there's only one life I know

Larkspur D'Angelo · 12-07-2010, 10:01 PM

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Set in the forest outside of the caves, early morning.

Under his feet the ground was dusted with snow. He kicked it up as he walked, breathing steam with every exhale, staring ahead with an odd sort of muted expression on his face. Like it or not, he was now a part of this pack. Family or not, he disliked the tainted blood. Misery had insisted, though, and Eris was much happier now. She had begun to finally glow, even if she rarely came outside. This was probably due to the soon-to-be arrival of the children.

Tak, he was about to be a father. The notion frightened him. He didn’t know what to do, even though Misery had assured him he would, and he worried that this place might turn them sour. Again, Misery had insisted otherwise. So he believed her, as he always would, and left it to Eris to sort things out for the time that was fast approaching. He had to deal with other things.

His mare had been lucky. Larkspur had found an area that would suit well for her to graze, and offered shelter. Despite the sparse trees, a clumping of evergreens had suited his purpose. He no longer worried that the horse would leave him. In the time she had been his, they had formed a bond—one which he was slowly beginning to understand was strengthening. He did not fully understand low-speech, but she managed to communicate to him well enough. A whinny greeted the salt-and-pepper wolf, who smiled at the sight of the draft horse approaching. The Belgian nudged him in greeting, her large nose pushing against his chest. He rubbed the flat part of her face under a heavy forelock and sighed.

Demi D'Angelo · 12-07-2010, 11:21 PM

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always wanted to have a thread with yah mel!

Mornings weren’t her time, usually signaled time for bed for the unusual woman who was still adjusting to this new pack. The brisk morning air did nothing to help her with her sleeping problem, it cut through her like a knife making her eyes open wide before second guessing her initial thought for a walk along the grounds. Her paws reached her face to rub the daze out of her eyes and face before deciding that she would in fact go for a walk.

The snow covered ground felt somewhat right under her feet, her nature screamed at her to hunt but again she wasn’t much for physical labor, nor was her body given the gifts needed for such things. Fed well enough for now she dismissed the urge to shift and run after some hare or other small prey, no she’d wait until she had to or someone provided such things to her, after all a goddess should be waited on. As soft footsteps fell, her arms bunched up around her chest as she fought to push blood out in a manner that would warm her under her pelt she continued without much thought to what she looked like or how weak or whatever anyone would think really. She was cold and not afraid to admit it, somehow after living so long in the cold she still hadn’t ever adjusted to the brutal season. Demi could have changed to a more warm form but she didn’t often do so, stubborn she continued until she heard a horse’s whinny. Light brown covered ears perked up on top of her head before heading that direction. Maybe some other poor soul was out in this weather, maybe someone she could bitch about it with.

Eyes fell on the man and his horse with a peeked interest, she had heard of him only slightly and somehow he was supposed to be related to her in some fashion. So far she hadn’t met and now was as good a time as any.

“Morning” she said softly, none to expressive or cheery to reflect her often dreary moods in the morning time.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 12-08-2010, 10:32 AM

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Too bad it's with Larkspur, haha. ^^

The horse was far more observant than her master—she was a worrisome creature, as is the nature of their kind—and saw the young girl approaching from the cave entrance. A low snort and her pulling away from him made Larkspur turn. He was thankful it was not the Naniko woman. Of course, the way this girl walked told him she was likely as weak and silly as his niece-cousin. Larkspur had no problem with the cold. He had been forced to sleep in much colder weather before.

Her voice too, betrayed her displeasure with the weather, and Larkspur frowned. Weak spirited wolves, not worthy of the D’Angelo name. She might have been a Brandt child if he hadn’t known better. His eyes focused on her the way a tom-cat might observe a kitten that isn’t his own; still, patient, but filled with muted aggression. Like a cat, he controlled himself—for Misery had too, commanded this. “Y’not used t’weather like this?” He asked bluntly, knowing this was far from the cold they would soon see.

Demi D'Angelo · 12-08-2010, 09:53 PM

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yar bitter back!

Her cold blue eyes observed the male back, obviously her eyes told her much about his displeasure over her. Much like a self righteous bigot flaring insults to those whom he had never met. It didn’t bother her though she stared right back neither afraid of such a beast nor caring. If he upset her.. there were always ways of revenge, her little scientific mind would take care to that. No she just brushed off his rude behavior with a smirk before his rough speech again made her want to vomit. Such an unlearned beast she thought before engaging him.

