Lands Unexplored

Avinalora

POSTED: Tue Dec 13, 2016 6:45 pm

Calia Edley
A light flurry stirred in the cool winter air as the tall Luperci woman trekked through the sloping valley. Calia had been traveling for weeks, crossing through the mountain range in order to explore more territories in the northern parts of the realm. The gentle slope of the valley was welcome after the journey through the mountains.

A newcomer to these lands, Calia was deeply impressed by both the earth and the rich history of the packs that resided here. While she yearned to explore more, the loner knew it would be unwise to linger too long in the north, especially if she planned on making the return trip to the southern packs before the first storm. Every night dropped in temperature, and a light dusting of the previous night’s snow remained this morning. It wouldn’t be long until the mountains became too treacherous for even the most sure-footed garron to navigate, let alone a lone mutt on foot.

Snowflakes nestled in Calia’s wild mop of red hair as she pursued onwards, clasping the front of her cloak to conceal warmth. While the valley was much tamer than the rough terrain of the mountains, the odd rock jutting out from the hills or the lone rotting tree trunk served as obstacles. A few times Calia even caught glimpse of human structures long past their prime. While she wasn’t a history fanatic, the idea of these relics surviving for centuries past the dawn of humans amazed her.

Days past, before her shortcut through the mountains, Calia had injured her ankle. Although it was not a serious injury, it had hurt to put weight on it for a few days. Thankfully, it had been a day since she had to wear a wrap on it, however she would not risk another injury again. Calia wouldn’t put it past herself to trip over yet another fallen log and twist her other ankle! She took extra care to observe her surroundings and to watch her step.

Cerreta
Luperci

POSTED: Wed Dec 14, 2016 12:45 am

A petite shape walk through Wentworth Valley. She looked skinny despite the clothing she wore and was quite small. From the little amount of pelt left uncovered, her fur was silver with dark grey going down her back. She wore a long-sleeved mini dress with a hood and leggings to protect her painfully short fur from the cold. Large ears sat on top of a narrow head and a pair of mismatched forest eyes stood out from the pale background. A fox-like, bushy tail almost dragged on the ground as she walked, her eyes shattered and broken.

Nothing could repair the damage done by the disbandment of Midnight Shores. Avinalora grieved as though she lost a family member. Not only she had lost her home, but many pack mates. The vixen didn't know where any of the other Midnighters had gone. Where had Skana and her family go? Felix? Hammish? Where would her family go? Adrian, the fox kits, and her companions had nowhere to go. They would have to join a pack, but which one?

The jackal medic didn't ponder this for long as her mind went back to her former pack. The escort had simply disappeared and not even her keen sense of smell could track them. It was as if they had vanished. No blood or fur was left to suggest that they had been caught or killed, no bodies or anything. Was it another force that snatched them away? It was what the broken bird thought.

Fate had taken them. That was what the argent Luperci believed. She was already starting to conjure what Fate looked like. Her shattered mind found something to blame other than herself. A massive, scaly, winged canine snatched the party away to cause the island pack to break up. It was the only thing she would believe.

Without thinking, a melody issued from her throat. A ballad to Midnight Shores, a haunting song.

"Everything slowly dies
In a blink of an eye
Fate snatches them away
What if I can't forget you?
I don't believe you're gone
Forever is a lie
But I'm still holding onto you
There's no point in picking up the pieces
It's impossible to put together a shattered soul."

The song ended and the moon-washed kept on walking, numb. She struggled to smile or even be excited. What was the point? Everything ended eventually, happiness never lasts. The best thing for her to do is not care and she wouldn't be broken.

Word Count ➤ 365

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POSTED: Wed Dec 14, 2016 11:48 pm

Calia Edley
A soft melody singing through the chilly air made Calia’s ears swivel in alarm. Was she not alone in this vast expanse of land? Brow furrowed in confusion, the red head pivoted for a better glimpse. The song, a heart wrenching tune that pulled at Calia’s own heartstrings, came from a frail looking silver woman. The layers of clothing worn could not make this little bird look any bigger than a mouse.

The jackal was too caught up in her own grief to notice Calia’s presence in the valley. Would she have sung that song if she had known of stranger within hearing distance? The melody seemed to represent be a private affair within the woman. Yet, Calia couldn’t help but feel a sort of obligation to extend some sort of solace towards the stranger. She just seemed, well, so sad. Did she have anyone other than the silent valley to talk to?

Calia began to walk briskly towards the woman as if they had known each other for a lifetime. However, catching herself last minute, she extended a benevolent greeting to make her presence known. It would be a fright to anyone to have a hulking, wild haired stranger such as herself to appear out of the blue.

”I don’t mean to startle you, Miss” Calia called out with a wave ”But I couldn’t help but overhear your song…

As Calia drew closer, she could make out darker, distinguished jackal markings layered over her silver fur. However her expression almost made her stop in her tracks. Green eyes, each a slightly different shade, were blank with grief. This little waif of a creature was broken in a place that was not visible, and perhaps impossible to reach, by any outsider looking on.

Not knowing what else to say, Calia murmured ”Miss, is there something I can do? Anything, really….”

ooc: Poor thing! Hopefully Calia can make her smile

Cerreta
Luperci

POSTED: Thu Dec 15, 2016 3:59 am

Avinalora
Word Count: 565
I hope she can

Avinalora would have normally detected any Luperci within a twenty-foot radius of her, but she wasn't as alert as she had been. Perhaps it was because she didn't really care anymore. Before, she wanted to meet new people and tell them about Midnight Shores, or learn about packs. But that was obsolete to her now. The vixen knew that no pack would replace the hole in her heart, so why should she learn more about packs? They weren't going to last for very long, she now knew that fact. So why should she get attatched?

