she's the flower that you place on my casket

Clover Love Lykoi · 08-06-2011, 05:07 PM

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Date: 06 Aug

Setting: Borgata Colotl, within The Ruins.

Time: Late afternoon

Character Form: Optime

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Word Count → 372 :: Pan lives in the Ruins, right? I figured most everyone does. Anyways, I hope this works. Let me know if I need to change anything! <3

The Chateau had become the center of Clover’s new life – it was the true heart of the thistle kingdom, it was the place she had first been brought upon her arrival, and it was where she now spent much of her time. The Lykoi woman had not strayed far or long from the Cosca Iztac, merely because it had become comfortable to her now. And of course she would only be lying if she denied that she hung close to the Ruins so that her soft golden gaze could befall the Thistle King more often.

The lithe coyote moved through the skeletal remains of the castle almost as silently as a ghost – her padded footfall muffled by the leaf litter that decorated much of the floors like forgotten holiday confetti. Darkened ears turned at the slightest sounds, searching for others within the Ruins. She sought Sirius, or perhaps even Eris, if they were around. Clover had gone to her old home of Inferni to retrieve some of the plants she had tenderly planted and cared for there. Now that she had successfully brought some to Salsola with her, she was curious to know where it would be most appropriate to permanently plant them. For now, her precious vegetation grew in a small mason jars she had filled with soil. They would not last long if they did not find a more appropriate home soon. However, Clover had not yet found either of the leaders and had been received mostly by solitude upon her return home. She knew the Ruins were often where many of the family members would spend their idle time, but it seemed as if most had chores or things to do elsewhere. Or else, Clover was looking in all the wrong places.

She stopped along one of the corridors that was open to the outside, lifting herself onto the crumbling wall that only was about as high as her own waist. Once settled, Clover plucked a rolled joint from her headband and fished for the matches in her denim hot pants’ pocket, and lit the cylinder’s end to find the sweet, savory smoke filling her lungs. She supposed she’d find one of her leaders in a matter of time.

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Pandemic D'Angelo · 08-06-2011, 08:39 PM

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OOC here! Table by Sie; Image from Flickr

He was no mere child anymore, yet the Family would continue to consider him one until he had managed to prove his worth to them. Pandemic was no patient boy though, and he had yet to receive a mission that he could seek to accomplish. His new body didn’t quite feel at home yet, but he had been born into societies that heavily preferred the optime form, and all he could do was to work to adjust to his two-legged appearance. The use of hands with developed thumbs was quite exciting, even if he was extraordinarily clumsy compared to his parents and sister. Salvia had always been the brighter sibling.

With the lack of a greater meaning, the coal pelted boy enjoyed stalking the ruins located in the heart of Salsola. He was the shadow stalking during the day, and the invisible breath in the night. But Salvia managed to steal away despite this, and once again the young D’Angelo male found himself failing at locating her. It was very likely that she wasn’t around at all. His earthen hued sister travelled about more than him. Pan had not changed much since his days in Anathema’s underground tunnels, and still preferred staying close to home and his family.

Though, after the slave had struck his sister, he had some issues letting her out of sight, and therefore spent a lot of his time worrying. One day, he would confront the tongueless creature and avenge her.

Onyx nostrils flared at a familiar scent, and the dark giant of a teenager moved to check out who was nearby. It was easy for silvery eyes to catch the adult’s form, as she was seated on one of the many crumbling walls. He was suspicious of her, of course, but approached her nevertheless. He was too young still to resist his own curiosity. No words rose in greeting—he was rather shy, sort of, but it was clear that he sought interaction as he stopped before her, inhaling some the sweet smoke she feasted on.

Clover Love Lykoi · 08-06-2011, 09:03 PM

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Word Count → 310 :: <3

While the smoldering thing was held gingerly between her teeth, Clover gripped the stone beneath her with both palms and carefully swung one leg over the side so that she sat straddling the wall. If she were to fall, she’d be in for quite a tumble, but she did doubt she would be in any real danger. Either way, the small rush of adrenaline was welcomed. She had perhaps only been idle for a few silent moments before approaching footfall alerted Clover to the boy’s presence drawing near. Dark colored ears turned to catch his sound, while pale gold eyes sought his shadowy figure.

He was the youngest member of the family she had yet to see (which wasn’t saying much, since she still did not know many) but he was obviously well into his seventh month, for he came upon her similarly in Optime. It was this form with which Clover was most comfortable, most agile, and most often seen in. In fact, she couldn’t quite recall the last time she had spent a day on four legs instead of only two.

"Hello love," she greeted him, dipping her maw towards him. Clover still had much to learn about the social conventions of Salsola, but she was doing better with how things were supposed to be. He was still somewhat young, so she hoped by being polite it would serve as an adequate display of respect. She brought the joint away from her mouth, letting her hand fall idly to her thigh while the thing rested safely between slender fingers. "I’m Clover," she offered, tilting her head slightly to one side as her gaze studied his black coat, admiring its lack of imperfections. "I don’t think we’ve met. Who are you?" Perhaps maybe the young D’Angelo had seen either of the leaders, and Clover could continue her little quest.

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Pandemic D'Angelo · 08-07-2011, 02:46 PM

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heartheart, my duckbb

Salsola had not existed for very long, and many of its members were still strangers to the platinum eyed youth. He had worked on becoming more outgoing, for he had several issues to work through to become a strong member of the Family. Salvia was well on her way becoming something in life, and the male wanted to be a part of that path and follow her. Always, he wanted to be by her side. There were cruel memories locked in his head; a burning relative and blood and screams. This place was safer, and Pan was not ignorant of his gifted genes. He was no longer a small, defenceless child, but his mother had given birth to a new litter, and the protector instinct in him was fierce.

The adult called him love, and if he had ever managed to create an air of dignity, he would have lost a great deal of it then. Grey eyes fell from hers at once, and as the small change was accompanied by the touch of a frown, it revealed his awkwardness well. He wanted to tell her who he was and what he was, but Pandemic’s voice was often absent in the presence of individuals he did not know well. The response to her name was a smile though, for he thought of the little, sweet growth she had been named after. Although the humid, dark caves of Anathema had been his favourite place in the whole world, he had eventually started to like the open air and its rich taste, as well as both flora and fauna that was found here. He wanted to like Clover.

She even asked who he was, and his perfect onyx tail wagged without restraint. ”I’m Pandemic D’Angelo,” he voiced, mentally groaning at the instability in his voice brought on by the age where boy became man. He wanted her to understand who he was. Would she be impressed, learning that he was the only son of Eris Eternity and Larkspur D’Angelo? There was a silent pride in being the only male offspring of the pair. Wretch was lost and gone and dead to him, but he had many new, female siblings. Yes, Pandemic’s life was full of joy and love. ”What are you doing?” Colourless eyes settled on the smoking stick residing between two slender fingers.

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