M - you're just a line in a song

Vesper · 11-20-2011, 04:44 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

She's in lupus form. :3 / +336

The beach was silent other than the backdrop of waves crashing and hissing up along the flat shore. There were no infernal gulls to block the weak autumn sunlight and pierce through the peaceful quiet that had settled over the area. Undoubtedly, this was the time when the beach whispered, the ocean telling its secrets to the sands it lovingly stroked. Occasionally, driftwood would clatter against each other until it was pushed to a halt and abandoned by the tide. There were no more humans to come and clean the beach of this debris, but Vesper saw that someone had made a pile further up closer to the sea grass, most likely for tinder. She looked at the brief campsite for only a moment before walking out into the water, the coolness soaking into her pads and along her ankles.

It was not unlike the former loner to wander this far south, but it was something new since she’d joined with the coyote-dominant clan. Normally she liked to restrict her ramblings to the northern areas, but now that she had healed a little more and was strong enough to trot along, she had decided to venture beyond the Dampwoods she frequently haunted.

She had heard of a new pack springing up after that Tribe conflict. She was clueless as to the specifics, but she had skirted around the newly marked territory with interest before ending her loop at the beach. She might have come here before, unless she was confusing this with another one of the multiple beaches along the peninsula’s coastline. All she knew was that the detour wasn’t unwelcome, as she’d at least learned the boundaries of the new pack. She might check it out more thoroughly later to get her bearings better.

For now, Vesper sighed and reclined on the soft sands. The water soaked her pale belly fur, but she did not care yet. She simply kept her head aloft as her large ears swiveled in the direction of the whispering ocean.

Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 11-20-2011, 05:18 PM

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Gemma was scared. Gemma was always scared these days. It was an automatic condition for her in recent weeks. She suffered now although it would never measure up to the torture she had been through. Her fur was still short on her chest and arms from where she had shaved it, the white hair only just covering up pink skin but doing nothing to hide the scars she was covered in, the whip marks, bites, slashes and burns that were silvery and puckered and marred her. The woman felt her shame, hot and heavy as it gripped her throat. She couldn't even hide them from view because she had discarded the green shirt she had used briefly. So she had to bare them, and bare her guilt. Her ears were pulled back and her tail hung lifelessly, everything within her body language spoke of depression and self hatred.

Self consumed as she was that she didn't notice the scent and sound of another nearby to her. The crashing of the waves covered up any rustling and the salty water hid all scent trails not that she was trying at all to be aware of her surroundings. Despite her earlier conclusions that suicide had been her only option it Gemma was too cowardly to end her life via the way of drowning. The amused cackling of her mother still rang in her overly large ears as she explained to her three loved and one hated children the dangers of death by water. Gemma had listened at the edge of Libba's tolerance for her, if the white female had gotten too near she was chased away and if caught then beaten for daring to come too close to her sisters.

Ivory hands twisted together uncomfortably as she stared at the great expanse of blue before her, it was just waiting to swallow her up and drag her down into its murky depths.

Vesper · 11-20-2011, 06:13 PM

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Hooray for long-ass dream-flashback sequence! / +1,384!

Vesper dozed off eventually, pale lids falling over blue eyes as her slender muzzle dipped down onto her forelegs. She had traveled far to come here, and it did not take long to enter a deep state of sleep—one accompanied by the dream of a memory that hadn’t raced through her mind since she’d joined the clan.

The smell of crushed grass came to her, the feel of fur, the odd lightness in her chest that had gone away since those months. She tumbled over the other girl and landed in the grass chuckling, able to feel a pointy coyote muzzle press into her ribs then settle on her chest. She glanced into those juniper-blue eyes and grinned crookedly, rewarded by a giggle as the other teen snuggled up on top of her, tail swishing against her own.

“Look at the stars,” Vesper breathed suddenly, and Juniper rolled off her onto her back, their sides still curved against each other. She found it difficult to stare at the constellations like that, and quickly she forgot what else she was going to say, so instead she turned to look at the girl.

