its hard to tell if its you or my reflection

Anann Kelevra · 11-21-2010, 03:03 PM

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Anann sighed, her breath hung in the fridged night air as she looked down at the bottle that swinging from its neck between two of her fingers. The square shaped bottle was filled with a brown liquid and though the label had been worn away and the seal yet unbroken Anann knew the contents well. A fiery brown water known as whiskey. It was last resort she wasn't sure she wanted to spring back on just yet. Hoping that maybe if she let herself find a few moments of clarity she could come to some understading of the wrenching feeling in her gut. Perhaps even sleep then, without the little aide she carried along

A dream had awoken her and left her with a haunted feeling. It was a familiar sensation, one she could not put her finger on or make make any sense of it. All memory of the dream had vanished the moment her eyes had opened. She had tried to simply snuggle up against Anatoliy and spring back asleep, but it had been a futile attempt. And so she had grown restless, deciding perhaps a walk in the cool night air would clear her mind. She was not quite sure what had prompted her to bring the bottle with her.

Aimless, she wandered. Not carrying at all in what direction her feet carried her, even if it be in circles. What she was searching for could only be found on the inside. Everything had been going well since Anatoliy had moved in with her. There was no obvious reason for the feelings of unease the dream had brought upon her. Maybe it was just that, a dream and nothing more. Coming across an old fallen log, she took a seat. Her gaze turning upward to take in the night sky. Wishing she find the tranquility within that was so easy to find the world that surrounded her.

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Vigilante Haskel · 11-29-2010, 01:42 PM

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It was rare for him to be awake at such an odd hour, as late as it was. The King woke early each day, so it was strange for him to find himself up so late, but there was nothing that could be done. Vigilante simply couldn't sleep, for whatever reason that was beyond him. He looked to his mate beside him in bed, sleeping peacefully, and sighed. He was not sure what was plaguing him and robbing him of his sleep, but he was glad that it did not seem to be doing the same for her. Ayita needed her rest as much as possible, considering she was roughly a month along in her pregnancy.

Quietly and without moving the bed more than a small bit, the caramel-colored man rose from the bed, easing the door shut behind him as he left their bedroom. He did not know what he was going to do with himself, but he knew that sleep was nowhere within his grasp, so it was no use lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. Perhaps what he needed was a walk, he decided, though he had no destination in mind. The brisk autumn air would likely help clear his head, and it would probably help him sleep when he returned home, he hoped.

He left the house as quietly as he had left the bedroom, bracing himself against the temperature. Winter would be coming soon, he knew. Perhaps that was part of why he did not seem as happy as he should about the prospect of being a father; having pups born in the middle of December did not seem the safest thing for them. He sighed once more and began walking away from the house, face turned down agains the wind and the bitter cold.

Anann Kelevra · 12-09-2010, 10:34 PM

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It took a moment for the golden woman to re-familiarize herself with the night sky. The cloud in her mind not helping as she stared up at the sparkling net of stars. Once she found Orion it was easy to get her bearings and begin to pick out the other constellations. The bottle, it's neck still gripped between her fingers by the neck, was now forgotten as it began to slip, landing with a soft thud on the earth between her footpaw and the log. Her mind traveling back to a time when she had only just begun to learn the vast celestrial map. A time when the world seemed filled with nothing but good and her with a mind to naive to see all the taint that life had been built upon.

It did little to easy the feeling that churned in her gut. It was not a sense of immediate danger, but all was not well. That was what she felt. Though, she could not find any reason for it. Life here had been good to her so far. Very good, in fact. She found herself blessed recently with many things she thought she would never have or know again. Love and a sense of family. The Marshal and Knight filling the gap Anann had felt since the deaths of her brothers. And Anatoliy filled a void she had never known exsisted. Perhaps she was just feeling it was all too good to be true. Too easy.

The sound of steady footfalls turned an amber audit. The wind was not in her favor nor could she be sure that it gave her away. Not that it mattered on pack lands, but Anann just wasn't sure if she was in the mood for company. Though as the sound came closer and closer, auburn eyes finally pulled away from the night sky. She gave a bit of a huff. "Who goes there?" she barked, when the darkness revealed nothing to her.

