Isn't it lovely

Callum

POSTED: Wed Sep 12, 2018 8:22 pm

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

A storm was coming, she could smell it in the air with senses alight. The winds were unsettled and tugged at her long hair this way and that. Today she would stay close to her home in anticipation for the bad weather that was approaching. Over the course of the day thick clouds loomed in the distances up in the mountains and Lucia even caught flashes of lightning.

As they boiled and brewed above her Lucia tucked in her small ears and drew back into her small stone cottage. She had lived through countless storms in her lifetime but the small irrational fears of the loud noises had never dissipated. For her children she had been strong but now, here alone, Lucia was afraid.

She wrapped herself up in the furs that her uncle Vuk had brought her some time passed and sat on the floor by the wooden door, shivering and watching the bright strikes of lightning. Every time a boom sounded, Lucia would cringe and shake.

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POSTED: Mon Oct 08, 2018 4:04 am

Deep breath; Take it all on the chin
Word Count → 426 :: Backdated to 4/17/18. Lupus form.

Callum had been traveling nearly nonstop for two days. When he had stopped to eat, he had barely tasted the jerky or water as it passed over his tongue; when he had slept it was fitful and broken, punctuated by heartrending cries that eventually subsided into hoarse whines. His white pelage, usually kept meticulously clean, was splotched with shades of earth where he had tromped blindly through the mud, and clumps of his fur were melded together with a combination of dirt and cockle-burrs.

He paced forth, eyes blurred by tears — or rain, he did not know and no longer cared. It had been a week since Veyra had thrown herself from the cliff under the influence of the alien flowers. Callum had returned home, informed the Lune, wept with his children and grandchildren. Then he had left, to bear the news to the Outpost to Marius and Rohan. Some news had to be delivered in person.

At some point, his path had diverted, his paws taking him over the same paths he had taken when going to see Veyra in their young adulthood. He did not immediately realize it, and when he did he did not correct his course. Instead he tread toward a tiny stone cottage where Lucia Amarok had taken up residence sometime after New Dawn had dissolved. She, too, would want to know of Veyra's death. The two had been close long before Callum had ever entered the picture.

The weather had been stormy almost the entirety of his journey, and judging by the sky it would not be changing anytime soon. The sky roiled with massive storm clouds in shades of blue and purple, the colors of fresh bruises, and thunder made the ground beneath his paws shake. Lightning sparked across the sky. Neither phenomenon made his steps quicken nor falter.

If he made it, so be it; if he were struck by lightning... well.

By dint of the god his family worshiped or sheer dumb luck, the form of the cottage came into view, dim and blurred at first but sharpening as he grew nearer to it. At first Callum considered turning aside — who was he to intrude on Lucia's happiness? — but he raised a paw and scratched heavily at the door, waiting for her to open it rather than to look for a means to open it himself. Once within, his massive head was thrust into her hands as he fought the urge to shake the water from his pelt. Soft whimpers leaked from his throat.

Speech. Thinking.

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POSTED: Wed Nov 07, 2018 11:34 pm

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

A bright flash of light illuminated her simple abode. A loud boom and the gentle female quivered, ducking her head and covering her eyes with her hands. The small ears pressed back, lost amidst the waterfall of hair. She pulled the fur closer around herself, wrapping up in the deer pelt.

She did not expect the scratching at her door, right behind her head. Coupled with another teeth-clenching boom the woman yelped, and cowered for long moments. The scratching came again and along with it a soft whine that she did recognise. Why would he be here so far from his home? She jumped to her feet, the fur slipping from her slim shoulders to pillow on the floor.

Against instinct she drew open the door, the raging elements blasting stinging rain into her face. The large male slipped in and she closed the door to another heart-clenching thunderous crash.

He was a wretched, ragged mess.

The language of the body was the one Lucia spoke the best, she had grown with its honest, open speech. Something terrible had happened, the grief was bone deep inside of him. The empathic, bright-souled female already had tears forming in her river-blue eyes, for his pain that she could feel.

His head filled up her hands and arms, she was so slight compared to his bulk. His whine tore at the heart of her, Lucia sunk to her knees, wrapping her arms about his neck.

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