flawless seasons.

Kansas Sadira · 10-17-2010, 11:20 PM

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Though the sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky, the air was dry and chilly. The fur along his nape and ruff stood upright for the cold, as the canine was not yet used to the sudden temperature drop. Winter was already on its way. As Kansas walked the perimeter of Rabbit Lake, his gaze wandered across the vast blue plane that sparkled gold and sapphire in the radiance of the afternoon sun. He was fortunate to live so close by, free to relax by the lake whenever he wished. Water was beautiful, never failing to soothe the snowy Colonel. Rabbit Lake was no exception, with its small waves that crashed upon the green and pebbled shore.

Kansas stepped carefully along the bank, letting the shockingly cold waves just barely touch his feet. At last he found the perfect spot, a sandy patch nestled between two large boulders that had been smoothed by centuries of wind. There, he removed the guitar from his back and sat against one of the sizable rocks. A cold wind played with his fur as he set the guitar in front of him and examined it closely, trying to think of something to play. He had found the instrument completely by accident, but deemed it one of his most valuable discoveries. Music was with him always, be it a song or simply the chorus of noises that always existed around him, in the natural world. Perhaps, if he practised enough, he would become a skilled guitar player and make music for his family.

Sighing contentedly, Kansas lifted the heavy instrument in his slender arms and simply felt it, its weight, the smoothness of the wood. Then, closing his turquoise eyes, he let his hands touch the strings and sent a single, soft note into the world.

Mati Church · 10-20-2010, 09:49 AM

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thanks sooooo much for starting <333

Another Autumn, and another birthday past. Mati had wished to think nothing of it, and still she hadn’t been able to forget it. But she felt the same as she had before the tree’s turn and the temperature’s fall. Her life was like a constant calm sea, the tide rolling in and out like clock work. She was settled in her relationship with Cambria, finding that such a love had first shocked and confused her but then made the world a clearer more wonderful place to live. Brown paws walked along the shore of the lake as her mind drifted back to the face of the Marino woman, to keep her thoughts from returning to her was an impossible feat and Mati had lost the will to try long ago.

But a figure ahead took her attention’s hold, and she was able to leave the love-like daze and return to the brisk world around her. It was the musical sound that had brought her eyes up from the ground, a small pad of paper under her arm and a pencil tied up in her waves of bronze mane. Purple eyes watched the seated Sadira male and she didn’t hesitate to approach him.

He held a guitar, and she was curious to hear its cords play as well as spend a few moments with the soft spoke male. Slowly Mati approached him, and greeted him as to not startle him. Hello Kansas. she gave a wave to the male who had taught her to read, and had always been sweet and kind to her.

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Kansas Sadira · 10-24-2010, 10:04 PM

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you're welcome! ♥

Kansas was pleased by the sound he had created, but only wished that he could have made it more complex, and therefore more beautiful. It would take months of practice to reach the level he desired, musical proficiency. Ever since acquiring his disk player, he had taken a strong liking to the guitar. Now that the old human object was exhausted and broken, he needed to find another way to listen to the sounds that he liked. He wondered if he had any talent, any capability to play as he so desired. Perhaps he didn't, but he still needed to try.

He placed his slender, pale finger against all the strings of one randomly selected fret, and tried again. Before his other hand could brush the strings, the sounds of an approach interrupted, startled him. His eyes searched and found the tall, bronze child nearing from around the lake. A smile broke. He was never unhappy to see Mati.

For the time being, he quickly removed the guitar from his lap and carefully leaned it against the boulder, replacing himself with it as he stood and brushed his hands on his pants. Hey, Mati, he spoke, still smiling, lifting a hand in greeting. What brings you here? He then noticed the paper under her arm, adding it to his observation of her characteristic hair piece, a pencil. Perhaps she had come to practice her own art.

Mati Church · 10-26-2010, 09:49 AM

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Mati had always felt comfortable around Kansas, his sweet nature and quiet tone had never intimidated her. But just as she had felt when the two had seen each other in the neutral lands beyond their home the Church female was feeling those little jitters and flutterings as she thought of speaking with the father of her beloved Cambria. They had not spoken of her in the past, but Mati knew that the relationship could not go unnoticed, and now that the two shared a room it was simply fact rather then a theory. But she did not want to bring attention to such a personal thing, and so she had avoided the topic. She was relieved, though not surprised, when he greeted her with a soft smile and stood to welcome her to join him.

