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- Silas Agata - 10-19-2009 [html] I had free time, so I'm posting this now. Reply whenever! :] He had decided to branch out. And not just to Arachnea’s Revenge which bordered so closely to this city, but way out. Silas had decided that today he would make a long trek – spending all hours of the light out exploring. He and his family were supposed to be getting information about their surroundings, but Silas had used most of his time to mess around in the city. But not today. The Russian boy was determined to actually discover something today. The shattered coast was west of the city and was where Silas wandered first. By traveling slightly north along the edge of ethereal eclipse, he passed over the territory of Cour de Miracles, where the man from the liquor store had been from. He let his instincts guide him, and turned whenever he felt like it. After half the day had been spent, Silas wound up on the south-eastern border of the rabbit lake. It was there where he decided to rest along the shore for a bit, shifting from lupus to Optime and laying out on his back. The leaves had begun to change since autumn was upon them, but there had still been plenty nice days full of sunshine and blue skies. Today was much like that. Silas studied the shapes of the clouds contently, readjusting the bandana around his neck before cushioning his head in the cradle of his arms. [/html] - Mati Church - 10-24-2009 [html]
thanks for starting. <3
Distractions could be found everywhere, plentiful and fulfilling their purpose perfectly. As a result, she had no more canvases and her pencils needed replacing for even those had become short and dull. As the pack’s pup-sitter there was no shortage of young and mischievous minds to mold and curb. But it wasn’t what the young woman needed, it was a brief moment to relax and simply breathe.
The wolfess walked from the Manor, the day slowly coming to a close Mati wished to steal away the last few hours of daylight. She carried nothing, leaving her sketchpad behind and among the mess of papers and paintbrushes in her sun room studio. It was her constant companion, but even the most perfect pair needed time apart. A stray pencil sat among her mane behind her ear, but it was the only thing that traveled with her.
Rabbit Lake was calm, quiet and beckoned her to walked beside it’s shores. Her thoughts were muddled, and the Church woman willed her mind to forget the confusion and questions that seemed to forever roll through her thoughts. Purple eyes looked form the blazing foliage of reds, yellow and browns to the serene blues and greens that played along the lake’s surface.
The tall she-wolf walked slowly, and almost missed the scent that lingered in the air. It was unfamiliar and did not belong among the Dreamer’s lands. Though not one to develop a conflict the large formed woman sought the owner and found the figure lying along the shore. - Silas Agata - 11-06-2009 [html]
- Mati Church - 11-09-2009 [html]
sorry this is short.
Mati didn’t really consider herself a pack protector. She was the Nanny and would rather watch over pup play then defend the border from rouges. Were there really any wild beasts anymore? She wondered as she looked at the stranger lounging along the shore. He looked far from feral with his blue handkerchief around his neck. It almost matched the eyes that looked at her as he rose to greet her. Yet they were less rich, but a fabric would surly rip before holding a color as sharp. The sky reflected in clear ice watched her, his words heavy with some sort of accent and distracting her from the mere look of him.
“This is Crimson Dreams.” She told before asking, “Where are you from?” She was capable as asking questions just as hastily as he was. His accent, and the mere sight of him were foreign. It almost made her smile as she looked downwards at him. Instead of kicking him out Mati sat beside him, waiting to know where it was he hailed from. His scent gave her no notion, and if he was lone beast perhaps he needed a home. - Silas Agata - 11-14-2009 [html]
- Mati Church - 11-19-2009 [html]
fail wait...
Mati was happy to inform the male of her pack and all their mysteries, even if she didn’t know she was an easy lock to pick. The secrets would come a-pouring with a few simple questions. All he needed to do was ask. Mati thought herself a fair judge of character. And the young black and tan beast didn’t look like one to be weary of, with his blue kerchief around his neck. The fey wore nothing, as was her nature. Unlike the other teen wolfess that stalked the Dreaming lands. Princess basked in gowns and dresses as if her mother had not given her all she needed to be protected from the elements. His accessory made her think of the Chance sibling, and her thoughts were briefly unpleasant.
His accent made it difficult for her to understand, but she worked through the message and responded,
A Russo? She didn’t think that anyone by the name lived in the Manor, and she had heard no one with such a tongue. “No, I really don’t think so.” Mati looked at his blue eyes for a moment before hastily introducing herself, - Silas Agata - 11-27-2009 [html]
- Mati Church - 11-27-2009 [html]
no worries <3.
