The Vagabond

Caillen Winters · 05-07-2010, 07:16 AM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, or strong sexual content starting with the #th post. Reader discretion is advised.

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table © Alaine
ooc: SYLVIE <3

The sun melted down towards a blistering horizon, coral pinks and bold oranges bleeding out in defiance across the soft, bruised sky. The air smelt of rain, but it had yet to come - Carried upon a persistent zephyr, the scent tickled his ebony nose, made it twitch in anticipation.

The weather was warming, growing through winter and towards the warmer climate of spring. It was to his stark pelt that the blizzards and deep blues of ice gorges still clung, the winters boy, the owl-eyes big-nose stutter-tongue boy. But Caillen was no longer a pup; beneath the gentle line of his lingering smile were a row of sharp, tapered wolf-fangs, glittering daggers revealed now as a sigh parted his maw. Still blessed with abundant youth, the teen had retained some of his gangly awkwardness, but beneath that thick, lustrous pelt now wove iron muscles, liquid machinery, and the weapons of war.

Time had changed the dreamer to a vagabond. He was a restless soul now, wandering further with each day, but to what means? The violet eyes he sought were never there, never awaiting his return, and as such the young Romeo traveled further and further in his pursuit of that longing gaze. His heart was a pneumatic, wistful thing, craving what it had once savored with much a tang of bitterness. Alaine was lost to her work within the pack, and as such, left her growing son to his lonesome much of the time. It was not neglect; It was just a single mother, working her fingers to the bone. But that had alleviated his most pressing concern - With his mother so busy, she had hardly the time nor the energy to fall into those melancholy lapses he'd so feared in his childish months.

So Caillen had found himself the owner of a larger, brawnier body, bursting to the brim with frustrated adolescent power, and nothing to do with it. He had shot right up, although everyone who had seen the pup he'd been would have known that; Now, in his lupus form, the wolfdog could tower over those his age of both pure breeds. But for all his immenseness, there was not a malicious streak in that goofy grin, those gentle sky-blue eyes.

The wind pulled his scent down through the rolling hills of the Cour des Miracles territory. Far in the distance, his wandering eyes could still see the creaking raven roof of the Chien Hotel, his 'home'. Alaine was not there - She'd been call out to tend some injured lady, or something of the sort. Consumed by his loneliness, Caillen allowed his mind to drift away pleasantly on the rolls of sun-splashed clouds o'erhead, while night slowly stole away the light.

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Sylvie Ciel · 05-09-2010, 09:04 PM

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CAILLEN. <3

Also, I'm not sure if this should be marked Mature for the poem she's singing- some people might be offended by calling a "Pussy Cat" just "Pussy"... so, just in case, would you do so? O:

WC: 812

Twilight was trickling away around their world, the light and colors slowly fading into the blackness Sylvie was so used to. A night child, one might say, continuously following her vagrant's path throughout the Miracles' land. But as of late, violet eyes sang for the end of their heart's wander-lust, the slowing of gypsy caravans in lieu of a great show, the settling of her vagabond's soul. Ebony roof swam into view, familiar turrets and tresses glinting in what was left of the battered heaven's glow, and the Chien Hotel brought a strange sense of nostalgia to the longing teen, the heavy humidity of the air pressing her to find shelter before a storm.

Alas, a dancing breeze ruffled the lupine Lilac collie's soft tresses, caressing her child-like will and whispering stories of adventure. Not tonight, thought she, muzzle raising to the wind's touch as if savoring a love's embrace. Another night, perhaps, the tiring teen would wander again, but lo, her heart sang for something more solid than the skies above her-- the reason she had begun to lift soft white paws from the firm earth and soar in worlds beyond the corporeal. A scent drifted over cream maw and milk chocolate nose, one familiar, yet new... unmistakably that which she sought.

