[M]Cant Fight the Moonlight

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 01-20-2012, 11:08 PM

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He and Anann had received a letter, through a strange wolf, inviting the pack to join in some festivities. Originally Jazper had been cautious but after visiting the market and seeing the mass gathering he had quickly decided it would be good for him and the pack. With so many canines so close he was naturally on edge but instead of sitting at home paranoid he put on his best clothes and bear fur cape and marched his way through the crowd, allowing the others to catch Casa’s scent off of him and be aware of just who was protecting the lands. The alpha was sure that as long as he made an appearance every couple of days it would keep awareness of their near by pack up and keep strangers of ill will away.

A few nights ago he had stumbled across the tent where Haven and Princess, two wolves he happened to know, were teaching dancing. Although Jazper was certainly a much better swordsman than dancer he was not bad and quite enjoyed the atmosphere. In the early nightfall he made his way towards the tent where he knew couple and singles would flock. The dark leader had dolled himself up for the day, deciding he would meet a girl on the dance floor. He wore a deep crimson button up, opened to bear his scars as most shirts just fit him without the hassle of trying to button them up. His fur was well kept and his military Mohawk was styled loosely up in a handsome manner. A chocolate bear fur cloak sat hanging loosely from his shoulders dangling down to his mid calf, just below where his neatly kept beige pants were cut to the knee.

As he expected couples filled the dance floor, swaying to and fro, while other canines stood or sat along the sides. The room was lit with candles and soft music, including the sound of strings, floated on the air. His golden eyes searched the tent, looking for a girl that would catch his eye. Many were well dressed; styling long flowing dresses of various colors that flashed in the candlelight. About to take a spot in the corner to observe the dancing a splash of red and orange caught his attention out of his peripherals. Turning his lips twisted into a quirky sideways grin…

X'yrin Exultare · 01-20-2012, 11:48 PM

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Upon arrival to the Festival grounds, the day was spent in setting shop while acquainting herself with the market and wares. As a would be shop-keep there was little time to spare to fully indulge in the sights and sounds brought on by the collaboration of varying creatures. No doubt time would favor her inevitably to succumb to the splendors and play the part of a spectator for a time, but for the better part of the day she was an organizer, a Shepard of another kind to assure that she and her mate would be secure in their stay.

Night could not come swiftly enough, calling an end to the labors of the day and the beginnings of the after light lives desperate to breathe the free air. Throughout the day she was tortured by the sounds of music and laughter, the trills of excitement coupled with the exuberant mirth one felt when overcome with rapture. She wanted to take part in that… desperately her Mareck heart craved it; a trait learned by her sister who showed her how to dance and acquire a taste for music. With her lithe formed sibling absent, and no sure hand to take lead of her, she would waltz into the world of dance upon her own two dexterous feet, but not without due decorum for the occasion.

While the fair ladies beneath the cover of the tent were adorned in extravagant dress and cotton garb, the Nomad woman had not silk nor cotton, but furs upon her proud frame. The red of the fox fur, of her first kill, was groomed to pristine condition made radiant by the firelight that cast the whole of the dance in a heated glow and red and gold. And from beneath the wore flesh beneath hung only the more extravagant tails of her kills. An array of red and white adorned her left shoulder while the other was left bare. Her cloak of elk hide had been left behind for the sake of ease in movement and fluidity while her trophies remained clasped to her shoulder and arm. Perhaps more feral than a dainty dress, her attire, but then the woman was far from a delicate creature.

As she prowled through the waltzing crowd with umber digits wrapped around the tail end of her tamed, woven mane, she carried about her a majestic air but was made humble by the polite smile worn upon her lips. Among the swaying forms lost within the captivating melody of song, she walked with graceful stride falling in step with the rhythm that graced her ears. Each step was not upon ground, but within the music itself as it conducted the path that led her feet and invoked her body to sway to subtly. Gradually the spell conjured by the strings consumed her as well and all else faded to obscurity. The entrancing firelight lured her sauntering form from the lonesome edge of the gathering and deeper into the glow cast by its unbridled radiance. Her amber eyes were blinded by its light, compelled to close only when the legato rhythm of the strings invoked her to do so and surrender to the sweet renditions…