Mati had never been anywhere, never gone across the sea as a few had described to her in the past and now as this male spoke humorously with his hands. He had opened a creative door for the young woman, who returned his smile. It wasn’t often that another smile at her in such a way, teasing almost. “No” she responded, outlining in the lake’s sand first a strait line and then the rough notion of a wolf seated on it. She told her own story, as he had though now
She was sad for him, sad that she could give him such new as his sibling’s whereabouts. It would have been a nice thing to see, such a joyous reaction. Well, Mati figured that it would be a good thing for him to reunite with them. She could not find anger in his face as he thought of them. He faltered off topic for a moment, commenting on her name though only enough for her to be shyly gracious for the compliment. “Thanks” He moved right along to her delight to answer her question. It seemed like he didn’t know them at all. “Oh,” she countered, thinking of the half siblings she had yet to meet. She at least knew where they were. “did you come all this ay to find them?” she wondered. Would she go a sliver of the distance to know those that her mother had just recently bore? She supposed it possible, but was it worth it? - Silas Agata - 11-27-2009 [html]
- Mati Church - 11-27-2009 [html] Mati smiled as she listened, picturing every beast on the boat hanging their maw overboard with a spell of sickness.
- Silas Agata - 11-28-2009 [html]
- Mati Church - 11-28-2009 [html] She shook her head and smiled at his surprised tone.
His voice became slightly sullen as he spoke about his family that he left. Mati understood, too well. But then again, it was so different. Her kin were so close compared to the millions of miles that must separated him from his mother and brother. She didn’t like the thought of being without Anu, without someone right at hand that she could trust and confide in. Haven was of course just half a day’s travel east. She watched out of the corner of her eyes as he looked skyward, obviously reflecting on his new adventure. She continued to draw, listening as always.
- Silas Agata - 12-19-2009 [html] Sorry for the wait & the shortness. <33 "Eet very good," he told her, nodding at the drawing. Silas had never really ventured into the world of art, and so he had no clue whether or not he could really draw anything. Mati, it seemed, had developed a hand at this. Her wolf wasn’t as crude as Silas’ would have been if he had attempted to draw one. "Do you ‘ave family ‘ere?" After reflecting on his own, he was slightly curious about her's now. Perhaps they all lived here in Crimson Dreams borders, staying together in one tight knit family. Silas silently wished he had that, though he supposed the adventure of his family’s new life was kind of exciting. For a moment, he let his gaze return to the sky, half expecting to see a bird soaring overhead and stealing glances down upon the duo of wolves. .silas-family p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:25px; } .silas-family b {color:#1B2A5B;} .silas-family-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:1px; } .silas-family {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#BAD6DA; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/silastable.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:175px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Mati Church - 12-20-2009 [html]
short too
She pulled away from those thoughts and focused on answering his question, - Silas Agata - 12-28-2009 [html] Ooh, I love Mati's new avatar! "Two mothers?" Silas asked, wondering if he had understood her words right. He had never heard of such a thing before, but perhaps her siblings were from different litters. That could explain things. But then, what of a father? There was no mention there, but Silas did not press. He wouldn’t be the one to dig into things that were better kept in the dark. "I ‘ave ‘eard of Cours. I meet volf from zhere. He vas very nice; not Haven zhough." Silas readjusted his posture, curling his legs underneath him into a pretzel and resting his palms in his lap. "Zhey don’t vant to live ‘ere? I zhink eet ees very nice ‘ere." He motioned towards Rabbit Lake, which was picturesque in itself; not to mention the striking, pleasant souls that lived here as well. .silas-family p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:25px; } .silas-family b {color:#1B2A5B;} .silas-family-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:1px; } .silas-family {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#BAD6DA; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/silastable.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:175px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Mati Church - 12-28-2009 [html]
Kiri is amazing!
It was such a beautiful day. It reminded her of spring, and didn’t speak a word of winter. Snow was not far off, and in the weeks to come there would be many changes. The cold would settle in the air, snow on the ground. Those that felt the need would venture off, and she was sure a few might seek refuge among the pack for winter’s worst. But, for the moment Mati was happy to simply bask in the glow of the sun and enjoy the company of Silas. It was east to speak with, and just as eager as she to make a new acquaintance.