Sketching of course. When ever I find the time, I try to get out and I can't help but bring my sketch pad with me. She said with a smile. It was an extension of who she was, and bringing it along was as natural to her as one might bring a weapon or wear a piece of cloth, or a instrument such as the one that Kansas carried. I didn't know you played. Mati confessed as she looked at the guitar.

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Kansas Sadira · 11-06-2010, 07:10 PM

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Kansas had always wondered how he would deal with his pups' aging. He expected to feel a strangeness as they changed from little ones under his care to independent adults seeking mates and families of their own. The change wasn't quite as hard as he thought it would be, though. He found joy in watching his first three children come of age. Cambria's relationship with Mati was blatant proof that she was no longer his little girl, but a young woman ready to live her own life — yet he wasn't disturbed. The happiness Mati brought his daughter far outweighed any of the initial unease that he had felt. He would always look to the Church woman with gratitude and appreciation because of her consistently positive influence on Cambria.

Kansas noticed that the bronze-furred woman never mentioned his daughter to him, and he suspected her discomfort around the subject of such a personal nature. By imagining the awkward feelings she must have, he was able to understood. Soon he would try to help her realize that her hesitance was unnecessary.

That's great, he returned, admiring how persistently she pursued her craft. He hoped to emulate her in his guitar-playing venture. Your paintings are amazing, Kansas complimented truthfully, remembering the gorgeous image of Cambria that Mati had composed. He glanced at his guitar, laughing at himself as he spoke. Er, I don't, he snickered. I'm... just starting to teach myself. He reached over and grasped the neck of the guitar, lifting it to his chest and playing the strings for her to hear. It has a good sound... Can't wait to play well. Absently, he drummed his fingers on the guitar's smooth wooden surface. Guess it'll take time, huh?

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Mati Church · 11-17-2010, 11:06 AM

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Mati felt as if she had hit a mile marker when she fell it love with Cambria. It was as if she had been growing and maturing simply for that moment when her thoughts had cleared and she could see that this was the one soul in her life that was to be match her own. She felt as if she was finished growing in many ways, that her adulthood had finally come to her and she was no longer the child that wish for nothing more then finger paints and playing games with pups. It seemed to be the finally thing that gently nudged her into the next phase of her life.

Thank you. She returned. Hardly able to keep the flushed blushing from her face Mati was glad that she was the only once that knew that her cheeks grew red, her cream and bronze fur hiding it. She smiled, and only looked back at the white male when he spoke of his guitar. She laughed lightly, Every talent takes time to perfect. She spoke as she watched him handle the instrument. I don’t know many that know how to play, other then my brother Haven. Seems like he always had an ear for music.

Mati placed her pad of paper on her lap and looked down at it for the briefest of moments before her purple gaze returned to his blue. Theres just so much to inspire creativity. The world was simply filled with things that brought paintings to life and words strung together along with notes to be songs.

Kansas Sadira · 11-18-2010, 12:16 AM

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Kansas sensed many similarities between his love affair with Savina and the one that existed with his daughter and Mati. He saw them together rarely, but on those sparse occasions that he did see them, he was always delighted. There was a shimmer in the eyes of the young women when they shared glances that spoke of truest love. Whenever he looked at Savina, it was as if the whole world around them had come to a halt and only the two of them existed. He had an idea that for Mati and Cambria, it was the nearly the same. His daughter had been lucky enough to earn the precious gift he had himself.

She spoke wisely, though he had already known that what she said was true. She, of anyone, would know the painstaking effort it took to perfect an art. She mentioned that her brother Haven enjoyed music. Kansas had never met Mati's brother and knew nothing about him, but he had nevertheless always assumed that he was a wolf worth meeting. It appeared that they had some common ground. Kansas had never encountered another with the desire to play music — it would be nice to talk to someone who did. He kept this idea quiet for the time being, his attention stolen by Mati's next words. The man looked around them, simply absorbing the way the light danced across the lake and further into the forest of luminous emerald and mahogany. On the banks grew reeds and long grasses that swayed sweetly in the breeze. His turqoiuse eyes returned to the bronze woman, and he nodded his understanding. The possibilities were infinite. Well... ah, what do you like to draw best? he wondered.

