Heal what has been hurt, change the fate's design

POSTED: Fri Aug 10, 2018 1:10 pm

Flower gleam and glow,
let your power shine
See the Light, it's blinding

The world turned on its never ending traversal of the universe and for one bright wolfess Spring had come again. Small, precious buds of yellows and reds and all vibrant hues slowly burst to life, turning her greenery surrounded cottage into an explosion of color and celebration. Years in the making that Lucia had lived here, she had taken the seed heads of wildflowers and scattered their dainty cargo about her abode and each springtime was rewarded with larger and more varied eruptions of color.

A long time ago she had lived as her mother had done and ran wild with her New Dawn brothers and sisters but now an older, changed Lucia resided alone in the tiny stonework home, a left-over from the times of humanity. It was only a single room, with a place to build fire and a small bed of furs in the corner. It was a carefully tended chaos, with cut flowers over spilling from many pots and pans and vases, filled with clear water. Ivy crawled up one side of the aged stonework, bursting with small white flowers.

A clear day blossomed with bright glory, and Lucia rose to meet its sunrise; sitting atop of her roof and watching with great anticipation as the gleaming ball peeked its yellowed cap above the eastern flanks of the Halcyon mountains. Properly greeting the new day she slid down the thatched roofing and her morning routine was well on its way. Maybe today Soris or one of the girls would come to see her. The ever present optimism had not been stamped out by the sufferings she had experienced, it had only served to increase her positive view of the world - convening that love was stronger that evil and would always prevail.

She even still held on to her hope that Sol would return from his trip one day, her charming prince returned to his princess.

From the trees all around her tiny home, hung little hollow baskets of woven grass each with a tiny hole. The cheeping and chirping of baby birds filled her spring-times. The twittering and lovely songs of their parents followed her mornings and afternoons.

She would swear that certain ones came back year after year, and treated them as such; giving them names and stories to go with their bright plumage. Regardless, the birds learned that this predator would not hunt them and occasionally hopped after her from branch to branch as she tended her tangled gardens, hoping for a tasty worm to be revealed.

In return for their company, Lucia shared her songs with them as her days wore on and on.

"A dream is a wish your soul makes, when you're fast asleep..." A gentle lulling tune to follow this softly sang serenade. Her uncle Vuk had surprised her times gone past with books filled with pictures of elegantly dressed figures, dashing princes and kings, and colorful backgrounds.

Her reading lessons with Veyra almost half forgotten, and the books themselves had been scrappy and missing some pages and very worn away, Lucia had studied them and repeated the songs that she did not know the tunes to and some of the words were missing - so she created her own, adding life where there was only decay. Those books had long since fallen to pieces but their songs were still remembered.

"In dreams you may lose your heart-pains... whatever you look for, you see...." Ashen bud fingers carefully caressed the petals of a newly opened tulip, and still her ethereal voice sang. To the flowers, to the trees, to the birds and other creatures of the forest that could hear her serene satin salutations.

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POSTED: Sat Aug 11, 2018 12:12 am

Sapient was gray in his conceptualization.

The springtide of newborn buds, enveloped in infant petals colored Gaspesia, was lost on him. April brought with it a well of rising temperatures, the din of birdsong and the young hearts of lovers to life after winter's clenched fist released the raw and blooming world. Vines that had grown muted bore their thirsty roots into the topsoil, past the last grips of cold that chilled the shaded layers of earth and into the lifeblood that ruled the world. The season of rebirth was nigh, but not everyone gasped in awe of the beauty that sought to engulf this domain.

The softer sapphire that was left of his asymmetrical gaze scanned beneath the dappled canopy, his calculating mind in tune with the world, just as much as it seemed detached. Winter, though low in resources, had always come to be his finer months. With the feast that Sapient has summoned for the first time, in proactive caution to the chaos that was given the civil pack at the hands of cunning slavers, Shaamah had even grown ahead of his spring curve. Robust strength weaved in and out of view beneath the luxuriant plush that was his body's finest defense, second only to the nonpareil armor of the taut rope he'd built beneath it.

Cilium threads shielded his sight from the sun aloft as the untamed coiffure of his mane reached with bountiful arms over his shoulders; trailed down the divot of his spine, concealing its trenches in dense hackles. The modicum of his personality that existed was further omitted in the lacking presence of company, the stoic surveyor wrought with piloerection at every tremble of verdant thickets. It was his presupposition that any length of the wilds slithered with rouges and ramblers alike, bent on larceny or guerrilla engagement. A loathsome account of yore incited his silent, yet vigilant, process of abated footsteps. The craving to stretch the broad columns that toted him was nowhere near satiated, not yet quote able to dissipate the vexation of his insolent, unfledged progeny.

