I am the night

Salvia Eternity · 07-01-2011, 12:04 PM

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The fact of the matter was while she quite enjoyed her Optime form, Salvia realized she could not stay in it forever. Her skills were strongest with her four-legged shape, where she could be silent and sleek. Size had made her need to watch her steps constantly, for she was large enough to make noise where others might not. Faint coyote blood had given her sleekness, however, and one could not deny that while she was (almost) fully wolf she walked with the grace of a cat.

Green eyes took in the tan grass of the bay’s landscape with intensity in their gaze. She had not changed since her rise to adulthood within her family’s pack, but now new that duties and not simply frivolity would become her life. This was why she came looking for her brother, intent on ensuring she would not face the world alone. Earthen coat did not much betray her here, but her brother was a shadow that could hide amongst the twilight hours. This was why tracking him seemed so much more appealing.

Pandemic D'Angelo · 07-01-2011, 12:23 PM

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Pan’s growing body revealed the deep discontent running through his veins. Days had passed, but no peace managed to cool the D’Angelo boy down. And momma’s boy was uncertain of whether he should reveal this disturbing tale to his parents or not. They had suffered enough, and Wretch hadn’t even recognized him! He hadn’t known he was a soul capable of such anger, but he had been proven wrong. He had entertained the thought of finding Salvia, but at the same time he had ached for solitude to be able to think through these last couple of days. Did he still have a sister left? He was jealous of her optime form and the horse that she spent time with. He was jealous of everything and everyone close to her.

His feet were tired from days filled with travel, but he had not been not ready to return to Salsola immediately. He had pushed his large, bulky form into a large rhododendron bush and remained there for most of the day. It was nice and quiet here, and he had quickly discovered that the warm sun effectively heated him up these days. It was better to remain in the shades. But he didn’t like to spend the nights alone, so now his stiff limbs started to move, finally. Solitude was dangerously close to loneliness, and he did not like to be alone in the world when there were other alternatives.

Salvia Eternity · 07-01-2011, 12:32 PM

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There was no way that she could miss the scent of her brother, for it was deeply engrained within her own. They were much alike, save the fact that Pandemic so often seemed willing to remain quiet. Salvia could not hold her silver tongue when she felt the need to speak. Often this got her into trouble; her arrogance was interpreted as disrespect. This was not to say she was not being disrespectful—Salvia, like her mother, was a proud and fiercely egotistical creature.

The trail led her to the shadow that was her blood, and she reflected on how much larger he was than her. She envied that. He would be as big as their father, while she would never tower over the world with such height. Her approach was silent, presence made only by the wind turning and bringing her scent down to the dark shape that she imagined would one day bring fear into many others. How much like Tak the boy looked, save his starlit eyes.

Pandemic D'Angelo · 07-01-2011, 01:03 PM

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And as always, he found it strange that he never realized how much he had craved her presence until the moment he caught her approaching scent on the wind. There was little to no sound to reveal her closeness, but Pan was well used to Salvia’s quiet steps. In fact he thought it was a natural thing, that the girl showed up when he needed her. His eyes rose to her form, shadowed by the absence of sunlight, her eyes deeper green in the twilight shade. He inhaled deeply, tasting her scent before poking his velvet snout against her lighter shoulder.

But her mere presence couldn’t remove his discontent, and within stormy eyes, frustration was visible to her, his dearest sibling. ”Salvi,” blood of my blood. Once there had been three of them, but not anymore. ”I found Wretch,” he whispered, wondering how his voice could be so hushed and smooth when he wanted to scream, perhaps even weep. But he could confide in this girl, for she was part of him as he was a part of her. The boy’s white teeth glistened against his sister’s fur, but it was a paler girl they wanted to glare at.

Salvia Eternity · 07-03-2011, 01:02 PM

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His touch caused small electrical surges to rush through her shoulder, and she leaned into him and stuck her own nose into his thicker, broader neck. Touch between them was as intimate as their often silent communication. Yet she sensed his discontent and so drew back, stiffening. His eyes, so often starlight, had become a tempest that offered no comfort. Her ears folded back childishly, afraid of the storm brewing within her larger, darker brother.

Then he spoke in such a quiet tone that she had to lift her ears. The name he spoke made her body stiffen and go rigid. Along the length of her spine her fur rose, anger coursing through her blood. How dare she see him and not come home. How dare she. Salvia’s pupils widened dramatically, swallowing all but the faintest ring of green around them. She became very still. “Where?” Was all she asked, voice low, throaty and terrible.

Pandemic D'Angelo · 07-03-2011, 02:23 PM

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Her touch would have brought on comfort if this had been any ordinary day, but he couldn’t feel anything but cold and heat kicking up the thunder within. It made him angry to think about the pale sister he had love, and speaking of her out loud brought on more of the storm. She drew away from him, but this allowed her to glare at her eyes, and he watched her black pupils swallow lovely hued irises. But he could only see one face before him, and it hurt because she hadn’t known him. He hadn’t considered Salvia’s reaction to such news, and would perhaps regret his inability to keep his feelings in check at a later time.