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Vigilante Haskel · 12-13-2010, 04:15 PM

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The King was a man who was aware of his surroundings at all times, raised to see things others would miss and to hear things when the intention was to be silent. Unfortunately, he had found a sense of comfort within the pack lands and his guard was often down, particularly on this night when he found himself drawn from bed by his thoughts. It was very rare for him to miss something, but he did not smell her on the wind, so it came as a surprise when she spoke. Vigilante lifted his face, peering into the darkness and searching for the source of the voice that had startled him so.

He found her, sitting on a fallen log, and it was obvious that she had been there for longer than he had been walking in this direction. "It is I, Vigilante. Hello, Anann," he said with mild relief. The dog was glad to see that the other was a member of his pack, and not only that, but she was someone he enjoyed speaking with and considered a friend of sorts. He had not expected to find anyone out tonight, as it was certainly not the usual night for a walk, cold and windy. "What has brought you out so late?" he asked curiously.

Anann Kelevra · 12-23-2010, 07:17 PM

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Hope you don't mind short >.<

Ears pinned forward, she had stared into the darkness awaiting an answer. A smile spreading across her once neutral face as was first greeted by his familiar voice followed by the form of her king emerging for the darkness of the night. "Sir." Her ears falling back against her the short locks of mane as she gave her head a dip of respect. "Just trying to clear my head. Would you like to sit with me," she offered, sliding over slightly and gesturing the empty space on the log next to her. Her foot searched blindly for the bottle of whiskey she had dropped hoping she might keep it out of sight. She knew not how Vigil might view such as thing as drinking alone. It was a seldom thing for her and she was glad she had yet to crack the seal. Though, if it deemed appropriate, she could offer to share a drink with her king if he choose to sit and stay awhile.

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Vigilante Haskel · 01-22-2011, 01:52 AM

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Only if you don't mind late! <3 Sorry, dear. 262 words.

The King was not such a selfish creature that he would assume that he was the only member of the pack with things on his mind, and he worried for his members that did. It concerned him to see Anann seeming so down, as he cared for her very much. The times they had spoken had been pleasant and he found her enjoyable to be around. He did not know what was on the amber woman's mind, but he hoped that she would share it with him if it was something she was comfortable telling him. He hoped that she would be, for the large Haskel man tried to be available to his pack members as much as possible. It was important to him, and he truly hoped that his members knew that.

Though he did not know if he would be able to help her with whatever was plaguing her mind, the man lowered himself to sit beside her on the log. He noticed the movement of her foot, though he averted his gaze, as it was clear that she was trying to avoid something down there, or avoid letting him see it. Out of respect for her, he focused his attention on her instead. "What is clouding it?" he inquired, serious jade eyes searching for emotions in her own pools. He was not the most adept at reading emotions, but he felt concern for her, as something was so obviously bothering her. His own problems were pushed to the back of his mind, less important than what was troubling her.

Anann Kelevra · 03-21-2011, 11:36 AM

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late late LATE, if you'd rather just archive this I'd understand :x

It wasn't often that Anann was troubled by her dreams. Her sleeping thoughts something that she could seldom remember. Always fading away with the coming of the morning light. Nor could she remember the details of what had awoken her this night. Only that it had left her with a feeling of unease and a need to prepare. Prepare for what she could not say. Ever since joining the court her guard had slowly fallen as she became comfortable with her new life. Was it just a reminder that she needed to stay vigilant? Though nothing seemed out of place and all within the pack she now called home seemed to be fine as well. Perhaps there was no meaning to be found from the feelings that plagued her now, but would not simply be dismissed either.

"Just a bad dream I think, though I can't remember what it was about." She shrugged. It seemed rather silly actually when spoken allowed and Vigil surely had more pressing thoughts on his own mind. "It left me feeling a little on edge and I didn't want to wake Anatoliy." For the moment forgetting that Vigil might not even know that the last remaining Russo in the pack now made his home with her. "Can't seem to shake the feeling that there is something..", she paused trying to find the right words, "something ill just over the horizon. Not literally of coarse, but she did not know how else to explain what she was feeling at the moment. Yet, despite the feeling in her gut she could find no sign that it was right. For nothing had seemed. She smiled, though it still seemed a little troubled, a little concerned. "It sounds so foolish, does it not? She asked giving a little chuckle and shaking her head. Darkly amused with herself now.