Billowing, ink-dyed fabric sprawled from knee to knee, binding in the soft of his joints and reaching rolled tendrils against the motions of a wide step over the infested, rotten corpse of a felled tree. A bevy of termite swarmers bombarded at his passing, the spray of of humming wings fluttering in a pollen hazed sparkle. It was a whimsical atmosphere, but its unadulterated and enchanting vagary still hadn't snuck into the subconscious of the solitary warrior. His temporary liberation from the throng of asinine Sapiens came at the expense of his exposure to obscure elements, but in the roots of his heart he longed for the hot-blooded blitz of battle in even the most placatory of moments.

What was left of bare branches rattled their booming fingers as a tepid breath swirled across the abundant vista. Shaamah aimed the pastel of his nares into the corporeal caress of the breeze that demanded his attention, the slumberous peaks hovering above the horizon that began to veil between the tender burgeoning leaves of hale sprigs that peaked the filling awning amidst him. He knew that to the right was Salsola's lands, Sapient's jejune commerce route bonding the territories together tentatively. Aft of the Brobdingnagian mortal, the bestirred cattle of Amherst's locals, to which he had ardently circumvented in an considerable inclination for solace.

What might be to his dismay, or in contrast his curiosity, what lie forth would rob him of his ultimate aspiration.

Birdsong shifted from the din of incessant grackles and songbirds that forewarned their fellow avian of his proximity into something less. The breeze reached down anew from the mountainside and touched his face with a gentler caress. On its whispered breath, a tune sailed in a voice as soft as feathered down. The notes stirred his ears tall, the pallid ocelli agaze tolerantly behind him as he concentrated on this unusual event, his steps drawn into the murmur of this descant above the wind intuitively.

His nape shivered with a threat as the building of shingle and stone peeked innocently through the wildflowers which littered the Lilliputian clearing that swathed it with much more verve than what Shaamah had anteriorly trekked. His great weight spread the digits of his warily treading paws while sneaking fingertips lingered above the leather wrapped casting of his Tekko for as long as the unavowed singer remained undisclosed. A discreet strafe to circle the maze of greenery finally brought the cold, hard beryl of am azure eye on her figure.

She sang her next breath dauntless, no apprehension in her pitch or sway in her key as a semaphore to the warrior that his attendance had been discovered long before he had provided it. A deluge of pallid tresses mantled her shoulders, rising into her crown with an alder wood hue. Beneath the cast shadow of the sparse chestnut tree, the heavy fragrance of the achene looming just over each floral waft of this settler's cabin, the soldier remained. Pressing his feet down into the detritus to the terra firma, he bade back the steps his soul sought to take for him at the heavenly lilt of her song.


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POSTED: Sat Aug 11, 2018 3:03 pm

Flower gleam and glow,
let your power shine
See the Light, it's blinding

If loneliness ever filtered its way into the gentle Amarok's heart then she quenched its fiery burn with the soft kisses of petals and the drifting lullaby of ever moving songbirds. The other scents scattered about the lands around her small cabin were long stale with age, two daughters and a son that only occasionally visited the once-princess; alongside a catering uncle, the same who had brought her the songbooks.

"Have hope in your dreams, then someday..." The lady paused in her soft steps, dun fingers grasping at a pale white blossom that wilted atop its stem. Soothing touches were rained down upon the failing flora, a dark, stark nose pressed against it's aromatic center,"..your rainbow will come sparkling through."

Was it fantasy that as Lucia moved away, the small white flower stood just a fraction taller, its head tilted at a slight proud angle.

As fingers moved, the seashell bracelets clacked together quietly, covering up the scars of an almost act most foul. Sometimes Lucia would sit and stare down at them, she had never found her Harlequin, had never seen him again.

"No matter how your heart is bleeding, if you keep on believing.. the dream that you wish will come trueee" Her song ended on a lilting tender warble and she turned with eyes closed, brushing long hair back from her face.

A sudden heavy snap of a branch destroyed the peaceful atmosphere in seconds and Lucia turned, long hair splashing out behind her with the motions of her body. A gasp of inhaled breath and the princess brought up delicate fingers to splay across her pounding heart.

Maybe a beast stalked her from the shadows, the occurrences of the past played through memories, danube eyes stretched wide, darting about for escape.

