10-14-2008, 10:27 PM
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[dated after the Ember-Cwmfen thread] Private, for Haku
500+
A mirthful breath lingered in there as a golden cloud, having caught the light of the setting sun. The autumn air was cool and crisp, and, save for a strip near the horizon, the heavens above lay in an overcast bow. The world was perfect, and Cwmfen nic Graine could hear the singing of the world. There was a newness in her soul and a strange exhilaration, and they shone in her white eyes like a wild fire of quicksilver. What had once been trapped was now set free, and it was a part of her that she had never before known. Where once there had been a frown there was now a smile, slight and contented now with life in these lands. The oppression and the melancholy that had threatened upon her before had been whipped away, thanks to one Ember Pheonix. One day, there would be an occasion to properly repay her. Had she not encountered the other, this birthed ability would have been left dormant.
Cwmfen found herself perched upon the limb of a great tree, its breath intermingling with that of the female’s. She breathed deeply that green air, consuming the clarity of the tree’s own substance. Exhaling, her breath lingered in the air, as did the wolf upon the limb. And, as the last ray of light fell behind the line of the trees of Dampwoods, the lithe female leapt down from that height. She was still a little awkward with her new form, but, as with all things, with practice came perfection. Her landing sounded with a dull thud in the autumnal decay of earth. The pawed fingers clawed the tender earth, bracing her body, but the white orbs were watching ahead, as if expecting company. Yet there was nothing in the growing fog, and so she rose, upon two legs. A tall and graceful creature she was, and the woad seemed, in this form, enhanced, almost seeming to glow in the half light. Her mane was thick and cropped short—boyish. While plain, there was nothing modest about her body.
The whether, though cool and crisp with a fog creeping gently in, was perfect for a bath. The acute aurals found a stream nearby, and, happening upon it, was found to be deep enough for her to bathe in. Slipping into the water, she found the cold to be a pleasant shock, emphasized by a delighted gasp. The she-wolf completely submerged herself, relieving some of the shock, and, upon resurfacing, she began run her fingers through her fur. It was not necessarily that her body needed purging so much as her mind did, and, as the minimal dirt and leaves fell away, so too did the discomforts.
Content, the female pulled herself upon a rock, shaking her coat promptly and aiding in the drying process. But the air was cold, and the drying thus would be slow. A slight shiver coursed through her body as a new kind of cold seeped in. Yet, she did not relinquish her perch.
There was someone ahead.
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[dated after the Ember-Cwmfen thread] Private, for Haku
500+
A mirthful breath lingered in there as a golden cloud, having caught the light of the setting sun. The autumn air was cool and crisp, and, save for a strip near the horizon, the heavens above lay in an overcast bow. The world was perfect, and Cwmfen nic Graine could hear the singing of the world. There was a newness in her soul and a strange exhilaration, and they shone in her white eyes like a wild fire of quicksilver. What had once been trapped was now set free, and it was a part of her that she had never before known. Where once there had been a frown there was now a smile, slight and contented now with life in these lands. The oppression and the melancholy that had threatened upon her before had been whipped away, thanks to one Ember Pheonix. One day, there would be an occasion to properly repay her. Had she not encountered the other, this birthed ability would have been left dormant.
Cwmfen found herself perched upon the limb of a great tree, its breath intermingling with that of the female’s. She breathed deeply that green air, consuming the clarity of the tree’s own substance. Exhaling, her breath lingered in the air, as did the wolf upon the limb. And, as the last ray of light fell behind the line of the trees of Dampwoods, the lithe female leapt down from that height. She was still a little awkward with her new form, but, as with all things, with practice came perfection. Her landing sounded with a dull thud in the autumnal decay of earth. The pawed fingers clawed the tender earth, bracing her body, but the white orbs were watching ahead, as if expecting company. Yet there was nothing in the growing fog, and so she rose, upon two legs. A tall and graceful creature she was, and the woad seemed, in this form, enhanced, almost seeming to glow in the half light. Her mane was thick and cropped short—boyish. While plain, there was nothing modest about her body.
The whether, though cool and crisp with a fog creeping gently in, was perfect for a bath. The acute aurals found a stream nearby, and, happening upon it, was found to be deep enough for her to bathe in. Slipping into the water, she found the cold to be a pleasant shock, emphasized by a delighted gasp. The she-wolf completely submerged herself, relieving some of the shock, and, upon resurfacing, she began run her fingers through her fur. It was not necessarily that her body needed purging so much as her mind did, and, as the minimal dirt and leaves fell away, so too did the discomforts.
Content, the female pulled herself upon a rock, shaking her coat promptly and aiding in the drying process. But the air was cold, and the drying thus would be slow. A slight shiver coursed through her body as a new kind of cold seeped in. Yet, she did not relinquish her perch.
There was someone ahead.