[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... -mab_t.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
You can decide what form Cwmfen should be in, ^=^
Only the silence seemed to change. It was not something that was immediately known. It was subtle, as the soft breath that the wind gives when a butterfly’s wing kisses the sun, the wing burning with each golden ray. But the golden light was absent, and the grey of clouds muted the orb’s warmth. The world lay in silver, gilded and lined with delicate strokes. The air was heavy with the shadows, thick with the lack of light. The birds did not sing, nor did the heavens. Not even the waters. Only the trees. They whispered softly, their voices neither rejoicing nor condemning. But something changed. It was not the world, and yet the change was present everywhere. It was subtle—
And the silence...
Rain. The tears of the heavens fell, although not even they knew for what it was that they wept. The trees fell silent then, the whispers dying only to be replaced by the quiet roar of tears crashing upon the world that waited. The earth drank thirstily but not greedily. The earth was thankful for this drink. The air was heavy with the darkness and the shadows,
A shadow more dense then those of the world was unmoving. That tenebrous form had seen the workings of this place before. The scents—they were familiar. It was as if she had arrived through a Dream, as if the wings of the one-eyed raven had carried her that great distance, that distance away from three that were held within her mind most prominently. But when she had left, the mind had relinquished them, keeping only the memories that kept that silver soul warm. The world sang to her, and the tears of the heavens fell upon her wearied body, washing the ocean’s brine that remained still within her coat. She remembered these lands, and the lands remembered her and blessed her with that cathartic rain.
The woad-bound maw lowered, and the white orbs revealed themselves so that the world may reveal itself to her. They shown in the half-light of the dim day, shining as they had before. It had been many months since she had seen this place. It was different, but she recognized it. The Warrior, however, seemed unnervingly unchanged. Ageless and timeless, she seemed preserved, as if the immortality of Nemain herself were preserved.
That strong song rose upon the air, sent from her throat with the fury of War, and yet with the tranquility of an enlightened Warrior. The voice of the pied bird called after that song, and together their voices echoed in the vaults of the Gods. And then the voice was silent, the maw lowering once more. The woad-marked warrior knew that Cercelee would not come, nor would Haku. They did not belong within these lands any longer. The scents were familiar and the warrior did not forget.
The raven’s wings cut the air like a black blade. The woad bound ears lifted, drinking in the whisper of the rain that fell upon those tenebrous wings. Patience. The warrior’s song lifted within her soul, rising as had the sudden rain.
[/html]
[html]
I apologize for the wait, Req<3 Welcome back  I'm so happy to see you and Cwmfen back!
He enjoyed the rich fragrances of the season’s spirits, but rain offered a fresh change. It felt like it had the power to cleanse the word with its soft chime and purity. He moved swiftly out of the door and into the damp scenery under a weeping sky. Tongue reached out from his lightly hued maw to catch some of the falling liquid. His nights were black with frightening images he could not decipher, but his days were vivid and happy. Except for the fact that his love no longer lived in these lands. Loneliness was a more notable burden now than it had ever been. She had been the children’s mother, but the golden male was not entirely alone. Friendships had bloomed and he was not alone despite that enormous feeling of void left after Alexey Koios.
A call sounded surprisingly close and the male found that he had wandered far from Wolfville and was closing the borders. Lips wanted stretch, but he was uncertain it would result in a frown or a smile. It was too easy to lose himself into a quiet void now and to be frank it sort of freaked him out a bit. Reeling inside, his paws quickened their pace to carry him to his former martial art master.
Once his lavender eyes finally settled on the woman’s body he slowed down into walk again, tilting his head and unable to holding back a smile. There was worry though—she was on her own. ”Cwmfen,” was all the yearling could think to say as he extinguished the distance between them. She had not changed, but he knew he had. He had grown to become his father in size, but his appearance was his own and made out of gold and warm caramel.
Table credit: Alli/Anu[/html]
[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... -mab_t.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
No worries! And thank you~ <3
Is lupus form okay?