Violet gems covered the hill beside her with soft candy kisses and sparkling stars, those which had been hidden for so long within the months of winter. Spring was coming, and with it, fireflies and blue skies, warmth and soft green things, and the companionship of a close friend. Finally, the terrible world of winter was leaving them, and with it, her will to remember those horrific events of nights past... and instead a will for nights to come burned hot within the elegant collie-dog. At last, there, upon the heights, was Caillen.

Giddy feelings of gaily sung stories and woven dreams welled up, spilling out of the lovely young teen in the form of a story, a bouncing song she had heard from the passersby.

"The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'"

Lean muscles carried their owner softly up the rolling pasture, between trees and over rocks. Time had changed the vagabond into a dreamer. Slender, shapely limbs carried a gypsy's flex to their curved shape, long, lovely body dancing always with a grace not before seen. Violet gems offered volumes, able to lose their world in the scenery with naught more than a starry gaze o'er the colors.

"Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose."

Melancholy lapses were lost to the winds of winter while she had been away, and though her feet often firmly stuck in the mud, her heart had found a way to soar far past her head. All this time Sylvie had been gone, hidden in a world of solitude before thought lost, Caillen's words and stories had continued to impress her, no matter how many times she played them over in her head.

"'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon."

With a flourish, the gypsy bowed to her audience, lilting french accent slipping away with the last syllable. Recovering, the once ball of fluff with pained past times looked up at her knight in shining cobalt, remembering each change and whorl in his beautiful slate coat. He was older now, this was certain, and his sheer height was a glorious testament to that. But for all that seemed to have changed the slightly haggard looking hybrid, Sylvie could still see traces of the clumsy partner in crime she had known so well. And so came her most beautiful smile in months.

"Hello Caillen."

Oh how she had missed that gorgeous name.

Talk. Think. Walk.

Caillen Winters · 05-12-2010, 02:44 AM

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table © Alaine
ooc: was listening to dinosaur by kisschasy when writing this :3

The sun blazed out further and further, it's valiant death a grand display that filled the world and filled the youth's heart. There was nothing quite as splendid, quite as breathtaking, as watching such a brave decease as that of the golden orb. Descending night tickled his skin, and once more, the teen reflected on his missing half - He the day-dweller, the cloud-watching blue-eyed story spinner; She the moon-mistress, the soft-spoken violet-gazed truth seeker. The slate male let his entrancing sights drift closed, felt the wind ruffle in his pelt, imagined it to be the gentle caresses of an old friend.

When the music lilted up gaily, his floppy ear twitched, and a sense of stillness stole the youth's frame. A sense of waiting. A sense of exhilaration. And even before she was seen in the moon-light dappery, he knew her voice to his core, held fast to the beautiful trill of her song.

And there she was, across from him, the zephyr swirling fireflies about her slender body.

Her beauty stole his breath away. Flushed with the pleasure of her bow, the young lady watched him watch her, her beautiful violet eyes shining just the way he remembered them too. How long had she been away this time? A month? Two? His heart shivered painfully in it's cage of ribs. She said his name, then, and the shiver became a visible quiver, the only motion that he was alive but for those animated sky-blue eyes. Caillen sat, stock still, a statue upon his hilly throne.

" Hello, Sylvie."

His voice was surprisingly cold, even to his own ears. Was that hurt that laced it's husky depths? Was it pain, quivering deep in his gradually baritone-deepening voice? And to his surprise, for the dreamer had always foregone the intensities of his own spirit, Caillen realized just how much he'd missed her, just how much her absence had torn a hole in him. There was no goofy smile to welcome her return, no clumsy gallop, no childish re-union. Sylvie had left Caillen a pining pup, and had returned not to that hopeless soul, but to a young man who knew more about his world than the dreamer ever wanted to. He knew a blade in the heart. He knew betray. He knew the touch of a woman, the blood-stir of desire.

And, looking upon this picture of her, this young lady with the moon-glow eyes, he knew the pain of true love, not a childish crush.

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Sylvie Ciel · 05-13-2010, 10:46 AM

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O: Pretty song.