Her best friend noticed her staring and grinned. “There are stars?” she teased, and Vesper laughed.

“Your eyes are the stars,” she replied, adopting an over theatric tone, though the same strong feeling fluttered in her chest. She was rewarded by the slightest of snickers before Juniper went solemn suddenly, her eyes turning back to the star-stained sky. With all the gentleness she could muster, Vesper awkwardly reached to touch her paw, a luperci gesture between bodies that were not. But it had its intended effect as the girl looked back at her.

“Oliver and I never do stuff like this.”

The dreaded name caused the hybrid to turn cold, but she quickly closed her eyes and counted before speaking softly. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

The lean body shifted beside her; space was suddenly created between them as the grey coyote sat up, glancing down her long muzzle at the tawny yearling. A brow quirked and her mouth set in a frown. “So what does that mean?” Her voice cracked, pitched with confusion and challenge; she misunderstood, Ves could tell. She had to remedy the situation fast.

“No, Juniper—” Vesper rolled onto her stomach as well then stood, ears lowering awkwardly. “You don’t… Oliver is a rat.” The words welled out of her like a tide, dark and vehement. “You know he’s a rat, June. He cares only about himself. He’s stringing you along.”

The girl sprang back. “Oliver is strong and good, Ves, and—” She faltered. Something dawned in her eyes, though it was more like twilight, a transition into quiet and starlight like the world surrounding them. “Vesper…” Her tone changed, only after the tawny coywolf realized her own had. Too much emotion had slipped out. Her face was suddenly vulnerable.

But her voice deepened, roughened, exposed but tender, a counterpart to her softly smiling but scarred face. Vesper said, “You deserve someone who’d look out for you.” Juniper was stepping toward her. “Someone to pick you up when you’ve fallen.” She was close, and their breath mingled briefly in the cool night air. “Someone to run alongside you when you can run.” Her tone fell into a croon when the girl leaned against her chest, nuzzling and whimpering as she concluded, “You deserve no less than me.”

Vesper remembered little more of that—or little more than snatches of sensations and emotions. They sank into the long fur of the grass, and her heart soared now that she knew her place, now that she had won her battle. She rasped her tongue again and again over her friend’s ears, then her nose, and Juniper giggled, rolling over on her back. Her mouth fell to that dark grey splotch on her otherwise white chest, a teasing kiss. The next time blue eyes met something had shifted, and Ves explored lower—and the rest was a sweet blur, a cherished memory that she held tight inside her, even though every memory after that had fallen to ruins.

She woke unceremoniously; water from the incoming tide slapped her in the face and made her sputter. She recoiled and leaped onto all fours, looking around her, the warm tightness in her abdomen and heart banished into the cold surveillance of her wariness. Smirking derisively at herself, Vesper shook her head once then turned to walk back along the beach, allowing the memory of the dream to float away like cobwebs stolen by the wind.

To further dissociate herself from her past, she found the place within her that spurred on the change into her optime form. Her stomach twisted briefly as her spine crunched to a greater length, her pelvis aching as it shifted, legs growing and rising into arms in the case of her front half. She looked at her hands reflexively, curled them into loose fists, then continued her walk.

It wasn’t long before she saw another pale figure ahead of her, a luperci. She was female by the smell of it, and soon by the sight of it—though the sight of her also caused Vesper to freeze. Her throat tightened as her eyes wandered over the pink and silver scars, scars telling of a long age of fights or abuse. And while the coywolf wore her own scars like proud badges of defiance to whoever tried to fight her, this woman carried herself in a darker, sadder way. She was facing the ocean, fingers interlocked awkwardly, seemingly unaware of the other woman’s presence.

Vesper swallowed and came closer, her expression softening. She wasn’t really one to go out of her way to help every canine she saw, and definitely cared more for herself than a random stranger, but there was no way she could walk away from this poor girl and keep her conscience. “Hey there. Are you okay, sweetheart? Can I help with anything?”

Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 11-23-2011, 05:30 PM

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Blue jewels stared ahead, unseeing and yet observant, dull and yet vibrant at the same time. Her jaw was clenched so that a muscle in her neck bulged painfully and bones ground together, tendons ached within her face but she was unconcerned. Pain was all she was good for, pain to inflict it upon herself. She was lost in her mind, a sea of inky blackness that swelled and ebbed with waves far greater than any earth could conjure up from the foaming depths. She would have made a very easy target if someone had come along and taken upon themselves a desire to hurt or kill her, as it was she didn't even notice the scarred coywolf that came close to her until the woman called out.

She flinched and her hands let go of themselves to swing to her sides where they trembled with her usual fear as her head then her body turned to face the light tones of the hybrid. Echoes of her wolfen heritage adorned the woman's pelt, timbered markings unlike Gemma's smooth bright white that showed no flaw or other spots of color apart from the pink and silver of her flesh where she was lacking her fur. If Vesper cared to look into her eyes she would see a vast pool of unhappiness, a deep and endless depression that ran right to the Sawtooth princess' core, a longing for comfort, any kind of comfort as long as it was healing and wanted.

She opened her mouth to speak and for a few seconds nothing came out apart from shaking breaths until,

"Hey" Her voice carried the same soft desolation that her sapphire orbs did "No, I've never been okay" There was something about this woman that she found attracting. Maybe it was the markings on her pelt that allowed her to fully pass for a wolf with simply slightly large ears unlike Gemma's enormously obvious hybrid nature, her huge ears and tapering snout, coupled with her bulk and height it made her dual heritage glaringly recognisable to even the most idiotic of people. "You're pretty." Or maybe it was the fierceness that the other seemed to have about herself, a will to survive and succeed, to get ahead unlike Gemma's pitiful existence

Vesper · 11-23-2011, 07:40 PM

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Vesper flattened her ears and took a step back when the white-furred woman flinched and turned to face her; she was obviously afraid and likely expecting an attack, though the tawny luperci kept her posture nonthreatening, her tail even wagging slightly to reassure her. Now that she could look at the other’s narrow muzzle and other features, she recognized her as a hybrid like herself. Her lips turned up slightly, more smile than smirk this time, though it became a worthless expression when she noted the darkness in her beautiful blue eyes. The woman had already carried herself in a sad way, standing and watching the ocean, but she looked absolutely pathetic now. It was more emotional pain than Vesper had ever seen, and for a second she wanted to run away.

But she stood firm, expression sharp with concern as the other breathed erratically and at last spoke. She murmured that she’d never been okay, and again Vesper lowered her ears and looked down at her hands, feeling useless. She’d wanted to help somehow, but someone as desolate as this was beyond mere words. The Tirones was too cold, too hard, too detached from people to be able to make this stranger feel any warmer.

The compliment came as a surprise, and without really knowing it, Vesper smiled and whispered, “Not as pretty as you.” And she was, with her snowy fur, her long body, even her scars though they spoke of an ugly past. Her beauty was a sad beauty, like a lovely story that just couldn’t have a happy ending. Swallowing, Ves came slightly closer, lifting a hand slowly and gingerly. She meant to touch her arm or shoulder, though she would pull back immediately if the other coywolf backed away or showed any signs of fear.

“My name is Vesper,” the tawny woman said quietly. “What’s your name? Do you have a home to go to?”

She wasn’t sure if someone was out looking for this girl, though she didn’t know what she’d do if she had no one. Ves wouldn’t want to leave her here on the beach, but she couldn’t exactly drag her back to Inferni—or she perhaps could, since she had coyote blood. But that was a commitment she didn’t think she was willing to mate in a matter of minutes after meeting the poor stranger.

Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 11-25-2011, 06:13 PM

Loool Gemma just descended into her insane persona and Vesper most likely won't even notice Big Grin

Normal Gemma frets and worries and stresses, insane Gemma goes very calm and still XD Funny thing is insane Gemma acts more normal than sane Gemma XD
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A desperate sense of calm came over her as the timber patterned woman took a step back from her and made a conscious effort to appear less frightening. Her eyelids fluttered and half closed obscuring the top half of her gaze. The depression, the sadness and desolation seemed to lighten and a fog lifted from her mind. Their was a shimmer of icy breath that emanated from the pale blue eyed eyed femme, an unusual flash of insight occurred and she felt that this individual did not hold much fondness for socialization. The reverse compliment had her mouth tilting up in a small yet shy smile, she didn't often receive praise like that, usually it was some crude remark about the size of her breasts or the lushness of her curves.

She did not flinch again as Vesper came closer and reached out a hand, presumably in an attempt to comfort with a shoulder pat or an arm touch. However Gemma did not let the paw fall where it would but instead moved her own hand to intercept it, grasping hold of the light colored hand gently and stepping forwards a step bringing them closer. Her hand was grasped loosely so Vesper as she named herself could pull free if she wished but Gemma hoped she didn't. The touch of a woman was different from that of a man she found, it was strange and exciting. Behind her, the bald tip of her snowy tail set to wagging gently. Her head tilted to the side and a curious expression flitted over her face,

"Gemma. I don't need a home, I travel around." True for the moment but it had not always been thus so. Her sadness had all but disappeared like a ghost into the night under the promise of a new form of comfort.

Vesper · 11-27-2011, 05:15 PM

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N'aww. That's funny and yet incredibly pathetic. xD /+248

The white hybrid intercepted her paw, her fingers loosely wrapping around the cream ones as she stepped forward. There was a hitch in Vesper’s breath as she did so, and she made no motion to retrieve her hand. She’d wanted to comfort the woman, and this seemed to be helping, if at least slightly. Her free paw twitched lightly, wanting nothing more than to drift around to the small of the other’s back, but she didn’t want to spook her.

The pale female introduced herself as Gemma and said she didn’t need a home, which made Vesper frown though she didn’t argue this point. She’d been a loner herself only a month ago, and others had told her all the time that she needed someone to take care of her, though she didn’t think that was the case. At the same time, the woman had seemed too depressed and weak to handle herself, unless Vesper had simply come in at a bad time.

She sighed and said, “I’m Vesper,” before a small pause in which she blinked and smirked defensively, sheepishly. “I, uh, already said that.” She hoped that her pawpads weren’t sweating due to their close proximity, though she did give the hand grasping hers the gentlest of squeezes.

“Tell me, Gemma,” the coywolf murmured, “is there anything I can do for you?” Her blue eyes softened, and at last her free hand rose to touch her back, carefully and slowly. “I want you to be okay.”

Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 12-04-2011, 07:39 PM

yes XD
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She heard the hitch in Vesper's breath and huge audits swung forwards to focus intensely upon the pale fey in front of her. Deep blue gaze settled unwaveringly on her quarry, for that was what she had become now, like an endless tranquil ocean. Her smile widened as the other introduced herself.. again and nodded slightly, a flash of teeth showing from underneath her grin. An eyebrow was coolly raised as she felt the squeeze of paw pads against her fur-less fingers and she wished for a second she had all of her fur so this woman could see her in her true beautiful glory.

The Sawtooth femme leaned forwards until their noses almost touched and each could feel the breath of the other on the sensitive fur and whiskers there. Her other hand, the one not currently holding another was brought up even as vesper laid her own against the small of her back, her patchy paw lightly touched the scar that arched over her left eye, tracing the curvature and bumps of it, that blow must had hurt like hell and bled a lot as well. Gemma had been fortunate to avoid scars from her own head wounds but she could still remember the pain, the blood, the terror.

"Yes." Her voice was whisper soft now the two were so close and feather light as it danced across the space between them. "Stay with me.." She neednt say more than that now, if Vesper wanted clarification then she would ask for it, but the hand that was slowly creeping up into her hairline suggested what it was that she meant. A quiet murmur came from her maw and a noise of almost contentment passed her lips. The femme drew herself closer to the woman, intending to place a kiss upon her scarred muzzle.