The raven wheeled above in the damp air, the single eye turned toward the earth. He saw the approaching figure first, but the Warrior below heard the footfall. The pied bird called, the hoarse voice muted by the rain, before he descended. The black claws gripped the shoulder of the woad-bound wolf, but the hungering talons did not mar her flesh. Silently, the empty gaze fell upon the path ahead as if seeing he that had not yet appeared. The soft breathing of the bird stroked the woad-banded ears, and the song that bound the two creatures rose up within her soul. The white orbs smiled faintly, a subtle change in the movement of that strange light. But the maw was still, neither aggressive nor peaceful, held in that unnerving manner without bias or hint of what hid within her breast. The Warrior was welcoming, but she gave warning as well.
The one who came was not immediately familiar upon those white orbs, but the scent that came to her through the dark rain allowed her to identify the male. It was a scent that she knew well, and it was a scent that now lingered among the many that had marked the boarders of her old home. The corners of her lips moved faintly—a smile. Her ears moved at the sound of her name, a foreign name spoken on the tongue of this adult. She found it curious how words sang differently on every tongue.
The wolf rose, her movement so graceful that the pied creature at her shoulder was not made uncomfortable. The woad bound maw dipped respectfully to the one who know sat upon the flower throne. "Conor," the alto melody greeted in likeness. The silver tones seemed to dance upon the air, unmarred by the falling rain that cut the space between them. "I have been gone a long time," the melody continued. She had found that stating such obvious circumstances was custom in such conversations, and she had grown accustom to speaking in that manner. "But a Dream has called me back should you allow me to rejoin you." The Raven Warrior briefly lowered her gaze, posturing in a modest manner. She knew the laws. Regardless of her place prior to her departure, regardless of her belligerent prowess, Cwmfen nic Graine was inferior to the large male.
The bird blinked once as his black gaze beheld the other. Conor had filled the shape of his father, a beautiful shape. But Conor was not Haku. The thought of his father stirred something within the female, something faint and faraway like a memory, for surely what was then was now nothing more than that. "Much has changed," the Caledonian song softly noted. Yet, it was uncertain whether it was of the world of of the wolf that she spoke.
[/html]
[html]
Ah, yeah, sorry! Lupus is finefine 300+
The young wolf wondered if he should be angry. It had all started when the two female leaders had left. Haku had no longer had anyone holding his reins and so all hell had been let loose. The yearling wanted to understand why she had taken up and left. He had his suspicions, of course, but all he knew with certainty was that she had disappeared. Although he could not prove it, he believed Haku had been one of perhaps several reasons for why they had run. Cwmfen had two children to take care of and Cercelee had been pregnant. Ears flickered backwards—he did not wish to know the two wolves that once had been Dahlia’s peaceful leaders as selfish, though he would not be able to judge them if it turned out that it was this that had driven them to make the choice to flee.
He merely nodded as she stated the obvious. He did not know for how long, but long enough to turn the world upside down. Evil had ruined everything that the pack had managed to build up after the first war. There were no such thing as a phoenix, and he wondered if Dahlia would ever manage to wrestle through a rebirth and shake off the ashes. Conor had never known much of Cwmfen’s ways, and though he was older now than he had been since the last time their eyes had gazed upon one another, he did not understand her Dream. Conor decided for once to poke his nose where it did not belong. ”Where is your family?” Onus and the two children.. where were they?
He nodded again as she for the second time stated the obvious. Everything had changed. Was she able to see the present damage at the borders of the pack she once ruled? ”Haku ruined us.”
