Let your bright light shine

Orin Takekuro · 04-08-2011, 04:46 AM

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Date: Backdated - April 6

Setting: Tala's Church

Time: Noon

Character Form: Lupus

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The noonday sun spilled through patchwork clouds to bathe the church in its comforting, golden light. The morning had been frigid and unforgiving, but as the day's crest approached, the woman who dwelled in the attic like room began to feel soothed as her new home became warm and inviting. Orin woke early that morning, as she often did - sleep was a fleeting thing these days – but her daughters slept well into the morning. Yet as the sun climbed higher in the sky and its light poured into the room, the pups were finally brought from their blissful slumber.

They were doing so well now, Orin could barely believe it. A smile pressed onto her muzzle as she watched the tiny little tan, gray and white girls yawn and work the sleep from their torpid minds. They were almost a month old, and ever since the evening when Tala found the and came to their rescue, the puppies had made a quick recovery. Orin was recovering well, too, at least in body if not in spirit. Her pups' well being was all that she care about right now, anyway.

And on that note, how could she reasonably expect the pups to continue to grow strong and thrive if she kept them cooped up in this attic? The girls made little yip yap sounds as they quickly grew restless to greet the day, so after a short feeding Orin gathered the two up in her arms and descended the staircase. “You two are getting heavy already,” she crooned to her daughters, to which she received a boisterous lick on the chin from the little sandy-splotched girl.

“Play nice, now,” she said as she set the pair down on the dais. She barely had them out of her arms before they crashed together. Game on.

The mother took a moment to inspect the church and ensure that they were alone. Not even Tala seemed to be around today. Out getting lunch, she assumed. So Orin sat down in front of the foremost row of pews and shifted into her Lupus form. She favored spending time in her quadruped shape now, as it was more like her little pups, and often made it much easier to interact with them. When the transformation was complete, she stood on her four dainty paws and stretched out her lean muscles, chest dipping to the ground first followed by a dramatically arched back and stretched hindquarters. It wasn't long until the girls noticed their mother's change in shape and ran over to her, barreling into her forepaws before clashing again in their endless war.

Ever the good sport, Orin dipped her muzzle between the girls and flicked her head, scooping the little silver one up and sent her tumbling away. She would be on her paws and back on top of her sister again in a flash. Titania did not disappoint, and quicker than Orin thought possible for those short little legs to move, the little lightning girl collided with her sister.

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Jace Wolfe · 04-12-2011, 04:59 AM

sorry for the wait, i have been really busy
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The woman was almost dead, mentally. She was nothing but a shadow and she knew it. The woman heard voices now and they told her to tear and rip and kill everyone, anyone and everyone and everyone and burning and ripping.... Jace shook her head as it got too loud for her to think inside her brain. She wiped at her face with a paw, the claws brushing through the blood matted fur. The hybrid was still covered in the pup killer's blood and gore, coupled with her scars and dead eyes she was one fearsome looking female, the blue and amber gaze swept the pack lands as she made her way swiftly across them.

The sound of yelping and soft puppy growls caught her attention as she came across an old church. One of the pack had given birth? For a second Jace came to life and physically pain flared in her chest and the crimson splashed femme dropped to her knees trying to draw in breath through the crushing despair she felt. Her babies they were gone and dead, their burial site disrespected and vandalized, their bodies flung about carelessly at her like a weapon. They were not coming back to her ever again, they would grow up with the angels now and not with her like they should. Damn Lucifer to the fiery depths of hell.

She aimed a vicious slash to the bag that she had dropped and cackled quietly to herself when it rolled away from her. Jace took a deep breath and shut everything out, all emotion and once again it was herself, dead and the voices. She retrieved the bag that contained her grisly prize and entered the church. She moved forwards slowly and with caution, instinctively knowing that the mother would attack Jace if she thought she was a thread and Jace really didn't want to kill a pack mate even in self defense.

"Hello?"

Orin Takekuro · 04-29-2011, 02:48 PM

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ooc Sorry for the long wait, muse just returned! If I remember correctly, Jace has Argul's head? Thought she'd best react to the scent. Let me know if I'm wrong, I'll fix.

As the pups tussled a creaky hinge sounded the alarm that someone was at the door. Orin's brown-stained ears perked and she turned her golden gaze toward the entrance. Instinctively, she moved into the aisle to see who was coming through the doors as her puppies played behind her, blissfully unaware of any possible danger. It suddenly felt like each hair prickled in her skin, and she could not help herself as the fur down the back of her neck and shoulders stood on end. She knew she should not be so frightened here, the angelic woman Tala assured her things would be alright here, but Tala wasn't here now, and Orin needed to be vigilant.

Only so much light filtered into the church during any given hour, so when the light flooded in through the door Orin blinked against the sudden onslaught to her pupils. Her eyes were still adjusting so she could make out little more detail other than a vaguely feminine silhouette standing at the front of the church. Then the woman spoke, and for some reason Orin eased. It wasn't another woman who had done those things to her. It was easier to remain calm around women.

“Hello...” Orin answered, without question in her voice. But the curiosity was there. Who was coming into the church? Visitors were not to be unexpected. Still, the mother held her ground, keeping her four paws firm on the floor beneath her and readying herself for anything. Oh, how she wished Tala were here right now.

“Who's there?” She cocked her head, her ruff of brown and white fur rustling around her shoulders. That was when the breeze from outside finally brought the scent to her... The scent of blood. And the scent of... someone else. Had she been tricked? Was that not a woman's voice she had heard? Had the man come back for her, found her here in her seclusion, her disguise? There was no stopping the growl that rumbled in her throat, and she whipped her head around and barked a canine order to her pups; it was a thing that was instinctive and told them she meant business, and they obeyed, finding a hiding spot under one of the pews. “Who are you, stranger? And why do you carry the scent of the devil?”

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Jace Wolfe · 05-02-2011, 03:34 PM

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The mother before her was on all four paws in front of her two daughters and Jace shifted her stance to appear less threatening, she had not know who she was going to find in here so to be wary was a smart thing to do, she took a cautious step forwards, the darkness of the church in contrast to the light outside made her eyes becomes veiled with white and dark spots that prevented her from seeing properly. Shaking her head she took another step forwards as the female echoed her words of hello. She had never met this woman before and the scent of the Valley was faint on her unlike Jace who it clung to thick and strong, obviously she was relatively new to the pack and not long past giving birth from the size of her pups.

Jace was about to answer her question when a strong breeze suddenly blew from the door behind her, ruffling her fur and sending her own scent and the scent of blood and Argul's decapitated head towards the mother canine. A rumbling growl met her doggish falling ears and a command to hide to the little ones. Her response to the growl was to laugh, the sound distorted and cracked through a throat that had not done so in some time. She let go of the blood stained bag and it fell from her blood splattered grasp, hitting the floor with a wet sounding thud, Jace found the noise quite funny but she kept the mirth to herself.

"I am Jace Wolfe, one of the Praeas of Phoenix Valley. And you need not fear the scent of this devil any longer dear, for he is as dead as the people he murdered by my hands." Jace crossed her arms and waited for the females next response to her words.

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