WC: 763

Fireflies danced 'round her wind-swept body, carried upon the soft, warm zephyr. Yet another herald to the coming of spring. The warm nights and bright days of spring, camaraderie with friends and strangers alike to enjoy the beauty of the greenness soon to descend upon them. Spring meant new beginnings, new friends, a new year. A sense of being ready. Nothing could have held her to the Chien Hotel... even that for which she prepared. These past couple of months had been devoted to preparation, completion of a confidence she needed to face the cobalt and slate boy before her now.

She had taken all he ever told her to heart, found ways to change herself to fit him still better. The complementary pair of in the clouds and on the ground... she had risen to meet him more than halfway, standing high upon her hind limbs, fores reaching into the air alongside her face. But was it high enough to touch the skies? Either way, she needed to find out... she wanted to make sure she could reach far enough. Because for him to meet her, he would have to fall... and she wanted anything but.

Sylvie's smile grew ever wider as violet-spun orbs took in the slight quiver to Caillen's body, his non-verbal response to her familiar hark of his name. Was he truly so happy to see her, he could not stay still? How he chose to express himself in such unusual ways... it was something natural only to the handsome young hybrid. He was so wonderful, so sweet and innocent... she had finally come to terms with this. Not everyone had a terrible life, nor did they want to compare scars... they all wanted to be what Caillen was. Free of all those troubles... she had envied him for so long for this... but now she knew how to handle it. She had matured, shifted, grown. Sylvie wanted to be there for her closest friend of all time... and now she finally was able. And so...

But then came his response.

There was no goofy smile to welcome her return, no clumsy gallop, no childish re-union. His voice was cold, hurt... laced with levels of pain that Sylvie couldn't get over. A shiver shot down her spine, and could she have, her soft, wild fur probably would have turned white. Oh no... They had met in the middle.

Dancing moon-glow eyes widened in surprise while her heart tore and her smile faded into a quiet line. Did he no longer enjoy her company? Had she said something wrong? Surely that song was not the best choice for their situation...? Nay, had she had changed too much for him? Was she too wild, too much what he had tried to instill in her? Or had... had she finally left him behind too many times...? Her body wanted to run, but her mind rooted her ever grounded paws to their spot. What... why...? He had fallen.

The soft-spoken, violet-gazed truth seeker... she had found the truths she needed to understand him better playing at a soft gypsy... but it was not enough. She did not know how to react to only two simple words, one phrase of greeting... because they were laced with something she had heard in her own voice too often before. What had happened to her lovely dreamer? And... had she caused it? Did I... did I hurt him... though I tried not to? Did she drag him down?

Cream maw turned to one side, glinting amethyst gems brimming with something other than the fiery lights of stars, the playful bounce of glow-flies. Tears slowly were coming, welling out of ducts that had been dry for so long. She was hit with the painful realization of something she had somehow known all along. Caillen... He was the thunder to her lightning. The story to her act. The song to her dance. He completed her in manners that Sylvie couldn't grasp. Caillen... What had she done?

Finally, the sun completely faded, dying out, extinguishing its once happy light to all who watched or once watched it... hiding the few tears that left glowing moon-spun gems as she glanced towards her now darkened knight, unable to keep her gaze from him for too long despite her will to hide. Those animated sky-blue eyes... what did they see now? She saw cowardice, pain, those terrible days in Florida when her parents decided they no longer loved her. Her voice quivered slightly, that soft french accent all but gone.

"I'm sorry, Caillen..."

She wasn't ready to see him again after all.

Talk. Think. Walk.

Caillen Winters · 05-14-2010, 11:36 PM

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He could see, in perfect clarity, the moment where her joy, her spark, melted away.

The slate youth remained impassive, even as a little part of him died away. Was it the part that made him reach out his paw every morning in bed, still expecting that soft body to be curled up beside him? Or was it the part that had his heart soaring at the scent of lavender and salt air, wafting on the breeze, only to trail away to nothing once more? Caillen wasn't sure, but it was suddenly entombed, a perfect rose colored in the frost of his namesake.

