M - there is really nothing we can do

Clover Love Lykoi · 04-02-2011, 03:01 PM

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WARNING This thread contains drug use and/or references starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

Date: 2 April

Setting: Just outside the borders

Time: Late afternoon/early evening

Character Form: Optime

Word Count → 300 :: It would be cool if someone who knows about Harlowe could show up, since Clover doesn't know what's up with him. But really, anyone who is awesome is welcome. XD Clover is lonely and needs some company. Wink

There was a fresh blanket of snow to which Clover could merely shake her head. Her faith in Mother Earth had been shaken in the last couple months and this persist winter weather only aided to fuel her dismay. It was April now and Clover fully expected to see a rich array of colors blossoming, along with the return of the wild life she so dearly loved. But for whatever reason, it seemed as if Mother Earth wanted to cling to the cold, dark months of winter. Clover was growing tired of it, and as a result her faith in the wisdom of Mother Earth was wavering. The flower child felt lost.

She had left the territory of Inferni early in the morning, the sun yet rising over the grayscale horizon. A fresh blanket of white littered the ground, and the sky above was a ghastly grey. Clover felt trapped – a fluttering in her chest arising that told her that she needed to get away from this place before she went crazy. It had taken no time at all to realize what she needed, and so the girl had gone to Daisy and left the coyote clan behind for now. Her heart was heavy there, and she wanted merely to set it free.

The day was quiet and the only sounds to fill the air was the dull crunching of her horse’s steps in the snow and their quiet breathing. Everything else was lost on Clover as she let herself drift off into the expanses of her mind. Like usual, the girl held a joint loosely between her slender fingers, raising it in intervals to her mouth so that she could take hearty inhalations of the sweetly perfumed smoke. Though while the two traveled she did not think once of the boy, Clover finally realized where she had led the pair to. It was here, at the edge of the mountain, where she had found those comforting icy blue to replace the jade that had caused fissures in her chest. Was her heart trying to tell her that she was looking for his comfort yet again today?

The fingers of her free hand wound into Daisy’s mane, and the girl guided the horse around the edge of the borders so clearly marked. She would not make the mistake to trespass onto lands she wasn’t a part of. Still, the girl silently commanded Daisy to stop, and Clover looked on with longing eyes. For today, she didn’t want to be Clover Love Lykoi. Today the girl simply wanted to be free to roam where she pleased and be free from the worries of her life. The girl simply wanted to feel alive.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 04-23-2011, 06:19 PM

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Out of Character

Oh hayhay

In Character

As he usually did during the day, Larkspur and his horse trailed the wooded borders of Anathema without a real sense of purpose. He had always done this because he felt it was a duty, but it fell outside of what he was supposed to do. Of course, he realized he was hitting a dead-end as a spiritual leader. While his children had earned a healthy respect for the lessons of the Khalif, no one else in the pack seemed very open to it. Even Naniko, for she had found another faith and clung to this over her birthright. It sickened Larkspur to think that his own kin would turn their backs on the gods. She was not the first, though. Harlowe was.

The smell of smoke drifted into his nose, and for an instance, panic bled into Larkspur’s body. He had always feared fire, and feared now that what had happened in Dahlia would happen here. His horse, sensing the rider’s unease, snorted loudly and began to prance out of nervousness. Steeling his nerves, the wolf urged her on at a trot—and found that instead of a flame, there was only a girl, a horse, and a small smoking stick in her mouth. His orange eyes narrowed sharply. She was a coyote, from Inferni, and she was here.

“What d’ya want?” He barked, pulling his horse to a sharp halt on the claimed side of the border.

Clover Love Lykoi · 04-24-2011, 01:58 PM

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Word Count → 302 :: Thanks for joining! Big Grin

Though her fingers had been wound tightly in Daisy’s mane, they loosened now as she looked on longingly. There was a small part of her that hoped she would be greeted by those icy blue eyes, and yet still another part that longed to see jade. Sure, he had not quite returned the affection Clover so desperately wished to share, and she had been hurt by that, but she could not get over those eyes. The male unknowingly had somewhat of a hold over Clover, and it would not vanish until the girl set her eyes on someone new - someone actually obtainable.

The sound of approaching steps alerted the girl and straw gold eyes widened as they awaited the arrival of the beast. Though she knew it to be the sound of a trotting horse, there was no doubt in her mind that there would be a Luperci upon the animal’s back. Clover braced herself, keeping the joint between her teeth but holding her breath, only to discover that neither jade nor icy blue had arrived. Instead, intense, fiery orange greeted her and they communicated disdain.

The sharp tone of his words caught Clover off guard, and she stumbled to find a response. "Oh, um, I.. I was just looking for someone." An uneasy feeling settled into the air, and Daisy stamped a foot impatiently. The flower child’s fingers combed through the mare’s mane in attempts to soothe her. "Just visiting, is all," she clarified. She hadn’t really known what she was doing, but feared if she did not provide a satisfactory explanation, she might be accused for spying or some other task on behalf of Inferni. As it was, Clover could care less about the politics of her clan. "Harlowe," she said then, solidifying her excuse. "I heard he was here."

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OOC Ending: Larkspur very bluntly explains that Harlowe is dead. He further goes on to tell her that Anathema hasn't been friendly to coyotes in the past and it would be a good idea for her to leave, which she does.

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