“It takes me time. The bitterer I am the less inclined to worry about the cold I am. What about you? Not used to speaking much?” she retorted back at him, her powers of observation firing right back at him. Demi had no reason to fear him or hate him yet but she had reason to not be friendly at the moment.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 12-09-2010, 10:55 PM

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Oh he is going to be sooo hard to get acclimated to the pack.

Uneducated or not, Larkspur saw that the child was haughty and as misbehaved as the rest of the lot. It was no surprise to him he had been right about the sort of kin Nankio and her branch of the tree had spawned. He snorted steam into the cold air. Thought she was clever did she? He sorely wished that Haku had never been exiled, for if that was the case his life would never have changed and forced him together with such people.

“I speak jus’ enough,” he commented, finding her mouthy and just as he had expected. “And try not 'ta with rude children.” He had done his best with Harlowe, but the boy was a lost cause now that his mother was back. It was like everything he had tried to instill was forgotten. Harlowe behaved like a stupid puppy again, and Larkspur had abandoned him for his own coming children. “Who’s kid are ya?” He added, finding her coat and eyes different the D’Angelo’s—but finding her scent familiar none the less.

Demi D'Angelo · 12-09-2010, 11:14 PM

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hehe, well I'm enjoying the thread so it's not so bad Smile

Demi sat there for a moment watching him and listening to his reaction. Somehow this fellow presented a challenge to her. She could just feel the hatred in him and she wasn’t sure if she loved it or hated it but still something in her forced her to stay and suffer through his presence. The male had asked about her lineage, if they where related in some small fashion then she wasn’t sure she cared to tell him. Her arms fell to her sides as those eyes drifted to his horse for a moment. Demi hadn’t learned to ride one but it wasn’t the first time she had spied one. Apparently he was gifted in other ways and she wasn’t to stuck up to notice the scars along him as well.

“Selene is my mother” she answered, letting her eyes return to him. The sun was softly rising and the cold was starting to leave her, or rather just getting used to it, or her attention was elsewhere. With a cocked eyebrow she walked closer to him eyes looking over his horse.

“You do have a fine horse.. I’m Demi and you are?” she asked her tone more civil at least now. If he’d suffer her she’d suffer him and they could reach a mutual agreement to be irritable to each other.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 12-10-2010, 12:15 AM

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Horray

Selene was a name he did not recognize, but she was thankfully not one of Naniko’s children. The black and white wolf shifted his weight and turned back to the horse at the mention of her. His mare snorted and shook her head, trotting off to begin grazing. She wasn’t acclimated to wolves besides Larkspur, and he intended to keep it that way.

“Larkspur,” he offered, assuming they shared the same surname. “N’she is. Found ‘er before I came here last summer.” He looked the girl up and down and tilted his head slightly. She hardly looked like a D’Angelo at all. Granted, she was one of the lucky few who wasn’t as inbred as the rest of the family.

Demi D'Angelo · 12-10-2010, 12:24 AM

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yay new table

The horse walked away from the two of them as soon as she walked closer to the male. Her ears picked up on his name and her mind couldn’t place it. Her form turned back to him for a moment taking in his appearance again. Larkspur had obviously live a rougher life then she had. Although she made it relatively easy for anyone to live a rougher life then she did. Her obsessions where either tucked away in her lab or playing with people. But this male didn’t ooze anything other than being strong hearted. And that made her on a small level respect him. He hadn’t ogled over her at first site, and didn’t play around much.

“So why are you here Larkspur?” She asked innocently enough, it wasn’t a question directed toward him as an outcast but a friendly one. Of course she knew nothing of his true reasons but she could pry.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 12-10-2010, 03:16 AM

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niiice

A harsh life was almost a joke. Larkspur had been ignored, abused, starved, and almost burnt alive. Dahlia de Mai had been a refuge during Haku’s reign. The fire had shaken Larkspur to the core, but he would have stayed there had Conor not failed him ultimately. He was only glad that there was now a purpose in his life—Eris, and the children they would soon have.

Her attitude was dropped, thankfully. The burly wolf looked towards the west, where the sky was still dark. “’Cause I got a purpose here. Yer lot needs t’learn ‘bout what it means t’be a D’Angelo,” he added, thinking of Misery. She had given him a task, and at the very least, he could try and make some of these simple creatures what their heritage meant.