Still they stood, each watching the other across the vastness of miles, of heartaches, the chasm of time. The wind still swept, an uneasy howl that chilled his blood, it's invisible fingers desperately trying to pull the wayward pair together. The grass between them rippled like an ocean, and Caillen became an island, sitting still as rock with his golden fringe dancing over blue skies. But Sylvie was a boat, furled sails upon to catch the next tide, her whole frame shivering with the need to either escape or approach. And her eyes, those beautiful violet eyes, welled with crystals. The icy rose in his heart cracked slightly, small fissures appearing over it's glassy surface.

In a last moment of defiance, the sun blitzed it's rays, lighting Sylvie's eyes with the most splendid hue; Just in time for him to watch a perfect salt-water tear roll down her creamy cheek and disappear in the earth below.

She turned away, and he realized with a stab in the chest that this was what had been happening their whole life. This whole time, she had turned her pain away from him, hid it in the cage of her breast, locked it away from the sky-blue gaze that would seek to uncover it still. Was their relationship just the same? Always this, nothing more? And he couldn't bear it, couldn't bear to be shunned again, couldn't stand the pain of her denial a second longer. She spoke her piece, but he was a different person, a different man, and her apologies meant nothing to him anymore. Slowly, Caillen rose, his coat rippling with health and perfection in the moon-glow, cold ivory and navy fur a polar opposite to her warm creamy caramel. For a moment, he was still again, those ice-blue eyes watching her, and then he began to change.

The bones in his body flexed, and his quadruped form melted away, fingers stretching from paws, chest broadening. It was a smooth transition - Just another thing thing she had missed, his first changing. And finally he stood before her as a true man, although still in his youth, still not of adult age. His muscles here lean from boundless energy, his height tall, his shoulders wide. And those eyes, portals to another place, a happier sky, suddenly shone with a film of tears. Because no matter how much she hurt him, she was still his moon, his heart, his love.

A smile curved about his maw. Without speaking a word, Caillen held out one hand towards her, the dreamer within him calling to her as the final remnants of ice around his heart melted away.

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Sylvie Ciel · 05-15-2010, 10:16 AM

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8D

WC: 1250 <- Holy CROW. xD

Poor Sylvie's mind felt as if it would shatter.

All this at once, each piece more emotionally charged than the last, it was hard for her to take in. Caillen's silence did little to help as the caramel damsel in distress fumbled with what she should and shouldn't do. It had been engraved into her mind so deeply as a child in that boggy world that emotions made you weak- if an alligator came upon you fighting for your sanity amidst a muddle of emotions, it would not stop to await your success or failure against yourself. It would gobble you up without a second thought. That lack of what made many had left her starved, sheltered from things she should have no trouble with. She was stunted emotionally, though not as much socially any more. Those days when Alaine would offer hugs as congratulations, Sylvie would hold fast and steady, unsure of what on earth her guardian was doing. Even when Ruri had held her in her lap all that time ago, she had naught an idea of how to sit.

And now, it seemed, the one person she allowed past those barriers, across the traps that often deterred any interaction with her, had gone too far- far enough to hurt when he did not respond. Far enough to cause the same pain her parents had. He had reached her heart, and it felt as though it would better to tear the beating muscle from her breast than to allow it any more chances to cause her pain. To lock the thing up in a box outside of her body, and bury it off in the unknown. Those tears, they were the bane of her facade, the end of that wall that had held back what she had managed to hide for so long. But this display of pain- if Caillen was an alligator, she would have been dead... and so she had tried to hide them. Because he was her shining light, and he'd always seemed to dim when she was in pain. She didn't like that reaction.

What was she worth? All this time of being gone... the gypsy she-dog was not worth anything. She was a virgin unwilling, a dancer unstable, a hard working herder unwound. But still, Caillen would not stop watching her with those ice blue eyes. Oh, how they hurt, like fire upon flesh, their meaning unknown by the inability to look at them. She steeled herself for what was surely to come- the alligator's bite. He would break her heart into tiny pieces and then leave her their to repair them, and she would deserve it. Deserve it, deserve it, for having hurt him so much. But what made her feel so bad about it?

