had knocked the last bit of illness out of her brain.
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POSTED: Mon Feb 16, 2015 6:57 pm

((251)) ooc. --

Snow crumbled beneath his paws and stuck to the fur that had hit the ground. The scent of sickness swirled around his pale nose as the boy attempted to grab hold of his emotions. His toes dug into the cool white powder beneath them, paws set apart, head drooping as he processed the event.

Golden eyes shot up to look past a furrowed brow at the canine who had run him into the snow. She was speaking, although Sol only listened partly to the words she said, fueled mostly by anger.

"Fuck off, you stupid bitch," Sol grumbled under his breath, tail puffed out behind him as he slowly righted himself, chest puffed out. He wasn't bigger than the girl, and his dog heritage was to thank for that. His lips still pulled back in a snarl, muscles tense. "If you're sick maybe you should've stayed in your fucking den," the subordinate continued, giving now acknowledgement to their difference in rank. He didn't even know who this canine was, only that they were so stupid that they couldn't bother to stay put to make sure that no one else in the pack got sick.

The hybrid lifted a paw, preparing to take a step forwards. His mind was buzzing, and the D'Aabt found himself unable to think straight. "I think tearing off somebody's ear is going to be way more fucking difficult if they're not a delusional freak like you are," he growled, ears flattened against the sides of his head.

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POSTED: Mon Feb 16, 2015 7:18 pm


((307)) ooc. fool of a took

Did this kid have a death wish? Obviously, because he couldn't seem to put a cap on the words that simply spewed from his mouth. With each syllable, Lyris' rage grew, and it took only another sentence for her to settle on the fact that this boy was not going to walk away without some blood dripping down his coat. Oh, he was being very foolish. Lyris knew everybody within New Dawn that was equal or above rank to her, and this boy did not fit into that category- labeling him easily as a Subord, and therefore, much lower in rank than she. Zalen nor Raeka could become upset with her were she to take this a step forward, since this angry boy had long since crossed the line out of his place. Besides, she could tack anything else she did as irrational due to her illness, even if she had a certainty that the worst of the disease had left her with the impact. "Maybe I left to teach little maggots like you a lesson." Came the words, this time very level, but deadly cold. She took a daring step forward, finding the steadiness in her form with each passing moment.

"Do I look like a delusional freak to you?" Lyris snarled, low and threatening. This was a last warning- he could either back off or face the consequences that came. Her tail rose from being level with her spine to high in the air, lips pulled back to reveal fangs eager to clasp around vulnerable flesh. "Even had you avoided getting sick when I ran into you, you lost that hope, subordinate." She spared not another moment after the threat left her mouth, for she had leaped forward, shoulder poised to ram into his chest and roll him backwards, off his feet.
Lyris Stryder
Casa di Cavalieri
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Ann
Luperci Mate to Luca Stable Master The Brotherhood: Master of Tooth and Claw 2013, 2015 SoSuWriMo Champ! Stryder
princess cut from marble
smoother than a storm
these scars that mark my body?
SILVER & GOLD

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