the sound of white

Parker Sadira · 02-02-2011, 02:03 PM

Sorry for the wait! Smile

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Though the fathomless feeling of worry still clouded her mind, her mother and sister, Amata, had shared their hope with her. She felt a bubbling of something akin to warmth, even standing ankle deep in the chilly snow outside of the mansion. The dark hallways were beginning to suffocate her and no matter how hard she tried, she could not help but walk past Artemis' room ever few hours hoping to find a hint of change. The presence of her family made it just bearable, but even sunny Parker could not stand against the darkness forever. So here she stood on the cobblestone paths, breathing in the cold air and staring out of the gate to the endless white beyond.

The only clothing she'd managed to grab on her way out the door was her scarf; a gift from her mother. It was orange and beige knitted together in a square patterning. It hung around her neck, and down her chest. Her hands were dancing over the edges, fingertips running over the coarse feeling of the yarn as if trying to memorize it. A smile was playing lightly on her lips, ears lying casually against the curtain of hair that was hanging freely down her back.

But no matter how content she felt, she could not shake the eeriness of the silence that seemed to blanket Crimson Dreams. Denali should be shouting, running and playing with Artemis. Her mother should be laughing. Her sisters acting silly and giggling like schoolgirls as they chuck snow at one another. Parker frowned then, fur bristling as a shiver ran down her back. She turned and walked back to the expansive porch and sat down on the steps, humming a soft song to herself.

Ehno Marino · 02-09-2011, 02:41 PM

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Thank you for starting, and apologies for my own lengthy delay. <3 wc:424

A solemn energy seemed to be hanging over the land of Dreamers, flowing in along with even colder winter temperatures. Heavy hearts were all around, and the usually bustling and busy manor they called home was silent and still. A haunting string of ill events had struck the family-like pack, turning the normally cheerful atmosphere into something altogether more somber. Children were up and leaving their home or succumbing to illnesses that none of the Dreamers knew how to reverse. This helplessness only added to their despair.

Being a self-proclaimed protector of his family since he was young, Ehno particularly hated this feeling of helplessness. He wished only to take away their pains and sorrows, yet there was nothing he could really do to fix things. Though with how well he had been succeeding at the role of guardian lately, it should have hardly surprised him. All he could really offer was a shoulder to cry on and to act as a pillar of support for them until fate saw it fit to smile upon them once again.

Still, the somber quietude was beginning to wear on the Marino man. He found himself resorting to the half-full bottle of amber liquid that had settled onto one of the shelves in his workshop. The fiery warmth the drink would offer him would only offer him a temporary respite from the heavy thoughts and feelings, but that mattered little to him. He pulled the bottle down from the shelf and proceeded to head out to the front door. The Italian man wasn’t sure where he intended to go, but solitude seemed to be his best companion while drinking of late. But it seemed that he wouldn’t be slipping away from Haven Manor unnoticed, as he discovered one of his nieces sitting out on the front steps when he made his way outside.

He froze for a brief moment, suddenly feeling the need to hide the glass bottle clutched in his fingers. Her back was to him, and Ehno considered slipping back inside and tucking the bottle somewhere out of sight. The irrational thoughts vanished as quickly as they had come, however, and the Marino was left to wonder why he should have felt so guilty in the first place. Instead he continued forward, lowering himself onto one of the steps beside the pale-furred girl. He set the bottle against the wooden railing to his left, then turned to fully face his niece. “Ciao, Parker. How are you doing?” Amber-gold eyes studied her features as he spoke.

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Parker Sadira · 03-09-2011, 07:02 PM

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I'm awful for making you wait. I thought I replied to this a week ago. Sorry, Jenny! @_@

The morose feeling that seemed to darken every corner of the Manor was getting to her. Slowly but surely the sudden influx of silence was bringing the sunshine girl to her knees, but it was in these little outings that she was able to breathe again and fight it back just a little bit. Inch buy infinitesimally small inch. But it was decent progress for a girl so young. She knew of the horrors that existed out in the great wide world; Savina did well to raise them well with that knowledge, but she was always under the childish assumption that nothing could touch them here. Instead she was left in the wake of the chaos left by Artemis' fall, Denali's disappearance, and what felt like a million other tiny problems that were weighting heavy on her mind. Everything was amplified ten-fold since the accident. From the hearth going out to her mother's weight loss, to Amata and Cambria and her father, her uncle.

Speaking of which, the Italian wolf soon appeared at the corners of her vision with a gentle expression on his face, and a greeting on his lips as he settled down beside her. The invitation was always granted to him, no question, in the unspoken language of her actions and the lack of tension at the sight of him. Ehno was her uncle, and she loved the craftsman dearly. The flash of the bottle in his hand caught her attention, and she watched the amber liquid slosh around as he placed it against the railing, but paid no real mind to it. It wasn't an odd thing for the older wolves of the pack to drink, and she knew the feeling it gave could help with sadness or unwanted emotion. She understood. The quiet girl was no judge of character over something so simple.

A smile was on her lips as she turned to face her uncle, threads of the scarf forgotten as they tumbled out of her hands to rest against her stomach. "Ciao, Uncle. I'm better, but not well." She said, accent heavy as she made the unconscious switch from Italian to English. "Worried. And you?" She amended after a thoughtful pause, before lifting her ears to rest her attention on Ehno.

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Ehno Marino · 04-02-2011, 10:19 PM

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D'oh, sorry for making you wait too. XD; Maybe we can make this a quickie thread, since it's getting a bit dated?

In the Marino man’s experience, terrible things always seemed to have a way of arriving all at once. Even now, Artemis’s endless slumber, Denali’s disappearance, and the revelation of Harlowe’s twisted nature weighed down on him in a dreadfully oppressive burden. All of these events called out for attention, but there was only so much one could give to each of them before feeling overwhelmed. There didn’t seem as if there was much for them to do except ride it out and hope the tides would turn. Though as time ticked on, it became harder and harder to hold on to such a positive outlook. He was certain that his entire family was feeling much the same.

His head dipped in a brief nod of understanding as the quiet girl spoke. A sympathetic sigh escaped past his lips when she turned the question back to him. Golden eyes briefly stole a glance toward the snowy horizon before them, as if seeking an answer in the distance. There would be no such answers to be found out there, however. “Much the same,” he admitted, turning his focus back to his pale-furred niece. “Fate seems quite fond of handing us troubles, it seems.” What other explanation could there be?

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