Demi D'Angelo · 12-11-2010, 11:24 AM

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well it's turn out a little better then I had hoped Tongue

Demi couldn’t help but look at that clearly larger male with a hint of curiosity. He wasn’t without his own looks, even though he was quite grizzled and rough but she hadn’t ever considered any of that from the moment she had met him. The older male had spoken though of something she obviously didn’t know much about. Sure she knew how to be one of the last pack she belonged to but other than her mother and aunt, along with her brother, they were the only other D’Angelo’s she knew.

Demi turned softly to look up at him for a moment before asking “So what does it mean to be a D’Angelo? Is that why you’re not quite so friendly? I’m sorry if the only direction I’ve had so far is my mother and Aunt, I haven’t met any of the rest of the family” Her comment was simple and even though was a soft hint of sarcasm in it, it still rang true. How could she be expected to act as one of her family was supposed to act without knowing what she was supposed to be acting like! A small sigh escaped her lips as her eyes looked off in the direction his horse had left. Wondering if she would ever really know what the hell she was supposed to do in this world.

“That is if you don’t mind explaining it. I always felt out of place where I came from.” She added softly, if the mad scientist thought she’d ever feel at home she was poorly mistaken, she was different from most of the others, and her very nature meant she wouldn’t quite ever belong to anything.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 12-11-2010, 03:19 PM

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yay rank stuff

Well, she wasn’t quite as stupid as he thought. Larkspur eyed her with the same displeasure as before, that same caged-lion look, but he did not show his teeth. He did not show aggression as much as he did the resent of a child born-wrong. The wolf lifted his arms, cradling the right with the left, his fingers running along bleach-white scars that spoke of a prophecy he had yet to bring forth. Shaking his head lightly, the scarred male approached her slowly.

“Yer aunt and mother don’t know nothin’,” he explained boldly. His dislike for that branch of his tree was apparent. “Their father ruined his blood by sleepin’ with a whore, n’he didn’t teach ‘em anythin’.” One hand rose to his throat, toying with the stone eagle. The can tah whispered, as it always did, and his pupils widened to black holes. “Our family comes from a place called Khalif. There are three families that live there, and three gods that rule.” He hesitated for a moment, looking down at the girl and studying her face and coat.

“Yer color shows which god watches yah. You’d be lucky. The Silver Lady holds yer favor.”

Demi D'Angelo · 12-11-2010, 07:01 PM

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This is nice, since I don't know much about Khalifism it's neat for me ooc as well (not wanting to read much on it until after this thread though

Even though she could feel his resentment toward her, he had showed great restraint so far and she quietly admired it. Maybe he had learned a bit of patience while he walked this earth. Demi however wasn’t as patient, but she didn’t have to wait long for the male to come near her. Eyes looked at the marks on his arms with interest, written in a language she couldn’t read. That itself annoyed her, she’d have to find out what those scars meant. Always thirsty for knowledge, and seeking to know everything.

Her head inclined to the side in a curious manner as he spoke, soaking up what little he offered to her. Three families, three gods, she could take a guess that the three families worshipped their corresponding god. His eyes where odd as he clutched that amulet around his neck before his next words where offered. The petite little ears stood up on her head at this remark.

“The Silver Lady?” she asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt him as much as possible. Demi could really be respectful if she wanted to, but was much more fun not to be. She turned to face him with a curious look on her face

Larkspur D'Angelo · 12-17-2010, 11:38 AM

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sorry for the delay

She would never understand the scars. The language of the unformed was for those who followed Tak alone. None of these sniveling wolves would know what to do in his presence. Larkspur had never seen the form of the holy one himself, but he had seen that red eye beyond the ini and believed. He believed as certainly as blood pumped through him, so he believed.

Perhaps, too, this branch of the family was not as far gone as he thought. The girl seemed interested in her purpose, and he was glad of this. He smiled a small peculiar and terrible smile and locked his eyes on her own. They would need to learn if he was to do anything here. They did not, after all, understand that he had been chosen. “The Lady who’s as skilled with her hands as she is with a bow,” he explained, releasing the can tah as it echoed things he knew by heart. “She walks ‘tween light n’dark, n’she knows the secrets of human things.”

He paused, waiting to see what she would do. If his instincts were right (and that stupid cunning he had learned was right) he would have baited her all too well.

