Summarizing nothing on my mind

POSTED: Sat Jan 04, 2014 8:25 pm

Backdated to a few days after the move. Open for one~

Word Count → 480

Leather snapped against bark as the reins were pulled tight against the tree, looped and tied to the point where Evadne would not wander away, but with enough room to walk several feet and graze some. Ocèane pulled the ties on one of the mare’s saddle bags, arms outstretched to catch it as it fell. The horse shook, ridding the phantom weight from herself and huffing before she lowered her neck to graze. The dark woman dropped the bag onto a nearby stone, untying the top as she did so to let the leather sides fall and to reveal bundles of blankets, animal furs, and other personal belongings. Ocèane had found the perfect den, close to one of the triple lakes, and not far from the village. She’d taken care to make sure it was far enough away from the water to prevent any flooding, but close enough to have easy access to it. She assumed that a member of Phoenix Valley had lived there before, because it bore the signs of tampering. Nestled in the side of a sloping hill, the entrance was nestled in the roots of a large oak. The hole was a perfect oval, tall enough for her to only have to duck slightly to enter in her Optime form. Inside, it was roofed by a tangle of tree roots, forming an almost perfectly flat roof. Wood planks had been installed hither and thither, where the wall was not flat to make the large space look more square. Besides these and a few spiders in the corners, it was bare of any life. Even the smell of Phoenix Valley had faded into almost nothing.

It didn’t take her long to set up, spreading her blankets thick enough to make a comfortable sleeping place. The few other belongings she’d taken with her were easy to set up, a few books on a shelf that had been built into the wall, a carved statuette poised besides them, and a couple of hung fabrics of curious dye and craftsmanship. She had tried to keep her load light, as she’d been moving around a lot. Now that she had a solid home, she figured it would slowly fill with belongings until it was far from barren. Ocèane, after nodding at her handiwork, emerged from the half-lit den and untied Evadne. The duo made their way to the lake. Once again trying her horse up, now near enough to the water for her to drink, the woman sat on a nearby stone that overlooked the water. She raised her hands to her hair and slowly undid the scattered braids, chocolate locks falling down her back in a coiled, wavy pattern, result of having them tied up for so long. She delicately extracted the bluejay feathers and blue beads from her hair, running her fingers over one of the feathers, thinking.

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Océane Aston

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

POSTED: Wed Jan 15, 2014 3:35 pm

Everly had stretched a deerhide between a fairly low branch and a large, peaked rock to serve as a makeshift den. The woman sat cross-legged in a white shirt, grubby from the previous days' journeying on horseback and leading Knight through the mud. The scout's usual belt was slung around her hips, but it was tied loosely now, free of its knife and herbs. Everly was tired, yet unwilling to sleep. She chewed idly on a rabbit's bone, the remnants of an earlier kill, as she tried to trace letters into the earth. It was too damp, and they ended up a jumbled mess. The tall Luperci ducked her head to crawl from beneath the stretched hide, huffing in frustration.

What Everly needed was some serenity, and she usually found that feeling in or around water. The water was probably too cold to be relaxing if one was subermeged, but watching the moon's light on the rippling surface could grant her some peace. Giving Knight an absent-minded pat on the haunch as she passed – evidence of her lack of skill with horses – the colourpoint woman left him nodding off where he was. No point in waking him when she was already so close to the lakes.

Yellow eyes, bright with clarity, could eventually see a glinting in the distance which didn't have the warm glow of the Great Fire, nor the flicker of a camp fire. The light was silvery and cold, twinkling more than dancing. Everly moved with more purpose but her pace remained the same, smooth and steady. She began to trail around the lake's edge, her arms wrapped around her own torso to fight off the nippy air, and contemplating what she would do with the life now twice granted to her by Ulilohi and Claudius.

There was a silhouette causing a break in the twinkling lights reflected in the lake, and it wasn't the shape of a tree or bush. This shape had the distinct curves and outline of a Luperci female. Everly let out a soft sound of greeting as she continued to move towards the figure, not recognising her until she was up close – and only vaguely, then. “Hi there,” Everly chirped, letting her arms drop from around her waist. “Looks to me like you're reflecting on something other than the water.”

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POSTED: Sat Jan 18, 2014 1:44 pm

Rambling to catch up on SoSu, you can skip the first two paragraphs. c;

Word Count → 644

She hadn’t thought about Noir in a while. It was mostly because she tried to forget. In the last three years she’d seen some ugly things, that made the criminals of Nova Scotia pale in comparison. But Haku still took the gold, and Ocèane was ashamed to carry his genes and his dark fur. No sane being would kill his daughter, and have sex on her corpse like it was a bed. The thoughts made her want to gag, so in an effort to draw them from her mind she took a shakily deep breath and focused on the lapping of the water. The woman ran her fingers over the feather, imagining not for the first time, what it would be like to be coated in them; to fly. She wished she could some days. When old hostilities and disgust rose within her as it did now. What if she transformed into a bird instead of a wolf, and spread her arms that had become wings, and somehow soared over the lake? She could fly so far away. She could fly across oceans, across continents. But she was land bound, and Ocèane reminded herself it was only a dream, another impossibility that only made her question why, if it wasn’t meant to be, she wanted to be it?