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POSTED: Sun Aug 12, 2018 6:28 am

Perchance, it was, that she did not know.

Slate, he stood, against the frame of verdant flora that encompassed him and as if to retain his covert attendance further a solitary bleached plume crept before the warmth of the sun and favored the savage with an obscurity that found his dreary halo in as much darkness as the awning above might promise. Against the miscellany of splayed shrubs, ligneous trees and seeding weeds, of fearful wildflowers that cowered beneath his step, a silhouette with a forbidding countenance found himself nonplus. N'er to advance, to dare her melody to cease, or to fallback, to find the ringing of his old wounds to steal the notes from their pleasant cure, he became statuesque. The breeze move beside him, the breath of wind around and above, but only a shiver from the tips of his coat or the roll of the sails of his clothing, whispered to the world that his heart did still beat within him. A secret on the caress of serene zephyrs that his heart did beat, now differently.

Without a gardener's gaze, a warrior knew not a dying flower or if it's petals clung helplessly to their stem in a final plight to taste the sun. Yet, as this psalm crossed the expanse from the lifted feather of her breath and carried on butterfly wings to the bloom in which she inhaled politely, there seemed a undulation in the carriage of that flower's face. Life. Verve. Vigor. A simple plant brought to gaze tat the sun, again? It was sorcery, no doubt, at the presence of her company, a threat. And yet. Sweet notes lifted into him, great lungs stolen of their breath, and vanilla fangs idle beneath black lips. Piloerection wavered, as did a tiny bud on a thin vine, and for any and all of his life, the lift had been taken from his coat. Irritation attenuated and what was this elevation in his chest? Illness. Confusion.

Contentment?

In these unclaimed lands, with thieves and liars at every instance shrouded and biding their blades attack when the moment was right, the soldier closed his eyes. Dreams were perception and his soul was searching. A bereaved spirit, left obliterated in that the endurance of pain created strength, slipped into his conscious thought for the first time since his abandonment. Of his mother and father. The disappearance of his first mate, and of his daughter. When he abandoned his home. His allies. His enemies and his war. Racing thoughts carried through him, like lightning in a torrential downpour as thunderheads threatened the flooding earth. What it was, what it could be. Could he take it all back? What was his dream?

Thoughts roiled through the crown of the fled king, but the leather that bound the Tekko to his waste wouldn't have such a change in their wielder. Heavy steel bracers fell like a ripe apple from his hip into a soft bed of sound-swallowing leaves, and the shifting weight on his body forced the chilling blue of an eye caught in history. He startled at the movement. The beast leapt up, his pelt at full erection and his jaws released the fangs that had been sung to sleep but a moment before. He rose. He landed. A crack of a branch, cast away at the red star's fall, rotten and left to time, shattered the silence as his weight nearly turned it to dust.

A palate that dined on the trepidation of young warriors, whose lives were short be they buried or trained for a finer grave, didn't call for compassion, conversation, or mercy. Such a threat aimed unto the earth followed a hunter's gaze to fine fingers that braced a rapid heart and eyes of sky that darted like a doe at every whisper. His presence, no longer veiled, was his own risk. Tekko slept cheekily against the dry flakes of leaves long-dead but fueled movement, even if to arm himself, might mean the difference between discovery or the notion that a longer silence might mean her trepidation was in vain. The forests had always made their whispers, cries and shouts. Still, the shadow stood. Let her be the judge of it, should she spy his outline beneath the intensity of the sun. What would the worth of one more note sung be?
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POSTED: Sat Aug 18, 2018 12:41 am

Flower gleam and glow,
let your power shine
See the Light, it's blinding

The fragile bird-flutter of her heart was a beat that thrummed loudly in her drawn back ears. The gentle femme could not be sure her eyes saw what her heart told her. Shallow, fast breaths brought the sharp rise and fall of her chest beneath a delicate hand. The positioning of the sun and her location out in the light made the viewing into the darkened forest difficult.

She did make out the shadowed shape of something tall and burly in the canopy's overgrowth and it was enough to send her heart tripping again. The other person had not moved though, had barely seemed to breathe.

Without any clothing or coverings of any kind it was easy to see she carried no weapons not given to her by nature. Her shy, shrinking nature was apparent in the way she held herself, in the now nervous twist of her fingers against her chest.

Her lilting melodic voice called, out to the giant of the man who was forming as she peered into the brush,

"W..who are you? What d..do you want?" Her arms wrapped about herself, as though she held herself together through her own grasping fingers.