Finally, the former Midnighter's senses screamed at her. And she actually listened and smelled. She detected a female Luperci, a dog and loner. Before, she would be excited by the prospect of meeting a new person, trying to get more information than the basics. But Avinalora, Cygnus of Midnight Shores was no more. She was gone, shattered and broken. And now the jackal medic was numb. Maybe once in a while she would climb out of the pit of despair, but certain triggers would loosen her grip and send her falling back into the hole. Her memory was still keen as ever, but sometimes she wished that she could start anew. But that was impossible. She couldn't forget Midnight Shores, it still left scars on her heart.

A voice calling to the silver hybrid, one dipped in awe dragged her from her thoughts. She couldn't discern much of the woman's appearance other than her large size and red hair. The woman's shape was blurry, a red blob giving her an estimate of where the female's head was. The loner had heard the ballad she had sang, not the first time that had happened. The nearly-blind Luperci waited until the woman came close enough to see a bit more details, before she gave any indication of noticing her. The picture was still blurry but she could make out more details. The stranger was pale with auburn markings and when she tilted her head up to look she noted the presence of a garment, most likely a cloak. Other than that, the woman seemed to be bare.

"It's hard for me to be surprised when I could hear you before you saw me." The monochrome fox responded. This was a lie, but it was truth. If the old Avinalora was here, she would have heard the newcomer a long time ago. But she said this in a somewhat bored tone. She didn't have much interest in fellow Luperci, there was no island pack to inform them of. But the raven-haired girl couldn't be rude. So she stayed and conversed, her eyes still maintaining the broken look despite the small close-lipped smile she managed to give.

And then the dog woman asked if there was something that she could do for the desert-blooded female. The foxlike Luperci was injured or sick, but she knew that her eyes showed her true state of mind, broken and grieving. No one could do anything to help her. Nothing short of ripping her heart out or dragging her to a therapist. There was no cure for a shattered soul, there was no herb she could take and become happy again.

"Most healers can heal themselves." The moon-washed maiden said, her voice flat and emotionless. Maybe she was being mean but that didn't matter. She didn't care anymore.

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POSTED: Thu Dec 15, 2016 6:26 pm

Calia Edley

"It's hard for me to be surprised when I could hear you before you saw me."

"Oh...okay then" Calia replied, even more confused. She didn't understand then why the loner hadn't either approached her first or fled. Why wait to be approached? The waif appeared to be...out of touch with things, to say the least. It was almost as if she didn't care about what happened to her. Calia could have easily been a malicious creature, and it was frightening to Calia that the woman didn't seem to have an opinion about that. Most would surely be wary of a loner whom they had never seen before.

"Most healers can heal themselves."

This statement, delivered in a monotone voice and a tight-lipped smile, made Calia's fur prickle. The woman wasn't even attempting to be polite. Perhaps by using a bored tone and obviously feigned interest, the silver stranger was attempting to tell Calia that she wasn't in the mood to converse. Instead, Calia interpreted it as a cry for help. It was clear that whatever load the woman was carrying was too much for her to bear alone. Calia wasn't the type to stand by when there was a vulnerable person in need of aid. Whether they blatantly asked for help or not, Calia would be there to offer a hand. She wasn't going to sit and twiddle her thumbs while the foolish stranger went of and got herself hurt, or worse, hurt herself on purpose.

So instead of taking the hint that solitary was preferred, or reprimanding the silver canine for her rudeness, Calia replied to her snide words with a beaming smile. Curls bouncing as she started at a slow pace, indicating that the silver woman should accompany her, Calia began to walk towards the general vicinity of where the woman was previously headed.

"So, you're a healer? That's pretty impressive," Calia replied in a cheerful tone "I never had the patience nor the head for that kind of stuff. As a pup, I always preferred moving around rather than sitting and reading books. Still do."

"But even smart healers like yourself sometimes need others to help them get back on their feet, just like everyone else. And not necessarily for physical hurts. Calia found herself droning, so she attempted to change the topic "So, where are you headed from anyways?

"Oh, I didn't even introduce myself! You can call me Calia"

Cerreta
Luperci

POSTED: Sat Dec 31, 2016 4:39 pm

I am so sorry for the wait! >.<
Word Count: 284

Avinalora's tone did nothing to dampen the woman's mood. Most would have walked away, that was what she wanted. For someone to leave her alone in her sorrow. She would have started drinking by now but as a healer, she knew the effects of alcohol and she knew that it wouldn't take much to get her drunk. The vixen had no way to numb her hurting heart, she would have to bear the pain alone.

Then the stranger began walking in the direction that the fox maiden was originally headed. She didn't see anything wrong with talking to her. Maybe the woman would help her to get her mind off of Midnight Shores. And then the woman began talking about being a healer and how she had no patience for being one. There was more to being a healer than patience or reading. There was the mindset of a healer, the study of herbs, the stubbornness.

"There's more to healing than just sitting and reading." The jackal medic said, her fox-like tail flicking. She had to learn a lot of things before becoming a healer. But even now, she was still untrained.

And then the dog began talking about something that made the raven-haired woman almost stop. "But even smart healers like yourself sometimes need others to help them get back on their feet, just like everyone else. And not necessarily for physical hurts." This woman had a lot of wisdom and the silver girl respected that. And then the subject was changed to her destination which only earned a shrug from the jackal mutt.

Then the name of the stranger was learned, Calia. "It's nice to meet you Calia, my name is Avinalora."





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