Vesper · 12-04-2011, 11:31 PM

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The despondent woman that had been staring out at the waves seemed to have been replaced by a slightly more confident one, a female who met Vesper’s lighter-colored eyes unwaveringly and smiled at her fumbling words. Perhaps it should have been strange to the tawny coywolf for this change to be so instantaneous, but she could reason that her presence and attention was helping, if her currently sparking mind could reason anything at all. Her protective and tender instincts rose to the surface as she looked at the other’s slightly narrow features, her own expression soft and still faintly concerned. While physical attraction did play a part, it was the guardian nature in the hybrid fighter that heated the light contact between them—more like the soft crackling of a hearth, safe and warm, than any inferno of careless passion.

The white female leaned in slightly, and Vesper inhaled the other’s scent, hooded eyes flickering warmly over the other’s features. She smiled as the other traced the scar over her brow, the one her father had struck into her when she was only a teenager trying to defend her sister. Like the others, though, she considered it a badge and an interesting imperfection, and Gemma seemed to view it in the same way, showing no external signs of extreme pity or distaste.

The woman’s answer was a breath against her lips, and Vesper could feel her heart nearly breaking as she was entreated to stay. “Yes, of course,” she murmured back, almost crooned, as patchy fingers found the mess of her cropped brown mane.

When Gemma came close, the tawny woman smiled against the kiss and further encircled her arm around her, a gentle pressure tight against her waist to keep the proximity. She placed a soft lick on the other’s muzzle then ran her nose gently alongside it, placing another kiss on her cheek before burying her nose in her white hair, inhaling her rich scent. Slowly she disentangled her fingers from the other coywolf’s and touched her white abdomen, gently sliding her hand up along her stomach and her breast, marveling at the optime form and her soft fur.

Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 12-11-2011, 02:49 PM

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Gemma had never felt the mothering instincts of another before, her own mother had hated her from birth and her flirtatious attitude and curvaceously shaped body tended to make other women angry or at least jealous of her naturally gifted beauty. Most never took the time to crack the outer wall she had constructed and so their unfounded accusations and envious assumptions stood unchallenged for certainly the girl herself had not the social skills to prove herself other than an empty headed whore, meant for ridicule and shame. Strange that she should feel so protected and cared for by this woman who was smaller than herself.

Her breath shuddered in and out through the barely there gap of her parted lips as the woman answered with the affirmative, and her maw parted into the slivers of a true smile before it moved to give her kiss. She continued to stroke the others brow and short hair as hand snaked around her waist and held her tight with no chance of escape. She found herself now in the same position as she had done the day before with the almost man Liam, not wanting to leave even if there was chance to. A soft rumble came up her throat as Vesper ran her muzzle along Gemma's own and burying her nose in the fur of her cheek. Gemma was fascinated by the scars that she carried with seeming pride,

"You have been through much..." Her voice gasped as a hand slid up her chest, "So have I." She squeezed her eyes shut as the short barely grown fur covering the places where she was once bald were touched, waiting for the disgust or revulsion but it never came, Vesper seemed just as enamored by Gemma's scars as Gemma was with hers.

Vesper · 12-12-2011, 03:17 AM

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Vesper was satisfied by the quiet gasp midsentence, though she growled softly in agreement. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what the white woman had gone through to bear all these scars, carry this dark uncertainty and depression about her, but it was not her place to ask unless the other spoke. “You are all the more beautiful for surviving,” she murmured instead, slipping the pads of her fingers lightly across one of her silvered scars.

And she meant every word she said, even if she was not especially emotionally invested in this beautiful woman. She had seen too many canines simply quit, roll over and let their life dominate them, or worse yet commit suicide because it all became too much. The strong survived through worst turmoil and came out even stronger because of it. It took willpower, and it proved the worth of any canine’s right to live.

Whimpering quietly, affectionately, she nuzzled against the woman’s neck then bent one of her legs slightly, lowering herself so she was nose to chest with Gemma. Her tongue swirled against a nipple, her fingers giving the other breast equal attention before she pulled back and snaked her arms once more around the other’s long and skinny form. Gently, she pulled, hoping to bring the two of them down onto the sands.

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