Lucia was inclined in her natural personality to believe that there was inherent good in all. Whether this belief was truth or a lie was at a loss to her own observations.

C-come into the light.."

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POSTED: Fri Sep 14, 2018 1:28 am

Despite statuesque posture and shallow breath, the portrait of his shadow had been painted on the backdrop of a lighter horizon beyond the trees. Stature such as his was less a commodity in obscurity. His intention to be undiscovered foiled. Sapphires had found him, settled on his shadow, and a frightened tune bayed him from his hiding. There was no sense in trying to avoid contact, though it would be remarkably simple to turn and leave just as he'd come. No more than a figure in the shade of the trees.

Soft, sweet melody played in his mind. Her tune, unsung now, persuaded him.

What first came out of the canopy's shroud was a cautious, initiating step. Warily, he moved from beneath the branches and leaves, their tendrils brushing the edges of his arms as the sun's rays befell his every detail in a way uncanny. As if a monster walked from the shade, into the light, at her beck. All of him stood within the sun's reach now. Broad shoulders framed a chest and core of generous musculature. Arms roped with strength and thick columns panted in black, billowing fabric whispered of his trade. Scars, stroked with wild dynamism and the vision of his once golden eye now a void beneath his brow, folded beneath barren eyelids.

A narrowed gaze fixed upon her, one chilling iris focused on only her features, her center, from where her lilted voice had lifted. The soldier did not seek out her armament. Scrutiny did not pass upon her hands, her position, or her display. True trepidation was there, but a certain difference laced it's edges. If she did fret through to her soul, flight would have made the best escape. A situation difficult to gauge, as complex as it was to measure his own stoic expression.

“Shaamah,” Low and guttural grains of his voice abraded the atmosphere once so serene. Without knowing this woman and where she hailed, if she hailed, he chose to withhold his title and Sapient, altogether. Delicate hands wrapped about her frame, holding herself as if in some defense of him while he bore no offense to her still, frightened form.

A man of few words but copious thoughts carried himself dominantly in contrast to her. Yet, her choral voice did not wither into sand. Words carried the same hidden song beneath them. What did he desire from her? Not so simple to beg for a corporeal release. Not so complicated as to thieve,” To listen,” Lexis came absent of his prior character, where a slit-throat was gifted apathy and cries of widowed mother's begged for their young. It was a modest song, absolute in the retrospect of her solace and faultless in absence of gaudy delivery. Notes were pure. Unstained.

Unlike him.
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POSTED: Fri Sep 14, 2018 2:35 am

Flower gleam and glow,
let your power shine
See the Light, it's blinding

The shadows parted, reluctantly releasing their grasp on the man who came forwards towards the Amarok princess; And such a man he was, stretching up into the heavens, such a man as Lucia had never seen before in her life. The pale femme watched with undisguised amazement as the largest male she had ever before behold to bare eyes upon stepped from the dimness of the forest.

His was a fearsome, formidable form that even the trees appeared to bend away from. Scars numerous layered over him as striations in the faces of cliffs, each with some savage, suffering tale to tell. Peeled from the darkness and thrust to the shining sun -- Lucia's shivering was stilled, the terrorizing fear ebbed away as the receding tide gives up great swathes of sandy stretches.

The female's petite ears did turn forwards, away from her waterfall of hair to catch his words. A deepness that rumbled, a moving of earth and rocky stones. Lucia was reminded of the great landslide she had once witnessed when pouring rains had soaked the land too thoroughly.

"Shaamah.." Melodic tones washed over his given title. It evoked the thoughts of great ancient battles, men with hard metal in their hearts and snarls upon their lips, a bloodied weeping in their souls. More the concern of him drained away, a whispered voice that said she had naught to be wary of. It was a senseless thought, for he was clearly a warrior of great skills, and yet the entanglement of security was fostered.

The full blue glacier sought her out and she thought of the frozen oceans in the stillness of winter. How she loved to race across their firm sheets and spin in softly stolen circles with laughter on her tongue, joy filling up her heart. Something momentous welled in the woman's breast; Lucia saw beyond the stark lacerations, beyond lies on the tongues of travelers tested and found wanting.

She saw a man.

"Oh..!" It was such a wonderment filled breath, Sol had loved to hear her sing too and she loved to sing, sing as if the strands of her souls were aflame. The delicate flutter heart did still beat, now woken by an exhilaration, and Lucia never even asked for a clarification or an invitation to demonstration.

