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Dove! BD January 16

POSTED: Sat Feb 18, 2017 8:29 pm

A layer of crisp snow slowly melted underneath Noel's numb haunches, sending needles of frost through his short coat. The sun lingered under the horizon, withholding its warm light from the snow-covered forest. A heavy chill still hung in the air – evidence that winter had not yet gone. The copper coyjackal sat tensely in the snow, brows furrowed and muscles pulled taut. Ever since news of the Boreas faction had spread, he had become increasingly aware of the importance of the added advantage shifting gave - this, however, didn’t mean he was having an easy time, as the saying “easier said than done” mirrored his current situation.

“Shift, damn it, shift! he growled to himself, frustration seeping out from his slim frame. He had lost track of time long ago, foregoing all miscellaneous thoughts in favor of concentrating in the hopes that it would somehow kick-start the shift. Sighing, the amber coyjackal lay down into the snow, a vivid blotch against his stark white surroundings. His Optime form was elusive, slipping from his grasp each time he reached for it. It had been so long – too long – since he had deviated from his four-legged body, as he had neither the time nor patience to further his attempts. Hell, he barely even had time to unwind during his spare time, with the Boreas wolves getting bolder by the second. Not that this comes anywhere close to ‘unwinding’, Noel groused, thoughts wandering once again.

The rowdy ambiance of the docks hadn’t assisted him well in his two-legged body; on the contrary, only those who did not have to live such a lawless lifestyle had the luxury of choosing their Optime forms, as the few minutes it took most Luperci to switch forms left them at their most vulnerable. What once was his second skin had slowly morphed into an unfamiliar husk, discarded and unused like an old toy. It was frustrating for him, to say the least, as many of the Inferni coyotes preferred their Optime bodies and towered over his already slender physique.

With another huff, he rose once again, closing his eyes in an attempt to drown out his surroundings. In his state of concentration, he barely registered the light crunching of snow behind him as someone approached.

OOC: Noel is in Lupus form, takes place on the plateau in Hera's Stairway; so sorry it took me this long to get this thread up! D:
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POSTED: Wed Mar 01, 2017 10:07 am

By no standards was Dove Reverie experienced beyond her years. She was a naive, sensitive soul with an abnormal selection of talents and memories. She couldn't hold her own in a fight of claw and tooth. She couldn't mark a reindeer with an arrow, let alone an enemy soldier. When thrust into a war—a concept Dove hadn't known existed outside fiction—hers was a petrification by ineffectiveness. There was no place on the frontlines for a little girl with a penchant for song and flowers.

But in the odd, occasional circumstance, such penchants found utility.

"You can't force it," said Dove following a considerable time observing him unnoticed, a crunch of snow beneath her approaching step. "Either you invite it in or it comes in on its own."

She thought back to Saffron, and how this conversation once mirrored their own.

Dove didn't know this man and a part of her didn't care to. Despite the inevitable level of empathy for his despair she did not speak up out of sympathy; Inferni needed warriors for this war, and perhaps on two legs this stranger could better fill the role she herself could not.

"Dove," she added, her features neutral at best and her tone unfriendly despite her intentions. "How much have you tried?"

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POSTED: Mon Mar 13, 2017 8:13 pm

The street-urchin hadn’t expected company in the first place, content with struggling through the arduous process by himself in the secluded clearing. Nonetheless, the coyjackal turned at the sound of a steely voice, eyes wary and adequately startled.

He had seen the female - Dove, was it? - before amongst the ravens, although he had never attempted to greet her. The coyote hybrid was beautiful enough, he supposed, with her snowy pelt and even frostier gaze - he would’ve never come up to her on his own in any other circumstance, however, as her beauty seemed glacial in its appearance - both delicate and biting all at once.

After a beat of uncomfortable silence, he rasped out his own name in return: “Noel.”

He had decided to ignore her initial words of greeting, choosing instead to reply to her second comment. Despite his hostile facade, her standoffish tone hadn’t actually rubbed him the wrong way; her arrival was not wholly unwelcome, as he was desperate for any advice available, even if it didn’t show on his stony expression.

He had little patience left within him, however, his cross attitude evident in his crabby retort. “Not enough, apparently,” he muttered sullenly, leveling his gaze onto hers. “What’s it to you?” His words matched hers in its coldness, mingling with the light chill in the air.

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POSTED: Tue Mar 14, 2017 1:48 pm

In sequence the coyote stared, muttered his name and snapped at her. She should have anticipated such response given his visible frustration but didn't. The young Reverie withdrew just slight and turned back her ears, a look of wariness and irritation cast on him as if she had been rudely affronted. Dove hadn't the self-awareness to realize she faced a mirror in him, and as such he was pardoned no airs.

What's it to you? "Nothing at all," she replied, and though her tongue and eyes sharpened like a blade's edge therein was a brutal honesty. Dove squared her shoulders and carried on, reciting the many reasons in her mind how circumstances like this were the reason she did reach out often and youthfully turning everything but herself into the scapegoat for the poor exchange.

"Try meditation." Dove huddled cold in her sweater, turning her back to him as she went away. "Good luck."

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POSTED: Tue Mar 14, 2017 11:47 pm

Word Count → 359 :: This is probably going to be my last post -- I'll leave it up to you if you want to respond!

He regretted the cutting words the moment they left his mouth.

“Wait,” the teen called out half-heartedly, hoping she was out of hearing range. He didn’t know what he would say, even if she turned around, causing in his rather lackluster attempt to draw her back. “Ugh,” he groaned, flopping back into the snow the moment she disappeared from view. He didn’t know what response he had expected, with a tongue as sharp as his. Perhaps he had just grown apathetic to the harshness of words, calloused by the life he used to lead.

Nonetheless, she had gone past his line of sight, leaving him alone. “Well, there goes my last chance,” Noel muttered to himself, contrite and disappointed. With one last self-admonishing sigh, the coyjackal pushed himself back to a sitting position. She had left him a few hints and, cryptic or not, he was taking them all to heart.

Within minutes of her disappearance he had closed his eyes again, attempting the shift once more. The crisp air cut into his lungs, icy and refreshing. He knew not how long he sat there, limbs relaxed and breathing smooth, not quite in a meditative state but something akin to it. The change was gradual, but came in a familiar rush - soon Noel could feel his slender frame shifting, deviating from his four-legged body.

Soon in the slim canine’s place sat a lanky, somber youth with piercing cerulean eyes. He flexed his fingers and pushed his streaked hair away from his eyes, noting how long it had been since he had been in his Optime skin. Noel’s mouth lifted into something that resembled a grin as he lay down once again, stretching his body out in the fluffy snow.

After a while the coyjackal rose to his feet, brushing the white powder from his torso. “Thanks, I guess,” he said aloud to the empty space around him, the words coming easier knowing that she was not around to hear them. Maybe he’d catch up to the elusive woman the next time he caught a glimpse of her in Ravenswrest and thank her face to face.

Yeah, he thought, next time.

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