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Vigilante Haskel · 03-21-2011, 02:30 PM

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It's all good. c:

The King listened to her speak, jade eyes watching her solemnly. He valued the thoughts and opinions of his pack members greatly, and he knew that Anann was not a foolish woman. Though it was news to him, he allowed the mention of Anatoliy to pass without comment, as he did not want to draw attention to it. The Russo man was the last of the Russians that had arrived at the borders together, and though the dog mutt did not know him well, he was glad to have him as a member of the pack. It seemed Anann was glad to have him there, as well, though for a different reason. Vigilante did not call attention to this, however, but focused on the rest of what she had said.

None of it seemed foolish to him, but perhaps it was because he was constantly alert, aware of potential dangers. Like Anann, though, he knew that he had lowered his guard significantly since arriving in Cour des Miracles. He was not anywhere as vigilant and hyperaware as he had once been, and he did not know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. "I don't think it sounds foolish; I understand the sentiment," he said. "Is there a reason something might happen, something that happened that could come back around?" There had been the war in the beginning of the year, but he did not know what else.

Anann Kelevra · 04-01-2011, 01:29 PM

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I know Vigi typically isn't one to pry, but it'd be a-okay if he did here.

There had always seemed to be a mutual understanding between the Countess and her king. It was something she felt everytime that they had spoken and it was no different this time. They were of similar mind and often lead to much understanding without much ever really being said. It was comforting to know he understood where she was coming from, but it did little to ease the feelings the dream had left behind.

It's likely Anann would have found her sense of unease a lot less unsettling if she could find some basis for it. Nothing seemed to come to mind as she thought it over again. Thinking of those she had met thus far, but she had made nothing but friends in these lands and those neighboring their own. So it was with a shake of her head that she answered Vigilante's question. "That's just it. I think that is what is the most troubling. I cannot shake this feeling, yet I can think of nothing to warrant it." A golden hand came to the back of her neck as she spoke. Fingers working through the fur to ease the tension in the muscles there.

She had not worried about anything like this since she had first come to Cour des Miracles. When first arrived she had been troubled with thoughts of her home lands and those that she had left behind. In time they had faded, but those thoughts had not been brought by dreams and omens of ill to come. Her dreams had never warned her before without reason and so surely she must be over looking something. "I have not had dreams like these since," It dawned on her then that she was avoiding the most obvious answer. The one she had hoped would never come to pass. Her tone changed as she finished with only the slightest pause, revealing that perhaps the pieces were falling together for her now. "I left home."

"I did not exactly leave on the best of terms. I abandoned my people, my lands, without a word. She had only spoken vaguely of her past. Though Heath knew far more than most. "They sent my own cavalry after Rem and I, to try and stop us from crossing the borders." That fact that she sat here now was testament to how that attempt had gone. Anann could not be sure of how many of her own men she had injured in her so called escape.

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Vigilante Haskel · 04-04-2011, 11:21 AM

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His own worries that had drawn him away from his bed and his home that night were forgotten, mere fragments of concerns lingering in the back of his mind to be thought of again later. It was Anann he thought of now, her worries and concerns becomng his in the way they would for all leaders who deserved the position. Though he had initially been concerned by taking on the role of King, Vigilante had molded to the rank well, or so he thought. None seemed to find issue with the way he ruled the pack, anyway. He was far from the theatrical king that Jacquez had once been, but the pack seemed less haphazard now, as well. It was a fair trade.

Jade eyes travelled over Anann's golden form, dappled with darker hues along her back, as she spoke. Though the King was not one to pry information out of his pack members, he felt that this might be an instance where it might be necessary. He knew all too well the concerns of having left on bad terms. It was a constant fear of his that someone would come from his past to haunt him, as Lolita had done by merely being in the area and then her attack on his life, for murdering his sister. Surely the Elders would not tell the whole story, and he had known this upon leaving.

When she had finished speaking, he watched her for another moment, searching for her reaction to her own words. It was not something she often spoke of, he was sure. He could relate in ways she likely did not know. "I am not one to demand answers, and I will not now," he spoke, "but I can relate to your story. Mine varies, of course, but it is something I can understand. Perhaps it would help you to understand your dream if you told me about why you left and your upbringing? Are you worried that they will still chase you?"

Anann Kelevra · 04-13-2011, 02:02 PM

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Omg didn't realize it was that long o.o

There was no shame in her past, who she was, who she had been. It was simply easiest to say she was deserter and far more humble. Explaining who she truly was a complicated matter filled with what sounded more like lore than truth. If not delusions of grandeur. Anann was not at all conceded, though she did have her pride and rightfully so, but that pride was based off her abilities and independence. Not the heritage of her name. A name she had abandoned.