Mati nodded once at his question and spoke to explain,
- Silas Agata - 12-28-2009 [html] He had barely noticed as the sun adjusted its position in the sky. It had rotated around them, as if where they sat was the fixed focal point, slowly sinking towards the horizon. Still, the rays of light still offered some warmth against Silas’s fur and he wished he could hold onto these last weeks of autumn. Soon winter would be upon them, and the Russian had to wonder if his family would decide to stay in the motel throughout the annual snowstorms. He figured they’d find somewhere to settle, be it with an existing pack or by creating a new one. "Oh, I see," Silas chimed, referring to Mati’s explanation of her mothers. It made sense, even though it still left the question of who her father was. Still, Silas did not press. He wouldn’t let his mind come up with ridiculous explanations either, even though a few had started to crop up. Those he pushed out of his consciousness and instead listened to Mati’s sweet voice continue. "I ‘ave never been zhere – to Cours. Zhough, I ‘ave passed by eet on my vay ‘ere. Uhh, Heath said zhere are many dogs zhere. And man vith one arm!" He still was curious how that happened in the first place, but was slightly revolted by the idea of it. "I hope I come ‘ere again one day. I do like eet ‘ere. You ‘ave been very nice to me." He smiled at her sincerely, before offering, "I live vith mine family in zhe city. You visit sometimes? I vill show you around. Zhere is lots to see zhere." Because she had been so nice from the beginning about letting him stay there within Crimson Dreams borders, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to let her explore the world where Silas and his family lived (even though it was technically neutral ground). Still, he liked the idea of seeing her again. .silas-family p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:25px; } .silas-family b {color:#1B2A5B;} .silas-family-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:1px; } .silas-family {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#BAD6DA; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/silastable.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:175px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Mati Church - 12-31-2009 [html] So very engrossed in the conversation Mati did not see that the sky had turned from its afternoon bright blue to a hazier and darker pallet. Eyes had wandered from the black and brown male to the sand picture they had drawn together. The wolves looked tired in their picture, and the clouds and birds dimmer among the slightly shadowed sands.
Mati nodded, knowing that there were more dog hybrids then there were pure wolves. She knew that there were only a few hybrids among her pack, and she even knew she had a small amount of coyote blood thanks to her father. She figured it didn’t matter much, as she noticed that the tawny male shared a few features brought to him by doggish genes. His ice blue eyes were not exactly wolf born, but of course her own purple were a mystery when looking at her genealogy.
The Church wolfess was slightly embarrassed by his kind words, and left speechless for a moment. His offer was too kindly offered to refuse, even though she was always uneasy when she tried to explore Halifax. - Silas Agata - 01-02-2010 [html] Silas was stunned to see that Mati was just as surprised by the Cours de Miracles king’s affliction of having only one arm as he was. He smiled a bit at that, but pushed the image out of his head. For some reason it just made his stomach turn the wrong way. The only time he’d seen an animal without one of its limbs was in death. To be that way in life seemed horribly wrong. He didn’t want to picture it. Her reply to his offer was simple, but just what he wanted to hear. Her soft voice echoed in his chest, "Okay." Now he didn’t really want to leave, as he had realized he enjoyed the young Church girl’s company. Plus, he couldn’t deny that he liked looking at the pretty lilac eyes of hers. But the sky overhead was beginning to grow darker and the shadows amongst them had begun to grow larger and deeper. The trek home would take quite a while, but Silas was confident he’d have plenty of things to keep himself busy. His interaction with Mati, albeit it short, would most likely replay over in the young Russian’s mind. "Vell, I must go back. Eet is getting late." He slowly picked himself up from the sandy shores, glancing for a moment at their collaborative drawing and smiling to himself. He wondered how long it would remain there before the wind, a passing animal, or perhaps a stray wave from the lake would wash it away into nothingness. He offered her a hand, figuring she wouldn’t remain on the beach alone after he had gone. He could be wrong, of course, but it didn’t really cross his mind. "Eet been nice talking vith you. I hope I vill see you again soon." .silas-family p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:25px; } .silas-family b {color:#1B2A5B;} .silas-family-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:1px; } .silas-family {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#BAD6DA; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/silastable.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:175px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Mati Church - 01-02-2010 [html]
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There was no denying the change in the sky’s color, or in the temperature as they sat beside the lake. Mati did not worry about getting home late, for she was merely steps away from where she slept, but Silas would have to wander all the way back to his home, however far that might truly be. The girl smiled, unable to help or stop the soft warm feeling that his gaze brought to her chest. He had been sweet, his accented voice new and exciting and his storied riveting. As he stood to leave, Mati got up as well, ready to venture home as he was.
She watched at the Russian male turned and wandered off into the evening dusk. Her thoughts cloudy from the experience and she found it hard to focus on the words spoken. Silently she hoped the same, though with lone wolves it was always hard to keep track of their wanderings. Part of her said not to get her hopes ups and that the blue eyed male would be gone for good, nothing but a passing breeze in a winter storm. But he hadn’t been harsh nor cold, so maybe he was like the gusts of summer, unlikely to happen twice on the same day and kissed with the sun’s warm or the southern current.
Violet eyes wandered to the ground, passing the sketch that would last only moments longer then their conversation, and then picked up the tail that would without a doubt take her home. |