don't you know that none are blind

POSTED: Thu Feb 09, 2017 8:49 am

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Time went by so quickly. It had been months and months since Xylia had seen hide or hair from any of her family members. But she thought of Axelle Napier often. The dual-toned woman had treated her with respect, and she had spoken with reason and logic about the conflict between Anathema and New Dawn. It was not simply because Axelle was her cousin that Xylia wished to see her again. She actually liked the she-wolf, and it was not often that Xylia decided that she liked someone so early in a relationship. According to her personal philosophy, it took more than one encounter to judge whether or not someone was trustworthy. But with Axelle, it had been different. Somehow.

The snow was melting in the afternoon sunlight which poured down upon Amherst. Her paws created a soft crunch wherever she stepped as the snow broke down beneath her weight. In the she-wolf's wake was a long trail of pawprints leading all the way to the city outskirts and into the forest. She reached the suburbs of the city after many hours of walking, just as fatigue embraced her. Her previous mission of exploration morphed into mission of finding shelter for the night. Night would fall very soon and she did not feel safe wandering around in the dark, especially in her exhausted state.

The rust-furred female came to a crossroads and turned left, having spotted something interesting in that direction. It was unlike any of the suburban homes which surrounded it, with its tall spires, intricate doors, and windows comprised of colorful glass. She was drawn to the beauty of the building. Once she had reached its front stairs, she climbed them to a concrete landing and found that one of the doors had a crevice just large enough for her to fit her slender body through. Xylia found the inside to be just as interesting as the outside; perhaps even more so. Two rows of wooden benches faced the back of the building, where the largest and most breathtaking of all the windows rose above a stage or landing of some kind.

One other thing that captured Xylia's fascination and attention was a huge statue placed just in front of that beautiful window. A human man, his arms spread wide across a beam of wood. His hands were nailed to the wooden structure, as were his feet upon the base of it. The wolfdog gazed at the statue, chartreuse eyes filled with wonder. Xylia had never been an especially emotional creature, but something about the man nailed to the cross was very powerful, filling her heart with sorrow.

[Form: Lupus | Date: --] Set in Amherst.
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POSTED: Fri Mar 03, 2017 1:23 pm

If the morning light don't steal our soul
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There had been times where she needed to step over the boundaries of her pack and delve deeper into the lands that she seemed to neglect over the past few months. There had been everything in Sapient that she needed, and with that, there hadn’t been many reasons to leave. Taking up a new interest for taking things apart, she had been busy in the city ruins of Bathurst day in and day out. There hadn’t been a reason to go anywhere else.

But sometimes it was good to branch out.

She left the territory that morning, and settled upon Amherst being that it was nearby. She wasn’t prepared for an adventure. She didn’t want to make an adventure out of it. But she was there and she would check out the resources that she could find there.

She walked through the lower end of Amherst before she came upon a church. Her pink eyes lit up as she gazed upon the place of worship. There was a good chance that she’d find a lot of good wood in there, useful for the many projects Sapient would have in the future. She went to the door, and attempted to pull it open - but it wouldn’t budge save for a good-sized crack that she could probably squeeze into. Lithia grumbled, and flattening her back against the doorframe, she slid into the church.

Inside, it was as dismantled as she assumed it would be, but the religious relics remained, along with another Wolf that gazed up at the savior up on the cross.

”Oh, sorry. I didn’t know anyone else was in here.” Despite her intrusion, there was something familiar about the woman’s scent. Though, she could be absolutely certain that she had never seen the Wolf, who smelled like Vinatta, before.

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POSTED: Tue Mar 21, 2017 2:46 pm

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An ear swiveled back slightly, having captured the soft noise of footsteps, the click of claws, on the dusty wooden floor. Xylia ripped her chartreuse gaze away from the crucifixion, looking over her shoulder to see who had come through the door. She found herself staring with abandon, but it was a different gaze than the one that she had given the statue. The woman was positively striking, cloaked in tones of smoke and ash, with perhaps the strangest pair of eyes she had ever beheld. The memory of Axelle flooded her mind, as her cousin was the only wolf who compared in uniqueness with the woman who now joined her in the church.

