even the songbirds sing

Clover Love Lykoi · 11-09-2011, 04:45 PM

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I figured Raze could come across Clover and Daisy somewhere along Halcyon? Let me know if that doesn't work, or I need to change anything. Also, from what I remember, Clover thinks that Razekiel is most likely dead from the snowstorm, but correct me if I'm wrong. My brain is still a little fuzzy on details after being away for awhile. :3

She had gone away from her beloved’s kingdom, leaving behind a tidied chamber which she assumed he had come to expect. Daisy had not been fitted with a saddle nor bridle, but the purple tapestry that had long since been in the Lykoi girl’s possession had been thrown over her broad back instead. Clover herself had slung both her knapsack and guitar over a shoulder, before heading beyond the Pictou River and further into Drifter Bay. Though snow had fallen once briefly, the weather was uncharacteristically warm and the hippie child was taking advantage of it.

Despite breaching the borders of Salsola, the girl’s mind was plagued by thoughts of its leader. The man she had met in April had intrigued Clover, leaving the girl almost breathless in his wake. There was something about those brooding, yet handsome features that captivated her and she could not pull herself away. Perhaps it was the darkness lurking just beneath the surface that had somehow grabbed a hold of her. Whatever it was, Clover didn’t know how to escape it. The only apparent thing was that the man had easily been able to sweep Clover away from the lands of her family and into his kingdom by July. The supposed death of her father and the settling depression had been warded off by the excitement of this man, and ever since Clover had been lovesick.

Because of the family’s unusual culture, Clover became somewhat of a maid to Sirius and his right hand woman, Eris. However, she did not mind doing chores for the leaders and securing their comfort. In fact, Clover had begun to feel useful again and didn’t feel so lost in the world. Inferni had begun to feel less and less like her home, and within Salsola Clover at least felt like she was contributing to something.

Still, the Lykoi child missed her siblings and thoughts of Juniper Peace would occasionally bring her close to tears. Clover had somewhat fallen away from her roots, now that she was finding her footing amongst Salsola. Though she still was the same beautiful, pot smoking coyote, her relationship with Mother Earth seemed to be dwindling. The culture and ideals of her upbringing were slipping away, somehow becoming less apparent and important. Clover had begun to realize it herself and it truthfully scared her. Who was she becoming?

Daisy had been stirred from her warm stall within the Salsolan barns for an impromptu journey into unclaimed lands. The purpose of this trip was for Clover to re-strengthen her bond with nature, and remember where her roots truly were. She did not tell anyone of her plans, had merely got up and left, but perhaps it was for the better. Inside her bag she had stashed a couple of her mason jars. Perhaps a trip alone amongst nature would reunite her spiritual energy with the love of Mother Earth.

For now, Clover left Salsola far behind her as Halcyon alone became her horizon. The coyote and mare duo pushed forward, hardly noticing as the elevation began to rise and the rest of the world slunk away behind them.

Razekiel Lykoi · 11-09-2011, 06:20 PM

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That should be correct, unless she has spoken with Sage or any members of Ichika who would have mentioned "some hippie guy" in charge. :B Thanks for starting!

Should he have told someone about that night? More than a week had passed, yet Samhain had yet to leave his mind, and not even the miracles of marijuana could fully dispel them. He did not regret a thing, really, but if his fellow Ichikans were to find out what happened after the embers of the bonfire had long cooled and the ghosts among them had long departed into the night. He thought of Gideon, how the two had never truly met, and Razekiel was pleasantly surprised to find that anxiety could still startle and occupy his heart. How wonderful a feeling, to be given concrete evidence that a soul still dwelt within, that he was still alive! A deep, contented breath of chilled, late autumn air and his thoughts were calmed, at least for the time being, once again.

Surely he and Nayru would need to chat, though. The coyote wasn't quite sure how to anticipate that. What would she say?

Once again the red-masked coy had swept his scarf around the blue roan's muscular neck and throat, as if the small piece of fabric could truly aid in keeping the stallion any warmer. Lark neighed delightfully nonetheless, and together the two strolled from Ichikan territory with no destination in mind; as if connected by mind, the horse always seemed to sense when trouble lurked within the coyote leader's mood — though Razekiel had always thought he'd been fairly skilled at maintaining positive energy and whatnot — and the horse insisted the two stroll. Then again, perhaps Lark had just wanted attention, and what kind of hippie would Razekiel be if he were to deny it to one of the Mother's strongest and most beautiful of creatures?

"It's that time of the year again, my Lark," the coyote gurgled, looking with mild dissatisfaction at the leaf-coated ground and shriveling grass beneath a layer of frost. Razekiel knew he could do nothing but wait out the winter, and though he cherished it for the sake of allowing the Mother to hibernate and rest for a time, the coyote would miss the flowers and birds terribly. The usual chorus of songbirds that typically followed him had long left for the south, and the silence that surrounded him at all times he found no less than unsettling.

Around the stallion's neck he had hung the strap of his acoustic, and with the horse's permission he gently retrieved it and slipped up on Lark's bare back and began to strum eagerly. He did not have the most pleasant of voices but in exchange a greater enthusiasm; Lark flattened his ears and lowered his head, but the coyote bellowed on with excited strums, singing no individual song but only about what they passed by in a silly, lighthearted melody.

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Clover Love Lykoi · 11-16-2011, 03:27 PM

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Okey dokey, that's what I thought. And no problem! Big Grin

Though by this time in the year it was usually much colder, there was still a chill in the air that found its way into the coyote girl’s bones. In the morning light, one found the dying grass coated with a sparkling layer of frost and breath would freeze into shimmering clouds. And yet, as the day grew longer into the afternoon, the sun would work its way into the pale blue sky and melt away any evidence of the pending winter. Soon enough there would be plenty of snow on the ground and the rest of the leaves that still clung perilously to the skeletal trees would fall away into oblivion. Everything would become cold and dark, and Clover would retreat to the warmth of her room within Salsola and wait, much like her father, for spring to resurrect the colorful life of Mother Earth’s beautiful creatures.

There was not much more than the soft crunch of Daisy’s hooves against the crisp frost and the light breeze that blew past. Darkened ears swiveled to catch the sound of more life, but there was none to be heard. Everyone and everything was preparing for the cold – preserving energy and not wasting any unnecessary time outdoors. Despite the unusual warmer weather, the birds had flown south and there was hardly a straggler to been seen. It was incredibly lonely and Clover thought that perhaps she had been mistaken about this journey to reunite herself with Mother Earth.

But it was the most unusual sound permeating the air that brought a new light to the coyote girl’s features. Though it was not something she could identify right away, there was a familiarity to this noise. A palm caressed the broad plane of Daisy’s neck, and the mare knew what it was that Clover was drawing her attention to. The duo quickly changed their course, and all the while the melody strengthened in intensity.

It was the voice the stole her breath for several moments. Clover Love was sure she was about to face the spiritual energy of her father here along the mountain, for she knew at once it was Razekiel’s voice she was hearing. Dampness sprouted amongst straw-gold eyes and Clover urged Daisy over a small crest towards the music. The image that greeted the Lykoi child was enough to warrant the overflow of tears that dampened her red-masked cheeks. Oh, Mother Earth! Oh, my Mother! She cried out quietly to herself, unsure if what she was seeing was truly the ghost of her deceased father, or a trick of the mind.

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