Yet when they opened again, they saw not the orange of the flame but sun-kissed gold. Her eyes drew wide as the cry of a lone string sang sweetly in her ears, quickening her heartbeat as the lone chord when on…endlessly, then was joined again by its longing pair. She held his gaze until her heart reclaimed is natural rhythm and the anticipation roused by the soloist was dispelled with the climax of the chorus. From where she stood within the light of the fire, the woman carefully extended her arm in offer…

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Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 01-21-2012, 12:40 AM

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He watched her silently, just watching. It had been almost two full moons since his bright eyes had seen the wolfess wandering, seeming to search much like he was. Instead of moving forward he simply allowed himself a moment to take in the warrior among the ladies. It made him want to chuckle at he unique dress. While all the girls dressed up fancy, showing off their curves under silk and perking their breasts up in tight dresses to show off she held a more rugged sense of beauty, a more captivating kind of beauty. While he was personally a fan of covering up he was not one to think poorly upon those who decided not to wear human clothing or to wear little of it and it was clear to him that X’y was the kind of girl who preferred the basics and her vaguely covered body made his eyes linger over her muscled body, which he could still overpower.

The music stopped for an interlude between songs, a moment for lovers to speak and laugh but for Jazper it was a more than that. Suddenly golden eyes turned to meet his in the silence and pure tension. His body language never faltered, sternum raised, head held high and in pride, and tail perked up in a small display of dominance. He did not want her to take his confidence as a threat but a sign that he was an alpha and a proud one at that. He allowed their eyes to steadily stare as a single violin entered on a melancholy melody, longing for another as he longed to regain love of some kind.

A chocolaty hand was slowly offered into the air, the light of the candles dancing on her fur. Without a word he moved forward, cupping his large coal fingers under her brown delicates. Slowly, to the rhythm of the violins, he bowed his head down, one his opposite arm pulling his bear fur cloak back and his lips gently touched the top of her outstretched hand. Large body raised again with the music as he took her paw more firmly now, and moved it further up into the air and he moved closer, his broad body and formidable height making her look like a smaller woman. Finally, his other hand found her hip and with all the smoothness that only age and experience could grant a male he began to lead the dance.

X'yrin Exultare · 01-21-2012, 01:13 AM

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No bells of warning, but a song of content… of longing, as the Knight drew nigh to satisfy her beckon. Upon her lips was a fond smile made by the rekindled warmth of his familiar touch upon her hand. Such lavishing warmth radiating from their reunited hands, truly melting the woman’s heart as she looked into his golden eyes, her own again alight with anticipation.

As he placed his muzzle to her hand her ears drew back bashfully whilst her heart skipped out of sync with the song of the lone violin. It was night impossible to suppress the growing smile upon her lips, so she let it flourish and come to life in all its radiance, rivaling the spectacular flame in its brilliance. That manner in which she had become, a fool burdened by a fluttering heart as she succumbed to the lovely tune, mattered little to her. If only for a moment, she wanted not to wear the garn of an Exultare but enjoy the gaily mood of the Marecks. Indulge if but for a moment in the life her sister lead whilst among the Nomads. To be free to sing, to dance without worry, to be merry and take part in the exuberance of life. And as the beginning of her stay upon these grounds, she was offered a lead into this fragment of life and let herself be carried off without contest…

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Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 01-21-2012, 01:30 AM

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Her lack of protest encouraged the warrior, making him feel young and full of energy. The way she looked, the way her smile beamed at his kiss, the way she damn well held herself was just enchanting. His own lips could not help but to join her in a puppish and hopelessly goofy grin in his own excitement. Within him was an energy he had not felt in a long time, not since he was chasing after Ghita hoping that she would give into his charm. Even though he barley knew the girl he knew that they shared the same values and that nothing bad would come of a little dancing, what was the worse thing that could happen after all?