Demi D'Angelo · 12-17-2010, 11:50 PM

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tis okay mel!

If anything made her thirsty for more knowledge it was playing to her vanity. And vain was a word the young goddess could be describe as at time. She could read his small smile and the way he worded his reply, but a small part of her was intrigued at least. A small smile was offered up to the big male, if she hadn’t smelt the scent of a female on him already she would have filled him away as a possible fun romp with but again his demeanor hinted that he had more morals about that sort of thing then she.

“Oh really?” she asked, still not hooked entirely, the hook was in her mouth yes but the barb hadn’t dug into flesh yet. He’d have to set it. “I take it there are Two other Deities as well? Which one do you follow Larkspur?”

They were all questions she was interesting in knowing, somehow she wondered why she even cared at all, she never had paid much attention to religion before. Considering herself a pupil of science, a pupil of Stephen Hawkings, she had come across several of his books and had found the content interesting. Without proper schooling though she hadn’t been able to pick much up but the concepts where amazing. So here she was though, wondering about this secret knowledge the male kept close to his chest.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 12-18-2010, 01:35 AM

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Morality was not a concept that Larkspur understood. Misery had laid his path out very clearly, and he followed it. Nothing was more complicated than that. He had been told to keep his woman safe, do as she needed, and bring about healthy children who would save this failing bloodline. They would do so. This was all foretold to him by a prophet in mortal form.

Like the boy, she showed interested. He did not doubt she would one day disappoint him as well. “Tak,” he said, the word reverberating with reverence. “Lord of Night. His r’black like sin, n’cursed by ‘im as well. T’see ‘im is t’go mad—th’ ini n’all dark places r’his.” He paused, eyeing the scars on his arms, then continued. “Th’ third is Ankh, Lady of Light. Yer mother n’aunt share her color.”

Demi D'Angelo · 12-18-2010, 01:57 PM

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sowwy for teh suck, We can continue after my vacation

She pondered silently his words, looking him over with an appraising eye. Her heart wondered why she hadn’t been privy to such things and even though she didn’t know this man she honestly felt a twinge of sympathy for him. To be devoted to such a dark life, she wondered if his soul was as dark as his pelt, was that all he was? Could he have the capacity to love or did he accept his situation and try not to change it. And why the hell was she thinking this crap, what was wrong with her.

“Is your soul, heart as black as your pelt Larkspur? Or does your god allow for love and peace?” she asked quietly wanting to know just how much this man had damned himself to the dark. Wondering if in his faith he had given himself to such things.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 12-23-2010, 11:59 AM

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The dark man grinned a terrible grin, his yellowing teeth not yet dulled (though some were chipped). Jack-O-Lantern he was, the white splash that sometimes looked like a bird and sometimes looked like a beast nullified him. He was on the path to redemption—and as he would learn in a few days, his bloodline had been saved. For now, though, there was only the truth that lived within his heart. “There’s ways t’save souls,” he explained, orange eyes gleaming. “Afore I came here, there wasn’t no white on me. Ah might be able t’look inta th’ini, n’I was chosen by a can tah,” his hand rose and fiddled with the stone eagle. “But I dun did what I was sent here t’do. N’I’ll keep doin’ it, and you’ll see—there ain’t gonna be much black left on me then.”

He chuckled, a low and horrible thing, as if there was great mischief in what it was he had been sent to do. Then he turned and shouted for the horse, which trotted over quickly. “Now why ain’t you git yerself inside?” In one motion, he pulled himself onto the horse. Mounted, the two were an impressive figure. “We kin talk more soon, if y’want. I ain’t that hard t’find,” he added, chuckling again. With a nudge, the large mare began to trot off, leaving the young girl behind them.

Demi D'Angelo · 12-27-2010, 01:23 AM

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If you wanna go ahead and count up your points and have um archive, I believe we are finished yus?

Her eyes studied his reactions quietly. The male was in some respects honorable but she couldn’t help shaking a bad vibe from the brute. A itch that couldn’t be scratched, something screamed at her to stay away from him, bad juju, bad vibe but on the other hand she couldn’t sit here and not learn more about who she was either.

A sigh escaped her lips as she started to leave and she only offered a nod to the man before he was off on some ungodly mission or whatever it was he did with himself. Soon though she’d call on him again and maybe she’d learn more about him and her extended family.

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