Dull claws curled into the soft earth beneath him, holding onto the ground so that he wouldn’t fall into the endless amount of sky above. How strange that childish fear would come and hunt him at such an hour. The boy’s strong heart drummed selfishly, and there was a sick happiness to the dangerous taste of her question. Only she would understand him so easily, and Wretch had never ever been a true sibling of theirs. He hadn’t known where he was—had not strayed so far from home before, but he could guess. ”Between Anathema and that coyote pack,” he rumbled.

But Pandemic could not hold on to the ground. The boy’s peaked energy could not be contained by stillness. ”She didn’t even recognize me!” he roared, his voice stronger than that of a young boy. It bothered him that he couldn’t share Salvia’s current form, it didn’t feel right to be so different. How could Wretch fail to recognize her own flesh and blood? Nothing was more important than family in Pan’s little world, and he couldn’t understand that the light sibling didn’t want to be a part of it anymore.

Salvia Eternity · 07-03-2011, 02:43 PM

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If he had not come to her now, she would have hated him for it. Yet the girl wished it had never come to be; that he had never found Wretch in the forest. She stared ahead and watched his face swallow the starlight and turn it dark. Perhaps the stories had been wrong; perhaps Ankh had abandoned her sister and the dark god like Wretch had done. It felt palpable, then, and real. They were meant to be gods, but did the gods feel like this? Could gods feel so betrayed?

Pandemic’s bellow startled his sister, who jerked at the sound. Her pupils shrank almost instantly, and she found herself facing a wrath in the shape of her brother. She was reminded of her father. She thought of Harlowe and felt a shiver ripple along her spine. Salvia wished dearly to comfort him, but feared to touch the black beast her brother had become. “Then forget her,” the girl said lowly, voice rumbling. “If she doesn’t remember us, we won’t remember her.”

Pandemic D'Angelo · 07-09-2011, 09:49 AM

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He'll probably start shifting in the next reply :]

Heat clung to his muscles and made them tense, burning alongside with his rage and disappointment. It was unthinkable that a family member had behaved in such a way, and he couldn’t quite digest what has happened without throwing on an uncommon tantrum. Electric current continued to run through the perfect black of his coat, magnifying the already large outsized body to the maximum. He loved the rumble in Salvia’s voice, her response adding to his, making the betrayal much lighter to carry for him.

But how could he forget about her? His earthen hued sister’s words seemed so right, but how could he forget the one individual he had ever mourned? Narrow slivers of solid silver stared at depths of forest green, but it was truly not Saliva such heated negativity was directed at. He hadn’t felt like this earlier. His chest ached as it had, but the rest of the youth’s body seemed to have joined the rebellion as well. He craved the darkness of the Anathema caves, but that place was not home anymore."Yes!" he hissed; wanting to forget all about the treacherous girl that his heart still cared for, even if it hurt.

Salvia Eternity · 07-09-2011, 12:24 PM

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Oh how she envied him. He was muscle and sinew and night-colored, much larger than her, larger than most, and he would only continue to grow. She saw it now, the way his fur rose from his shoulders like wings, and knew he would become something far different than Tak. What malice now lived in him was foreign and the girl envied him for feeling the depth of such a betrayal. Her own fury felt soft next to his, fake. This was perhaps her own doing; she had slowly begun to lose her emotions in the wake of this new adult world.

She stared at him, wishing to capture him as she had tried to capture Sirius, knowing that the power she held over animals would not be the same as one held over men. Yet this vision was magnificent and perhaps until he was older, until they fought in actual battle and knew the rage she had seen their father display, he would never look as beautiful. “I’ll always love you Pan,” she whispered, her voice throaty, husky, womanly. It was only a hint of what one day it would become, for she was still a child. She knew, though, that this would never change. No one, nothing, could make her stop loving this beast made of starlight and shadow.

Pandemic D'Angelo · 07-10-2011, 03:26 PM

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Aand archive? Big Grin

White daggers glinted dangerously behind parted lips, but they weren’t hungry with madness anymore. His heart was young and unused to darker forces. Thoughts managed to travel around the newly erupted hole in his conscience, and the one before him was all he needed. And her words soothed the undeveloped beast, and the storm in his eyes returned to gentle overcast. Ears stretched forward, hungry for his sister’s lovely tones. Pandemic leaned against his sister, a smile settling on his dark face as her words replayed in his conscience.

He believed her, as he knew she would believe him. ”I’ll always love you, Salvia,” his whisper returned, thunder replaced with a soft breath. Pan’s heart would no longer beat for Wretch. His mother had seen the truth, as had Salvia. He too would turn his eyes forward and continue on without her. The sensation in his body did not fade as his mind found ease though, but silent joy was what followed as he understood what this could be. He smiled against the softness of Saliva’s pelt as his body slowly began its first shift. Now they would be the same again, the two of them.

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