Her nose twitched, bringing to mind a familiar scent, though she could not remember having ever met the young she-wolf. On the contrary, she was absolutely certain that she had never seen her before. It was puzzling, indeed. The rust dusted wolfdog blinked several times, her brow knitting in an expression of utter confusion. Her tail, however, swiftly thumped the floor.

"It's all right, she reassured, lifting her shoulders and rolling them back down. "I just wasn't expecting company." A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. What is your name? The question came rather abruptly, but the woman's familiarity was troubling her and she felt the need to figure out why as soon as possible. Perhaps learning her name would offer an answer.

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POSTED: Thu Mar 30, 2017 4:13 am

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Despite the other being inside, Lithia continued further into the church, away from the broken door. The pews were old and some of them splintered, but a lot of them provided large, solid planks of wood that could be used in building structures for Sapient instead of using a mass of small pieces of wood to construct something of the wider variety. She thought about taking it all, but wondered what exactly the chair ends would be used for. How would they fit into making something? She sauntered over to the altar, running her hand over the dusted, but smooth mahogany surface, clearly absorbed in the furniture because even as she moved from one end of the church to the other, she did not turn back to the Lupus stranger again. Her words were heard, but Lithia did not answer right away.

”My name?” she questioned boldly, turning from the altar and brushing the dust from her hands, which fell in clumps that humans might've called 'dust bunnies' at one point in history. Normally, she would have objected, but there was a curious, yet intrigued glisten in the she-wolf’s eyes that Lithia couldn’t quite object to. ”Lithia Napier, Sodalis of Sapient.” Might as well give her everything.

”And yourself?” She kept it polite, cordial.

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POSTED: Fri Apr 14, 2017 6:05 pm

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Eyes followed the strange woman's decent down the alter, noting how the pink eyes roved over the furniture as she went, as if to appraise it. Xylia stood quietly awaiting a response, a brow lifted quizzically, wondering why the woman was stalling. Was it a difficult question to answer? What was she trying to show? She wondered these things in silence, flinching slightly as a cascade of dust fell beneath the swish of ashen fingers.

At last, reply came, and while its contents were surprising, Xylia did not react as strongly as she had done with Axelle. The overall circumstances were less... dramatic, than they had been then, and by now Xylia had acclimated herself to the idea that she may have relatives roaming around. Xylia -- Napier. she spoke with a snicker. I'm guessing you know Axelle? She is my cousin. Being in lupus form, Xylia stood on all fours and approached Lithia, stopping a few feet away from the altar itself, but down the stairs, so that she could look up at her new relative. She really wanted to ask about the woman's pack, but as it seemed neither were in much of a rush, she supposed that they could stroll through the pleasantries of getting to know one another a little.

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POSTED: Mon May 08, 2017 11:40 pm

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Lithia was gifted with keeping others in suspense, even if that had not been on her mind at all. Such was the gift of her mysterious, secretive way of being. Pink eyes cast out to Xylia – now that she had a name – and past her to the benches, some in pieces and others in decent condition. She’d be able to use most of them, if not all. Someone would just have to cut off the ragged ends, but then they'd be able to be used for something.

The woman’s answer had surprised her. Napier?” She hadnt expected to ever meet someone else outside of her immediate family. As far as she knew, her Uncle was gone and her grandfather was dead. Her father, gone too, didn’t have any relatives as far as she was concerned. To be in the company of someone who shared her surname was… interesting. ”She is my mother,” Lithia answered, unsure of the relation that gave them other than the title of family. ”Have you been in these lands long? Does my mother know you’re here?” Lithia, not having seen her mother in quite some time, knew that she had an extensive family in Canada. It was interesting that one-by-one, they came to Nova Scotia.

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