[/html]The sky was a soft gold, accented by fluffy, pink streaked clouds. Over the water, the sun was sinking slowly. It was picturesque. She found the whole thing beautiful and could not have asked for a better night to walk along the shore. For now, at least, the confusion and fright of the unknown was abated. When she had first come to this place, fresh with heartbreak and (as she often told others) moving forward, Cercatori had been a sort of haven for her.
She had learned very quickly that even such lovely places could know darkness. It had come before, and came again. What naivety had remained in her was gone now, and she looked upon the world with the same kind (if now wizened) blue eyes. Absentmindedly her fingers toyed with the metal rose, tarnished and losing its luster, and she let out a sigh. Things would be better; things always got better.
This thought eased some of her worry. The water rushed up to her feet but did not come to her ankles, or the loose and flowing red skirt above them. She had taken to wearing this, with its up-the-side slits, as a dual sort of cautionary thing—if could clear away tears and bind a wound, if the need came for it. She had found that both came more often together than she would have liked. It was a pretty thing none the less, accented by soft, jingling bells. Rosie had no reason to skulk about like some common thief. This was her home.
'cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
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Her young was growing so beautifully, so perfectly - it was amazing, to see the growth of their youth. The most valuable time, the most vulnerable time, to be alive.. And a wondrous time, as well. Esmeralda and Ares's personalities at this time contrasted sharply from Skye's almost hollow demeanor - eyes and ears now open, they were curious, aware, alive. Every sight, every sensation, was a new experience for them - the leaves of trees shivering in the brisk air, the sounds of the birds singing and flapping their wings to ready themselves for their migration to the south. All that was old to Skye, all that she had already experienced, her kin were now experiencing for the first time in their lives. A familiar scent was on the wind - her pups, young as they were, could not detect it, but Skye's own nose could. She followed it, emerging on the beach; a figure was there, a familiar figure - Roselle, or Auntie Rosie as she insisted the others call her. Skye simply called her Rosie - she had known her long enough for that. "Hello, Rosie," she said amiably enough, attempting to mask her hollowness for the time being. Her pups yipped in her arms, excited at the scent of another canine. "How are you today?" .freebjuly13 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e9f2f9; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #7f96b6;} .freebjuly13 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly13 {margin:0 auto; width:415px; background-color:#81acc1; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... july13.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2d586d; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#2d586d; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+
09-07-2012, 10:22 AM
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She had no qualms in handing her pups to the slender dog woman - she had proven herself to be almost like a mother to all in the pack, including and perhaps especially the pups. They cried out softly as they were transferred from Skye's hands to Roselle's, but they quieted down as the soft, long fur of the sight hound's body warmed them and cushioned them in a pillow-like way. "It is," Skye said softly in response to Roselle's admiration of the sunset. It was an unusually bright and orange sunset - it was beautiful, and she was glad that she was there to see it. "Another end of the day.. I guess all things get better, don't they?" She was not talking about the sunset any longer, but of the events in the pack. Things had gone by, horrible things.. she could not shake them from her mind. .freebjuly13 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e9f2f9; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #7f96b6;} .freebjuly13 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly13 {margin:0 auto; width:415px; background-color:#81acc1; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... july13.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2d586d; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#2d586d; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+
09-09-2012, 02:16 PM
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She nodded slowly, absorbing Roselle's thickly-accented words. She knew that the feathery sight hound Saluki was right; all things passed, eventually, and all things - both good and bad - had to come to an end sooner or later. Tragedy struck, perhaps more than once, but the clouds would make way for the sun.. it just seemed that to Skye, it never would. Tragedy struck all pups at the same time - how? She shook the thoughts from her head, willing herself to force a smile that would not come. "You are right," she said to Roselle, still staring out at the setting sun. It was a brilliant orange-gold now, morphing the sea into an ocean of lava, bright and hot against the cool purple-tinged sky. A beautiful end to a beautiful day, but the events were not beautiful. "Are you finding everything well?" she asked, meaning of the woman's well-being. Roselle loved to care for all, Skye knew - she was a mother to the pack, and not just to the pups that she adored. She knew that it caused her pain, to see the tragedies strike, and Skye wanted to know if she was alright. .freebjuly13 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e9f2f9; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #7f96b6;} .freebjuly13 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly13 {margin:0 auto; width:415px; background-color:#81acc1; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... july13.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2d586d; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#2d586d; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+
09-27-2012, 10:33 AM
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She watched her pups, content in the sighthound's warm, feathered arms. They looked sleepy now, content - just as they should be. Just as the rest of the pack should be.. soon, perhaps, when the tides of grief pulled over and revealed tranquil sands, just as the tides of the oceans did each night and each day. "I'm glad to hear it," she said; Roselle had never been the fiercest of the pack, nor the strongest, but she was always kind, always motherly, and that did just as much for the pack as a guardian did. "It'll be the only world they'll know.. and then spring will come," she said, remembering the awe in Robert and Erzulie's eyes when they first saw the snow melting away - the only land they had ever truly known, after they became aware of their surroundings - and being replaced with bright, vibrant new colors and life and sounds and scents. It was almost magical. .freebjuly13 b {font-weight:bold; color:#e9f2f9; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #7f96b6;} .freebjuly13 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freebjuly13 {margin:0 auto; width:415px; background-color:#81acc1; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... july13.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2d586d; padding: 150px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#2d586d; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #;letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> 000+
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