Mati Church · 11-26-2010, 12:11 PM

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His question was one that Mati could not answer easily. There was so much that inspired her and there was so much that she enjoyed to paint and draw. Her thoughts were always over taken by her beloved, and there were many pages in her notebook that held the portrait of the Marino woman. There had been times where they would sit together, and Mati would simply draw her no matter what the light or condition might be. She would forever find her beautiful, and worthy of her artistic eye and the light movement of her pencil. Mati looked out to the lake just as Kansas’ gaze returned to her face. It seemed that there was only one that she wished to look at more the anything or one. I draw Cambria often. She said with a small smirk, purple eyes moving back to the pale male and waning what was running through the father’s mind. It was not often that she spoke of the pack’s healer, their relationship was no secret but she still kept most things to herself. But she couldn’t help but feel the warmth in her chest as she brought his daughter up in the conversation.

Kansas Sadira · 11-28-2010, 02:55 PM

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After he had spoken, Kansas wondered how difficult it would be for her to answer the question he had asked. He never ventured into her painting area, feeling that it would be an insult to her talent to trespass there. He only knew that she had painted Cambria, and many other things that he couldn't possibly guess; he did not know the variety of the subjects she chose to paint. Her answer was very simple, though: She liked to paint Cambria. Glad that the Church woman had spoken of his daughter openly, Kansas flashed a toothy open mouthed smile. He imagined the smiles on his little girl's face as she sat still to be captured in an artful image. I'm sure she enjoys it. He had stated the obvious, but he was just so touched by Mati's answer. Cambria had been through a lot at an age too young, and the snowy father sometimes worried about how her struggles had affected her confidence. It seemed that being painted, glorified for her beauty and inner worth, was a very good thing for her.

Eh... I've never seen her so happy, he spoke almost tentatively, not meeting Mati's eye. It felt uncomfortable to allude to a private relationship, but he had seen his chance to display his acceptance of it. He couldn't stop himself from seizing that chance. Perhaps he also hoped to share his gratitude for all that Mati had done for his baby girl.

Mati Church · 12-01-2010, 10:27 AM

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Her life was not something that she shared with the world. It was fragile, just as she knew that she was at the deepest parts of her soul. The world was harsh, cold, it left scars on the even the most beautiful and purest of creatures. It did not care whether it marred the wonderful or the hateful, it was blind. And Mati feared it. So she held it close, cherished the moment she lived without the pain and the judgment and prayed that it would not change. She knew that her secrets would be told, knew that they would not go unnoticed and that her actions would be seen. Mati could only hoped it would be slow so she would not feel the shock, like a sudden blast of cold on her heart.

So speaking of it aloud as she did brought her only a warm feeling in her chest, easing the light onto her personal relationships. Kansas' response made her smile smaller, though it was not because she lacked happiness but a smirk like she held a secret that no one else beyond she and Cambria held. It was odd to talk to Kansas at first about it, but Mati had never really felt uncomfortable with him and so the unease faded almost instantly. He did not look to her, and so Mati did not look at him either. Her eyes searched the lake that they sat beside, and she found words that seemed to come to her a bit too easily. She deserves the world. The Church female proclaimed in a soft and breathless voice. Cambi did deserve everything, all the good the Mati could give and more. She wanted to give her what Savina and Kansas had. Dedication and loyalty and and endless love. She had seen what the parents had and what they had offered their children as well and Mati wished to mimic it.

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Kansas Sadira · 12-04-2010, 02:48 PM

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Admittedly, Kansas was curious. Cambi was the first of his puppies who had ever taken to another wolf in such a deeply romantic way, and he just wanted to be sure that she was safe in doing so. Much as he wished to completely reassure himself by asking Mati all kinds of questions about how she truly felt, he kept his tongue firmly restricted. He regretted even wanting to ask. It was wrong to break into other's lives so frivolously, violating the sacred nature of secrets that were only precious when kept that way. He had never done this before, and never would, even as Cambria's father. He was content to trust, recalling Mati's sweet nature when he had taught her to read. The little that he saw of her, then and now, went a long way toward convincing him that no harm would arise for the young couple.