When they were little, the four of them, Noir included; their mother had taught them what constellations were. The Aston, back then, had had a hard time picturing it, as her imagination was only at its lowest point .Since then, she lived off of her imagination, and had gone to the point of creating her own constellations. The first real cluster of stars she had been taught to pick out was of a man; a human man. His torso faded into a horses’ body, and her mother had said she’d read about what they were called somewhere. Centaurs. The idea was completely insane, and even though they were fantasy, Ocèane was pretty sure the humans would have been stupid enough to follow the myths, maybe they genetically created a centaur? Shaking her head at the certain no to her own answer, the lady’s eyes continued wandering across the stars, each pinprick of light reflected against her blue iris. She picked out the big and the little dipper, and that one star that shone just a little bit brighter than the others; the North star. She was trying to look for the scorpion constellation when she heard the faint sound of a foot hitting grass.

Somebody was here. She wasn’t immediately concerned, because the footstep had sounded distinctly Luperci and the slight scent of AniWaya trailed between the bushes. The woman turned to find a pack mate looking back at her, and she immediately wondered why they were out so late. Even though she could have been asked the same thing. She paused from stroking the bluejay feather and crossed her legs, brushing her long kinked hair behind her shoulders. “Sort of. I guess I’m thinking about everything and nothing, really.” The chocolate wolfess shrugged, glancing over her shoulder at the reflective water for a moment before looking back to the woman. Since she’d re-joined her home pack she’d desperately been trying to keep up, but in the past couple months several new members were seen around the territory. She’d never had the time to confront one, but Claudius had told her a couple of their names. She was pretty good at putting a name to a face, and given the luperci was a female and that her face gave resemblance to the name Everly, that’s the name she guessed out of the ones her brother had given her. “I’m guessing you’re Everly?” She tried, hoping she was correct. How was it that most luperci looked like their name? It worked out strange that way.

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Océane Aston

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

POSTED: Tue Jan 21, 2014 2:38 pm

OOC: This is shortish, sorry D:

IC:
Everly wasn't a gossip per se, but she absorbed titbits of information rather like a sponge, storing them in the recesses of her mind for later use. Her memory was getting a little lax these days, and for a moment she wondered if the two had spoken before – the chocolate female with the long wavy hair seemed to know her. Perhaps she just knew of her, and with her scent unmistakeably Aston, Ev guessed that Claudius was the reason. It warmed her to think that their Councilmember might have spoken of her – that she was of note, in some way, perhaps simply because she had returned after a long hiatus from the tribe. “That's right, you can call me Ev, though. If you want.” The Tsula tipped her head forward as her tail waved behind her.

“You're Claudius' sister?” the honey and chocolate female questioned, walking a little closer with a wide smile gracing her lips. She had decided to play it safe rather than state the words as fact, just in case she was wrong – to save face. Life was all about making mistakes and saving face for the proud Skyfall female. One look in the feathered woman's eyes, though, told her her name, as if it was a memory from a dream. “Oceane.”

“I always remembered Claudius. He doesn't seem to have changed,” the Scout mused, trapping a strand of stray hair teased by the breeze between her fingers and examining the split, dry ends nonchalantly before reconnecting her gaze with the Aston woman's. “So thinking about everything and nothing – how does that work?” A grin burst through her smile, her ears perking in interest. Everly liked riddles, and perhaps working her brain a little would eventually tire her out enough to sleep. The breeze, fresh though it was, wasn't quite doing the trick.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 29, 2014 12:16 am

Same here, no worries~

Word Count → 320

Océane had wanted to seem like something of a good pack mate, and she had the resources and ties to do so. It wasn’t too hard to ask her brother to give her an update, he was in charge of that stuff, after all. He’d mentioned Everly, Evangaline… and Aduladi, was it? She’d have to ask him again, maybe. But she’d succeeded in guessing, which she had an uncannily good ability to do. “Alright, Ev.” The dark woman gave her a soft smile, lifting the bluejay feather and slipping it from between her fingers to behind her ear, where it vanished under chocolate locks, only the very soft white tip to be seen.

When Everly questioned of her littermate, Oce nodded. “Indeed. I’m-“ but before she could mouth her own identity it had already been provided. The Hineyu nodded again, opening her jaws as soon as they had been closed. “Have you been a member of the tribe before?” Everly’s familiarity with Claudius and the sudden clue-in of her own name when in fact she had never seen the lady before was a giveaway that she wasn’t unfamiliar with AniWaya. In her three years of absence so much had happened, and she only wished that she could know it all.

The conversation took a turn as the Tsula questioned the seemingly impossible state of mind. Océane leaned back on her hands, legs still crossed, tucking her tail under her thigh. Electric blue eyes traveled the deep velvet expanse of the sky, a silent sigh picking up and dropping her chest. “It’s kind of like thinking about your whole life in such a blur all you can see is one color. Does that make sense?” The woman shrugged, a field of stars reflected in her vision. It was hard to describe thoughts; sometimes she wished she could just show what she meant, because words often failed her.

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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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