Table credit: Alli/Anu[/html]
[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... -mab_t.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Bleh
Her family? Her mind wandered then to a place far away to a place that held two children of the Wren and a coyote to whom she had given her heart. Yes, they were not at her side. Perhaps she would not see them again. But the world was filled with meetings and departures. However she would long for them, she knew that she must do what was required of her. What became of her family was now in the hands of the vigilante. "They are where I have left them," the warrior simply stated, "in a place far from here." A faint smile seemed to dance upon the quiet lips, but it was not warmed with golden light. She did not think that Onus had been happy, but the two-egg twins had desired to remain, and the Warrior had requested that the coyote stay behind if only to watch over them in their early years. She was thankful that he had complied.
The Warrior offered an imperceptible nod. The Raven clicked his beak, blinking as if moving on to a different thought or memory. "We do not chose what the world shall give us," the a lot melody offered softly. "We simply accept what the world gives and do what we are compelled to do." And that was why she was there, standing before Conor at the boarders of Dahlia de Mai. The white orbs passed briefly over the land behind the golden male. "But nothing is ever beyond repair. Where there is death, life will rise up once more." The white orbs returned to Conor, almost pointedly. It seemed that the tones that sang from the black fae’s throat offered respect for Dahlia’s new leader. Conor had picked up where his father had discarded the broken fragments of the pack. The Warrior’s mind dwelt momentarily upon what it was that had occurred in her absence, but she did not ask. She would know when she was supposed to know, even if that time never came.
For now, she simply wished for the end of that particular Dream and the means to achieve that end. The Warrior would fight for this pack as she once had, for her loyalty was ever adamant. "You will know what to do."
[/html]
[html]
<3300+
Her answer did not provide him with any more information than what he deserved, he supposed. It had to mean that they all were alive and well still, and what more could one hope for? He did not understand how she could leave her family behind like that, but she had spoken of her Dream and though he could not understand it, this was evidently important enough to leave her loved ones behind, though probably only temporarily. Lilac eyes studied the blue mark’s enchanting her face and wondered if she would be here for long. He could not deny her—she was the former sub-leader and had been wonderful at it. Her personality was stable and aesthetic, and Dahlia could need another helping hand to support it, no matter how temporary it would be.
He nodded as she spoke pretty, wise words, but he could not fully participate in the optimism in her words. It had all been so ugly and there had been so much loss. Peace was here, but ghosts walked the streets at night and everyone had lost people they knew and cared for. And sometimes, things were beyond repair. He did not wish to think so though. Dahlia de Mai needed to live as it once had when he was a stupid, young puppy. ”This is your home for as long as you want it to be,” the boy chose to admit, believing in a freer world than his father and others before him. Her final words teased his sensitive ears and he shook his head in firm defiance. ”I don’t know what to do.”
The title was pretty and important, but Conor was no one special. He had taken the title because someone needed to, but he was no more important than anyone else and he did not at all know what to do. Dahlia survived because they had learned to stand together. He was weak, but he had found people who cared for him and helped keep him sane. Friendship and love was what kept the pack alive, but would it be enough?
Table credit: Alli/Anu[/html]
|
Hey, welcome to 'Souls. You've just joined the craziest bunch of wolf roleplayers on the vast internet. If you haven't done so already, you should check out the rp guide for detailed information about our werewolves and other general role playing information. Now that you're accepted, you need to do two things:
___1. Make your first IC post within five days.
___2. Update your profile with a bit of background information on your character. You can also start saving up points toward titles and icons and cool stuff. Check out the Open Threads and Thread Requests forum for people looking to roleplay. You can post random out of character chat in the OOC Garbage with us, too. |
[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... -mab_t.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Yay~ <3
A soft smile of gratitude graced the wolf’s quiet lips. "I thank you for your kindness." Cwmfen knew that her departure must seem treacherous to the younger male. Indeed, the Warrior had felt as if she had abandoned her ranks, and that was not acceptable to the Warrior. But she had felt compelled to depart, and she had seen many instances in which her presence had caused the pack more harm than good. The death of Ril’o was a constant reminder the Warrior. She learned often that not all fights were meant to be fought. Some things were meant to run their course.