Anann nodded slightly to his words. "Most would not risk it, I think. Though there are a few who would have much to gain in seeking me out." Such a journey would be a long one and she had told no one where she had intended to go. She had not even known where she would end up when she had departed. "Cour des Miracles is the last place anyone would look for me. Many would be appalled at the idea of me bowing to a dog king." Some would be appalled that she bowed to anyone at all, but dogs were considered lowest of the low. "No offence, my Lord," she added with a dip of her head. Prejudice was common in Tosawi, though Anann cared little of heritage. It was matters of heart, soul and mind that determined value in her eye. Anann went on to explain the Tosawi city and its hierarchy, in how wolves stand at the top in the upper classes, coyotes somewhere in the middle while dogs were hardly considered more than disposable and given duties that few would ever chose. Those of mixed blood were fit in depending upon their heritage and the genes they were blessed (or cursed) with.

Anann knew the city and it's history in great detail, but it was all rather boring and overwhelming to absorb all at once and so she had kept it simple. Telling of only that which seemed relevant to her own tale. "Hundreds call Tosawi home, though it started originally with a few packs that merged together, their descendants form the great council." Those of pure blood, at least. It was those family's that held the greatest influence. "Above the council, are the two guardians. The descendant of Harleigh family and a stallion." Anann was sure Vigilante could piece together from there. "They are charged with defending the city, upholding the laws and otherwise protecting the Tosawi way of life."

"My true name is Anann Harleigh." There had been no ill intent in her deceit, but she still could not be sure of how he might react to such news. "Kelevra is a term used for deserters, traitors and those otherwise banished. Bad dog." Her head had lowered from its typical, lofty position. "I will not let my past endanger Cour des Miracles, I will leave here too if it is what is best for the greater good."

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Vigilante Haskel · 04-21-2011, 01:30 PM

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"There is none taken," he responded. Vigilante knew that many held heavy prejudices against dogs, and he knew that there were likely some that would think his pack members mad for following a dog mutt without wolf blood unless traced back for centuries. His own mate's brother did not like him for the very reason that he was a dog and therefore below him in Zafier's mind.

The dog King sat stoically, listening as she told him of her home pack and noting the similarities to his own background. Kaktowik had been an exceptionally large pack, larger even than all the packs in this area combined, and the politics of the pack had certainly not been the most normal. His eyes darkened briefly at the memory of his birth pack, but that was not important now. He remained focused on Anann as she continued her tale, reminding him continually of his own.

"I do not give orders," he said, "but I am now. You will not leave the Court simply because you think it might be better for us. This is your home, we are your family. Your life is here, and you will not leave to sacrifice all of that simply because it might possibly be considered a safer option for the pack. I have faith in our pack and in you, and you will be safe here. This is your home," he repeated.

Anann Kelevra · 04-28-2011, 03:33 PM

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Cour des Miracles had become the home Anann had thought she would never find and there were those she held close enough to consider family. Leaving was not a step she would choose to take lightly. She had already abandoned one home, one life, to better the life of those she had left behind. Yet, somehow she felt it would be harder to leave here. There were more strings that tied directly to her heart. Thoughts of severing them left her feeling cold and hollow. It wasn't that she was running from her problems or the pack. She was only trying to protect those she cared about. She had spoken of such only assure her alpha, her king, that she would not let herself become a danger to those she loved and she had expected he would have understood and accepted the sentiment. The good of the pack was far more important than any one individual. Surely he would agree.

She was taken back by Vigil's order. Jaw slack, she stared at him with these dark eyes of hers. It just didn't make sense to her. After a couple prolonged seconds her eyes averted, jaw now firmly set. She did not agree with him, but he was her king and she would swallow his order. "Yes, my Lord. Understood." There was no sense in arguing the point now anyway. In the end she would follow her heart and do what she felt was right even if it went against the King's orders.

Any bitterness she had felt at the order quickly faded and her thoughts returned to the possibilities of her past sneaking up on her. Silence stretching between the two wolves as her mind pulled over the possibilities. Going over names and faces of those she had once be close to and the likelihood of them seeking her out. But it was thoughts of what happen once they found her that made her blood run cold. "Anatoliy," her concern laced her voice. "If it comes to pass, they cannot learn of Anatoliy, of he and I." A solemn statement. If they did...she could not even bare the thought.

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