momento mori

Jefferson Soul · 01-13-2011, 09:58 PM

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Colibri, Whisper Beach! The thread we've all been waiting for!

He had never considered himself lonely, but a soul set aside a separate entity from all the rest, an independent, a loner. The creature when first birthed as Jefferson had spent months on end alone; his own company had been those he now supposed to be the enemies of Maluki, those directly inflicted by the madman's streak of terror. Surely they had lost siblings, children, friends to the wicked, duel-eyed Clouded Tears boy; surely they had understood the feeling of loneliness, knowing it best once the eldest Soul boy had taken from them their loved ones' innocence or lives. He left behind him a trail of misery and terror, one ostracizing to any in its wake, and in the midst of loneliness those creatures only knew revenge. That had been true of Miriette, of Heath, of Gael once upon a time. He could not blame them. He could never blame them.

But even in those months he'd spent alone, grasping this new, blank state that was the name Jefferson, he had not known loneliness. Not once had the monster yearned for companionship, for a place to call home. In those seconds in which he woke up from the darkness that was Maluki, without the slightest memory in the least, he had felt peace. A few blessed seconds of numbness, of ignorance, of innocence. His head had started surging next, a blasting pain in his skull from an obvious strike to the head, and a searing hotness within his eye—was it open? Closed? He could not tell. There was no vision. At the time he'd had four legs, four able limbs. Not long after, he had lost one in an accident that had truly not been his fault in any way. He was the sinner, he knew, deserving what came his way. Jefferson did not understand it at the time. He did not know what it was he had done—but one was not born years old, bleeding from a sightless eye with innumerable scars and bruises of varying ages and depths. He was born in such a way. He was born Jefferson, even from the beginning. That, he had known from the start.

But he had never considered surrounding himself with others. Tragedy and error seemed to follow in his footsteps like a walking storm, a boisterous gale that blew down all he passed through. His collapse on Phoenix Valley borders had been accidental, never intended. He had not wanted to be a member, having planned to leave as soon as he was physically able to move again on his own, and yet it had never happened. He'd found Iskata, he'd found Laruku. They knew of this Maluki, this creature that ravaged in the back of his mind somewhere, and so Jefferson remained. There was an identity within him.

Since then, they had died. All who'd known him, the Maluki they spoke so highly of, were dead. He was all that was left; the monster had outlived them all. Haku, Iskata, Laruku. Cercelee was gone. His siblings were gone. He was alone.

For some time he wandered the pavement, his limping gait staggering over the faded lines and cracks. For some time he laid there, mid-street, among the snow and cold and wet. He wandered the beach next. Why was he here? He was not lonely; no, of course not. The pack knew of him, needed him. Geneva and Pripyat and Addison, back home. Bindu had looked up to him. Miriette and Gael had reappeared as of late. He was surrounded by so many, so many faces he himself had somehow united, as if the brute himself were of some sort of guiding light and importance. It was not the case. That would never be the case.

He gazed into the sea. It had tempted him once, but not since. What was it like, to escape life? Did loneliness follow into the next dimension?

Colibri Soul · 01-14-2011, 08:53 AM

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She continued to walk because her roots had been ripped up and massacred many years ago. Bleeding Souls had crumbled into ash, and those memories that had inhabited those lands had been lost in the fire or shattered to thin threads of nostalgia. There was no bitterness amongst the sweet after taste, but she conjured it anyway, for it was a lost life buried in years of past. She had genuinely wished, with Dahlia de Mai in her hands, that she would be able to create something new out of the ashes, but no bird phoenix had risen to brush her away with its fiery storm of passion. No, she remained empty and could not forge new chains to keep her in place. Instead, Colibri Soul wandered across this lonesome earth wondering why she could not have had the sense to enjoy what she had before everything changed and her life was shattered. Repeatedly shattered.

She was lonely, but this was her curse to carry. There were worse evils than her in this world, surely, but she had long ceased wondering the reasons for why she was punished so. At least she had the memories, though she supposed she would have been better off without them. They were the weights keeping her chained at the bottom of her lonesome, dark sea, but she was too attached to let go and float up to a strange and unknown surface. Perhaps she did wait for death. It would have been an easy task to end this misery herself, but no, she was not such a creature. Whisper beach was beautiful, even when the world was frozen and unmoving. The tide whispered incessantly, and ivory ears shifted to take in the melancholic sound. The thought of walking in and never reappear had never truly occurred to her, and would not today. She was a survivor.

Slender limbs ceased and lost intention as another canine’s silhouette was revealed to soft platinum gaze. The aging Soul female did not shy from temporary company, though her form was not at ease as she scrutinized the masculine figure. Paws brought her closer regardless, though the approach was noticeably wary. Dark nostrils flared in pursuit of an identity, but the shifting breeze was reluctant to assist her, though probably did a good job in revealing her to the other instead. Ah, well.

Jefferson Soul · 01-18-2011, 12:53 AM

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There was a dread in his chest, an insatiable ache that warned him something was coming. Nothing in the immediate future, right within his grasp; it was not his aging bones that creaked at the first sign of rain, nor the tattered skin and torn muscles of his arm that throbbed with an undying pain at each shift of weather, at each twist and turn of the body. He'd known that feeling before, that sense of something looming, but he was not a creature of fate. His hand held no grasp of it, no control over such a thing, nor did he desire it. The brute simply existed amongst it all, and whatever within his chest he dreaded would come and go, like so many faces he'd come to forget.

A scent on the breeze brought the scarred man back to the present, and just like that he twisted his neck, single green eye sent gazing at whatever had come his way. She blended in with the cold, white winter like a creature of snow; for a long while he simply watched her, puzzled, considering her presence. No, she was no ghost. Jefferson could not believe in such things. There was a physical form to her—and still the Patriarch watched, unconsciously mesmerized. What about her was so startling? And in the air was the scent she carried, a peculiar one, one he knew. But why? He knew no pure white wolves, none other than Cercelee and his long-dead grandmother, and the stranger just yards away was neither of these. Was she? Was she a stranger at all? He knew that smell, images of Geneva and Pripyat flashing before his vision. A familial scent. Familial, familiar. Her eyes, a coaxing blue. He knew them, he knew that color. He knew that calming gaze. Why?

Stiff, the cyclops pushed himself to his feet at turned, the frigid ocean breeze brushing at his thick winter pelt, stinging salt in his the countless bald spots his scars provided, tossing ice in his eye. He did not falter, raising his head eye, frowning his scars and glowing eye. Who was this ghost, this forgotten puzzle piece?

His bad leg lifted in the air, he stood three-legged before her, undaunted eye piercing into hers. "Who are you?" he demanded, voice barking over the whipping wind. He wanted to know. He wasn't sure why, but he needed to know who she was.

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