Soft frame shook gently, all four paws rooted, tail low, face staring, staring, lost in the green grasses before its vivid violet gaze. That soft sky-blue gaze on her, hot upon quivering frame- it made her wonder still more. Why did it matter so much? Why did what exactly he thought of her sting so much? The soft-spoken gypsy had been off and lawless all this time, taking only half stock in what other canines had been telling her, had thought of the wild little teenager off and traversing about, scented of lavender and salt water.

What had she cared then? What did she feel for Caillen whose name had been forgotten? She knew the analogies that fit it, and that it involved letting him into her heart... but what was it called? Surely... surely it wasn't love? Any last remnants of denial was swept away in the rush of thoughts following. It was love... and it was about to break her. The death blow was coming. Icy fingers seized her heart with hopes of quickly protecting the bruised flesh from tearing anymore...

The sensation of movement passed through the air near her, and though she braced herself, nothing came. Tears still trickling down caramel cheeks, those vivid moon-glow gems opened their clenched lids, staring at the grasses below them. What... what? Quietly, they wrested from their previous engagement of counting the grasses on the earth, settling softly upon the young man he now was, that slightly goofy smile upon his chiseled maw. One ivory paw was extended to her, a soft gesture of comfort. She was flabbergasted, eyes wide with confusion. A new spike of pain jumped as she realized she had missed his first change, hadn't been there when the moon finally claimed his body, rearranging it into a form more useful than the one they had inhabited before.

He was a handsome thing now, built so strongly into a better-suited size for those once too-large paws, his mane still that striking orange that stuck out among the rest of his cobalt blue coat. But alas, he had missed her first change as well... and she had preferred it that way. To keep him from seeing her in such great distress, even if the pain was not all that bad, she was glad he hadn't seen the way it stung... though she'd wished for his comfort for so long after its completion. This... this truly is love, in't it?

The she-dog kept that bright gaze upon him as she then began to change. White ruff lengthened and spread out into soft, fluffy spikes up her neck, while the now more obvious lopsided heart-shape upon her lupine's forehead sprouted into lilac to white gradient bangs, falling into those ever staring gems. Limbs lengthened, stretching, until she could no longer hold all fours comfortably and had to stand. Those slim arms and legs completed their change with soft hands upon the forepaw and that standing footpaw bend, paws melting away into them. Torso lengthened while chest widened a touch, and Sylvie suddenly felt self-conscious.

That dress Alaine had helped her find was still tied as a bandanna around her neck, but she had finally grown just a little too tall for it- and hadn't yet lengthened the silly thing. She wasn't exactly what one would call luscious, though those soft curves were showing through her still teenage form, but still she felt the embarrassment of needing to cover up. Caillen had to think her indecent, for not putting on something...

"Umm..."

A heavy blush snuck onto creamy cheeks, warming the skin below the soft moonlight fur. About to apologize again, Sylvie held her tongue in favor of letting him decide. She wasn't exactly used to being... naked, for lack of a better word, in front of people. She tended to keep this to herself, off gallivanting alone before putting on her too-small dress and scouting the nearby territories. Still, despite the slight embarrassment that slipped over her glinting, watery eyes, she tenderly placed her own hand in his, as if worried he might pull back that comforting gesture as she neared it.

She loved him, so very dearly. But parts of her past still sprung to mind at the idea of love. She had loved her parents, and they had betrayed her, used her for nothing but personal gain, before tossing her into the ocean that clung so fervently to her scent now, almost a year later. Caillen... he would never do such a thing, right? Alaine had... taught him better, right? She knew this. He would protect her, and even if he couldn't completely do so, she wouldn't care. He was her sun, her heart, her love- and nothing would change that.

Talk. Think. Walk.

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