The words that were shot back to her in defiance did not seem to phase the woman, but she did not approve of them. "Ask yourself what this pack needs the most," the soft melody suggested. She paused briefly as if expecting the thought to occur in that space without words. But she knew that such things were slow to come by. If anyone would know what to do, however, it would be Conor. It was almost as if he had been born into the leadership of Dahlia. "A leader must be selfless and willing to do or become that which is required of them." The alto melody paused once more, the eyes meeting those of the golden leader, her gaze intense as if able to see right through him and yet soft as if a tentative soul peered from behind the black frame of her face. The wolf did not say more. She could have offered words of encouragement, assuring Conor that circumstance would work in his favor. But nothing was certain, and she knew less than the golden male of what Dahlia required.
The woad-tipped tail flickered behind her, moving with the grace that her body carried. "My service shall always be available to you." Cwmfen offered Conor her loyalty then, and the woad-bound maw dipped with respect. "I am but a simple warrior," the Raven Dreamer continued, "but I will remain for you as I had for your predecessors."
[/html]
[html]
300+
He could feel the question burn away his tongue, but he swallowed it and let it be. He was just a face, a voice and a title, but nothing more. Cwmfen would stay her until it was time to leave again. She had her Dream and though he was unable to understand it, he would respect it. He wondered if she would stay long enough to return to leadership, but that was a premature decision that he could not count on the least. He was alone, and though he did not know what to do, he trusted that they would all survive somehow. Experience was not everything—Haku had shown this all too well. Haku had given Dahlia death and Conor was offering them life. The pack was in many ways blooming again, and to be honest, peace and tranquillity was all he wished for those who lived here. While he was certain most of the members had their doubts about him, there had been no open objections. Something had been done right, at least. He clung to that thought.
”Thank you,” the male replied as her soft melody offered assistance, should he need it. Oh, he would, but at the moment he thought it was more important for her to settle in again. The question burned in his throat again, but lilac orbs held their tranquillity with ease. He was uncertain of the next step, but time would always flow in that same pace. "It is good to see you,” he muttered as he allowed the hint of a smile tease the corners of his lips. He wondered if they would be able to take up martial arts where they had left off. Pendzez was a doable trainer, but different styles and techniques could be interesting to combine, and the sessions settled his nerves and offered inner peace that he seldom was able to forge on his own. ”Your home has not been touched” he decided to add in, assuming she would prefer to take up residence in her old home.
Table credit: Alli/Anu[/html]
[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... -mab_t.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Close here? ^=^ Sorry for taking so long on replying… OnO
A quiet emotion moved across the white orbs and was gone. "You don’t need to thank me," the soft alto countered. The black fae’s maw reached out and bumped the younger male under the chin and an oddly affectionate manner. Perhaps it was her own movement into motherhood that had brought on a more readily given (or readily given in her terms) gentleness. While she had not been present at his birth, she had known Conor since his birth. Growing up, he had peaked an interest within the Warrior.
The woad-banded ears moved almost imperceptibly at his next words. Her home. Her thoughts danced the summertime image of her den, the great tree rising in silent protection above. That den had housed her through many things, and she had raised the first litter there, if only for that brief time. A soft smile moved across her lips. She was glad that it had not been harmed in some way and that it had not been given to a new creature. Her heart was at ease now knowing that the land would accept her return. A quiet nod was given to the golden leader of the flower pack. "Thank you," the alto melody replied simply but sincerely. After the great distance that the Warrior had traveled, to rest in that place, a place that was sacred to the child of Nemain, would be rejuvenating.
Such a thought caused her to realize the true weariness of her body. With careful poise, however, the Warrior easily concealed such a thing. Instead, another tranquil smile was bestowed upon her leader. "If I may, I will continue there." She spoke with courtesy, but she moved already beyond the borders, satisfied that Conor’s acceptance of her return was enough to allow her move past the barrier she had quietly waited upon. The one-eyed Raven clicked his broken beak and disappeared into the shadows of the woods. Her home was waiting for her.
[/html]
|