She simply took in breath and poured out those ardent strains again,

"♫ How the sun gleams so bright, this precious morning.. ♫" About the woman, the silenced birds burst again into their own songs, joining with her own into nature's harmony, filling the small clearing with music.

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POSTED: Wed Oct 17, 2018 3:48 am

His name on her tongue was so foreign, so incongruous to where he stood in this reality and stark in contrast to the representation he had painted himself to be. The way she spoke it it almost seemed more a name, than the commitment he'd made to becoming less than a individual and more of an agent of warfare destined for lesser things. Less life. Less love. A lesser grave despite his dedication to his claim. In her, his name became the song in her lilted voice, absent of the terror, indignation, or challenge so often carried with the echo of it's delivery.

It seemed with this sole piece of information, something so simple as a name given in trade to an inquiry, she found herself at greater ease than should be in his presence. A part of him, to his primal core, grew irate with her softness and her growing lack of guard, though a more patient piece of him abstained his inner nature. There was no sense to why he chose to abnegate what he knew to be his truth. Something so simple as a song should not sway a soldier so far from his tenacity, but something so simple as a song managed to overrule his judgment.

Revealing his true intention for remaining here, what he wanted and what she might give, was returned with a resounding, mirthful expression. It hadn't take any persuasion, no threat and no begging. Once again the woman sang and the note carried over the earth. The world that was void of life in his presence burst with birdsong and bringing a rush of something through him. It wasn't so vain as self or the fulfillment of getting what he'd asked of her, nor was it the words that slipped through her tune. It was something small. Hidden. Dormant. Deep within him something stirred, again, as it had with the first sounds of her sweet song in solitude.

What moved in him? The internal battle that waged within was losing to the sweet notes that contested them, and for a moment, he didn't know what he wanted. Fists clenched and released, his breath grew sporadic as he sought to fight the relaxation in his chest, but it didn't take long for this new feeling to win over him.

The square of his shoulders curled and the dominant upturn of his jaw rested in the muscles of his neck, hidden in the plush of the mane that grew there. Ears that never rested, held themselves at ease and crooked atop his crown. The grid of his abdomen relaxed, his biceps rolling more smoothly into forearm from a shoulder that followed the undulation of his breath. A soldier's straight back found a posture that was alien, his chest moving inward as his form lost it's rigidity. The permanent scowl that seemed frozen in his features softened, and without that lour that sharpened his edges there was a tiredness in his eye as if he hadn't slept in days.

Once intense sapphire eye no longer swept the world he saw with a chilling gaze, but settled to the earth in front of him as his body lost the fight but his mind still waged. There wasn't a way that he could process this change. He was surely ill, but fever had never struck him like this, not so close to a soul that even he'd question he owned. Yet, before she might have the thought cross her mind, his voice rose to her with his eye,”Don't stop,” His voice lingered, strangely void of it's demanding nature. He didn't know why, or how, but he needed this. Something in him needed this to last.
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POSTED: Wed Oct 17, 2018 4:54 am

Flower gleam and glow,
let your power shine
See the Light, it's blinding

Though she might appear a fragile flower, easily parted from its precious petals in a summer's breathy storm, within Lucia there was a pillar of strength that had allowed her to survive as she had. It wrapped tightly with the belief of hers that there was a gentle goodness within every soul, no matter how hidden and denied.

"♫ I sing this glory, of springtime and lilies in the garden... ♫"

She gave a beauty to his name in the way she gave light to all things she focused upon.

Something spoke to her, a whisper that was not there. Her hands removed themselves from their weight against her chest to swing to her sides. Open, honest, completely revealed. There was nothing for Lucia to hide, and every part of her suggested this with frank assertion.

She burst into song, and the emotions poured out.

"♫ All of these seconds they fly by, giving breath to these dreams that live so beautifully... ♫"

When Lucia sang, her whole self sang too. The gentle femme swayed with the beats of her own music. The gracious lines of her face crinkled and smoothed with her words, and the thin, soft fingers were a maestro's instrument as she conducted her own music, carried along with the inspiration of it.

There was a needfulness that blossomed into the air. The compassionate woman saw the tightness dissolving from him, washing away. There was an increase to her sounds, not in volume or intensity but something, somehow gained a greater mass, a higher meaning. She saw the desire blooming within him, of the magic she wove and Lucia doubled her efforts to give this stranger the comfort he so obviously craved.

"♫ And I sing these words, stranger, do not fade from my memories, breathe for this life... ♫"

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