Shadows of the Past

Yi TaeKyung · 07-05-2011, 05:08 PM

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Not sure where this thread will go—but it should be fun, ^w^ She’s in lupus form.
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The black fae had slowly traveled from the deep woods of Ethereal Eclipse back north. She did not know why she did not travel further south, but something north had seemed to call to her. Once, almost two moons ago when she had first arrived on these strange lands, the white orbs had caught sight of something upon the twilight horizon—a city. Initially, she had chosen to ignore it, for the silhouette and not proven impressive to one who had hailed from a land that harbored the concrete skeletons of massive skyscrapers. But as her longing for her home and her increasing isolation from the culture here had grown, the image of the concrete forest called to her. She had long since been resolved to not regret her long journey, but the young female had felt unable to assimilate to this new culture—perhaps she even resisted it. It was, perhaps, an unhealthy habit. Yet, her diligent practice of Taekwondo had kept her heart and passion alight. The lunar orbs continued to flicker with that cold and empty flame.

And surely her father’s blood did indeed run within her veins. The dark dreams that filled her mind only grew in significance as she traveled in the shadows of the night. Those lunar orbs, so perfect for the darkness, was no match for daylight hours. Indeed, the single instance in which she had forced herself to continue her hunt for food had caused her vision’s vibrant colours to lessen—but the colour lingered still. He heart grew darker, the tenebrous soul consumed by the obsidian world in which she lived.

Halifax. The city was unimpressive to the Korean hybrid, but she did not take it for granted. The concrete forest provided her with that small solace. For a moment, she simply stood there, stationary in the darkness, naught but the shadows her coat so keenly hid within. Black auricles lifted above her head like the horns of netherworld specters, a shadow of her father’s blood. As the young woman had grown into adulthood, she had taken on many of his traits. And yet, somehow her mother’s neutrality continued to balance the impending darkness of the hybrid’s soul. A mirthless smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It was almost sad. A memory flickered to the surface, a memory that she quickly pushed back. The even had been the cause of her departure from her homeland, and the young Jindo-wolf was still unable to accept it. It was her one regret perhaps. One that allowed the shadows of the world to so easily enter her heart, that allowed her to even welcome the shadowy tendrils that fingered their way into her being.

The nighttime silence was broken by the merciless clawing of her talons upon the paved road—so different from the soft earth of the woods. She moved through the empty streets, alone still and without a trace of another. She almost preferred it now. TaeKyung did not know where she was going, or where she would stop. There was nothing that she was looking for, and yet she felt that she searched for something specific....

She turned into a building, engulfed now in near-complete darkness. Yet she was not blind there. Once, many seasons ago, another wolf with eyes like her own had met the black-eyed Korean here, and a vigilante coyote had killed him, setting fire to the place. She knew none of that history. She could only smell the ashes that still lingered here. She turned into a room, sensing a heavy darkness that she had not yet sensed within these lands. The obsidian fae paused—almost surprised by the heaviness that she had felt only within her homelands. The hybrid was within a room, the remnants of a bed and a fireplace visible for the ashes-- there was even a brand with a familiar character: 無. The hybrid lifted the cold metal in her strong jaws. She wanted this strange reminder of her homeland.

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