Her gentle, meaningful response proved Kansas' thinking, and his slight nod was both for himself and for Mati. She does, the snowy boy agreed softly, following Mati's gaze to the ever shifting gold-blue plane of the lake. He and the bronze fey had something in common. Both of them wanted to give Cambria everything she deserved and more. For Kansas, this was a bittersweet thing, for it was no longer his responsibility to ensure the world for Cambria. That task had passed so quietly and absolutely into Mati's hands.

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Mati Church · 12-09-2010, 02:19 PM

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Some day perhaps Mati would know what it was to feel the things Kansas did. Maybe one day she would be able to understand that sense of protectiveness. The Nanny could see herself as a mother, easily, as she took care of her brothers and the other young pups of the pack. But it would certainly be different if she was caring for and watching her very own grow. Of course they could be Cambria’s (though how and when and in what matter these imaginary puppies were created she did not know) and Mati would think of them as her very own flesh and blood. Just like her mother Anu had her and her sister and brothers. That’s when she would know what it was to feel as Kansas did, to see his offspring grown and becoming something that they either saw for them or something else. Hopefully it was happiness that he saw, for it was all the Mati could feel and what she felt she shared with Cambi.

He spoke, two simple words that meant so much more. Yes the beautiful Marino deserved the very best and all the things that the world had. All the things that Cambria deserved couldn’t be counted or spoken or even placed into fluid thoughts. It was in the simplest manner, everything.

I think you and Savi are the perfect example, my mothers never stayed together. Some say its too hard for many to remain mates. She spoke loosely, letting her thoughts come to her lips without the cautious filter that she normally used

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Kansas Sadira · 12-12-2010, 04:16 PM

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Her words provoked both a smile and a thoughtful moment. It was true that many couples started off well, their relationships seemingly immaculate; and then, from somewhere black and dirty, resentment was born, prying lovers completely apart. In his weakest moments, Kansas still feared that this could eventually befall him. In his heart, though, he knew that it wouldn't. For some reason, he had been blessed with what he believed was the greatest gift: true love. He was still baffled by it, and perhaps he always would be. Not a day passed in which he was not amazed by what he had with Savina, his luce, his light. He believed that true love existed as a possibility for everyone, the trick was finding it. For some, it took several tries; for others it didn't. Why he had been so lucky in finding it early, he would never know. Maybe Savina had been sent to save him from the dark path he had been following before he met her.

...Thanks, he began, for Mati had reassured him. He wondered if she harbored the same fears as he sometimes did, if she worried that her love would be torn as her mothers' had been. He hoped that it never would, for her sake and for Cambria's. He hoped that they were one another's true and only love, just as certainly as Savina was his. Uh, it is for many I think, definitely, the boy agreed, scrounging for just the right words to share with the Church fey. But once you find your... your love, it becomes easy. And... I think you just know never to let it go.

Nothing was perfect. He and Savina had mild disagreements, but they were always so lighthearted and silly that they never left one mark. They each knew that the other was flawed, but accepted those flaws with open arms. Nothing said between them had ever caused him to second-guess their love, or to think that he would be better off without her. The mere thought of losing Savina was the most potent poison in the world.

Mati Church · 12-16-2010, 11:28 AM

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Anu had never told her that it was too hard for her and Naniko to stay mates, no her mother's explanation was a bit to general for that. Then the white woman’s fall from grace had made Mati understand how Anu had wished to leave her. But it was hard, as Mati had seen, to keep love in one’s life. The world was not made for that, it had been created for hardship and many were too steeled by their experiences to truly feel the warmth of love. It was a tragedy, one that Mati had known and yet was able to over come for the sake of Cambria.

Fear was always in the back of her mind, like a small shadow that grew in the moments she was insecure. But there were more moments of sunlight, and the warmth of the Marino female that cast away such feelings and so the fear was banished as well. Her purple eyes looked at the pale furred male as he spoke. It was not easy to bring these feelings into words and she knew this. Mati had a hard time expressing how she felt since more often then not she couldn't place a word to them.

His words made sense, confirming that it was up to her to hold on just as equally as it was for Cambria. I hope we can both hold on. Mati spoke, smiling and thinking lightly on the idea for she was sure that they would be able to. There was a new born faith in her heart and mind and she was certain that they would be able to make it through.

Guess it just take a little practice, like your guitar, patience too. But if you love it, it isn’t work. Maybe he would find that his passion for music would make learning the notes and cords like falling in love with the instrument just a little at a time.

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Kansas Sadira · 12-19-2010, 12:47 AM

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not sure how to end this... 300+

Kansas used to think that the world was too dark, and too full of misery. He saw no reason to do the right thing, and he plodded along seeking the immediate, but temporarily satisfying pleasures that his bleak life had to offer. It was amazing how his perspective had shifted after he and Savina found one another. Suddenly, he had something to cherish forever, a reason to get up in the morning and smile. He could look into the future with certainty and happiness because he knew that he would always have someone to love. Many lived the way he used to their entire lives, which was very depressing. He didn't understand why everyone couldn't have what he had. The world would be a much happier place.

Kansas nodded somberly at her words. I do too, he said, knowing how difficult it was at times to keep a relationship going. It took incredible patience and diligence, but as time passed, it also became easier. What Mati ended with was a perfect analogy. He was beginning to realize how insightful this girl was, and he was impressed. Yeah, you're right. Like your painting, too, he added with a grin, ready for the conversation to take on a lighter tone. After a moment of indecision, he took his guitar into his lap and simply looked down at it, admiring the wood, the strings. Composing his own music would be, for him, the ultimate means of expression. He was impatient to get to that point, but that only meant that he would practice harder. And he was learning quickly. He believed that he had at last found his natural talent, like Mati's in art.

Of their own accord, his fingers danced down the strings of the guitar, emitting a soft, pretty sound. He planned to stay in this spot for a few hours and practice, but he wondered what Mati's plans had been before their encounter. What... what are you going to do? Were you looking for something to paint?

Mati Church · 12-26-2010, 08:24 PM

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There would always be moments where Mati would worry about one thing or question another. It was simply her nature. But she could hope that those things would continue to disappear as they had been from the very beginning. It was a slow process, but the female was confident that someday they would be gone for good. They were nothing like the confusion that she had felt when her feelings were new and young.

Kansas was a good mate and father, Mati knew that from you time as a puppy. He was caring, and loyal to the pack just as she was. She took his approval seriously, not just because he was her mates father but because he was an elder in the packs ranks. There were not many that had come with the original members of Crimson Dreams, not many that stood beside her mother that remained with them now. But Kansas was one of them, and Mati held that is high regard.

I don't know. I have painted the lake many times, in all different seasons. She spoke, not know why she would look to it again for inspiration when she had almost sucked it dry But you might have given me a new idea. the bronze female spoke as she began to look at the lake though her mind was else where. She rose suddenly, and as artists might do when a vision arises in their ind the painter felt the itch to create. Good luck with learning the guitar. I am, Mati paused, smiling as she knew that her good bye was sudden and brief and slightly odd. But he would know when he got that need to play. going to head back to my studio. A wave, and a small nod was all the Church fey ended with.

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Kansas Sadira · 12-27-2010, 03:12 PM

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Time was an amazing thing. It healed wounds, righted wrongs, and gave understanding for what once confused. It was hard when he was young and unable to forsee the amazing power possessed by time, but now that months and years had come and gone, he was able to see. Living had become so much more tolerable. No longer did he fear drowning in the waves of pain that life often created - he knew that they would eventually calm, letting him breath and smile again. He expected that his oldest children, and Mati, were beginning to see.

When the earthen woman spoke of an idea that he had supposedly given her, Kansas grinned in surprise. He was happy to be the source of some inspiration, but she didn't enlighten him further and he was left to wonder what she wished to paint. "You should show me sometime... if you want," the Sadira half-asked, half-suggested. It was possible that she liked to keep her work personal. As she bid him farewell, Kansas raised a pale hand and waved back, before watching her fade into the distance. Though he hoped he hadn't done anything offensive to chase her away, he was almost entirely sure that he hadn't. He knew what it was like to be struck with inspiration - nothing could stop him from seeking his music when it happened to him. Their little talk had left him somewhat more relaxed than before, so he lifted his guitar into his hands and began to mess around with it in the glow of the winter sun.

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