With his new found courage he began to dance with the golden warrior in his arms, swaying to the beat and allowing his feet to take graceful steps in a triangular motion, all the while being very careful not to allow one of his large feet to step on to his companions. The sound of the strings tweaked at his heart, playing with his emotions. The violin was very dear to him as he had been playing it since he was able to shift and often was the one to provide the romantic music. For a split second he allowed his thoughts to shift from the lady in his grasp to wondering who was playing the music before he shook himself from his thoughts.

The music continued, growing stronger and more courageous and all the while increasing his on confidence until suddenly he was gently holding the fae close enough that their bodies almost touched. Her scent filled his nostrils as he took in slow breathes, unwilling to disturb the music with any sound. The scent made his head feel light and left her as the only thought in his mind. She really was quite beautiful and he was more than happy to share this moment with her.

X'yrin Exultare · 01-25-2012, 09:13 PM

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Their movements were sweeping, becoming much more than a procession of steps to rhythm. As the band played on and they drew closer together, their forms sinfully pressed against the other as they danced, it evolved into fluid emotion enrapturing the pair as they feel deeper under the spell of the strings.

Fur caressed the tightly woven material that kept their colors from melding as they slipped further into the other. The feel was foreign, disdainfully alien but did not release her from the hold the music had upon her. It was his warmth, his precision, their seamlessly timed steps that kept her melded to his form, with nothing other than the melody on her mind. Perhaps this intimate comfort was wrong to any other in her position. Well loved and mated, bound to another not only in title but in heart. Yet as she danced, she felt not as if she were betraying him, but felt a growing disappointment that the man that held her and carried her off through this lively ballad was not her mate… but a friend.

She had felt such enjoyment with him that she believed the sensations elicited were more wrong than their closeness. She couldn’t have felt like this with any other… so at ease and so… happy. As the sadness crept to her visage, her ears lowered against her skull and her measured steps began to slow until she could not move at all, even as the playing violin reached its crescendo then gradually quieted towards its end. “I am sorry…” she whispered, her voice no longer catering to the trill of ignorance that was laden within it when first they met. A great deal of change had overcome her since last they saw each other and every emotion that came from it was worn on her face. She looked to her partner kindly, tipping her head back just enough to catch his sun-kissed eyes and offered him a smile. “I hadn’t imagined us seeing each other again like this,” she confessed, her smile brightening just a little before its light again receded. “But I am glad for it Jazper. Truly. To dance with you is like a dream gifted by the ancestor’s themselves… but,” once more, her ears lowered and her stunning gaze averted from his powerful own. “...this was not the dream I wanted to have. Though I am glad you are in it.”

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Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 02-04-2012, 06:00 PM

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The poor sod was starting to believe he could have this beautiful fae as he held her, over come by all of his senses. She smelled wonderful; Fenris knew he would never forget the scent of X’yrin or Ichika from now on. The continuous motion of violin pushed him to move his feet, demanding his attention to break from his companion, but the music simply made him more captivated by her swaying body. God she was gorgeous. It took all his strength to hold himself back from kissing her then and there. The animal within him wanted to sweep her off her feet, find a little place to hide from the world and enjoy her body even more. But his mind was stronger than instinct and he reminded himself that the lady that moved flawlessly with him, was not someone he knew particularly well, and although they shared values and music, she was from a different pack, she lived a different life to the North that he did not know about. So he withheld himself.

It had been a long time since he had this much fun. His face was full of joy as he led her around the room with a large grin, even humming along with the music at certain points. There was nothing he would rather be doing now. Although he was an adult, not a hormonal teen, in this magical moment he felt like a young teenager, with his first crush, trying to earn a place in her heart. It was truly exhilarating. As the music slowed he wanted to tell her how happy he was, how he was glad to be with her, how much he enjoyed her company but before the music died away her whisper reached his perked ears.

Concern glazed over his eyes as he pulled back slightly, one hand holding hers an the other resting on a hip. Her ears were pulled back even as she attempted a smile, causing his own tail to pull under his rear slightly and ears to move as far forward as the could, as though if the leaned forward enough he would be able to hear her thoughts. Her words confused him slightly but he managed to speak, “I’m glad too.” Pausing he added, “Maybe I could somehow fit into that ideal dream of yours?” He teased lightly, still unsure of what the female was going on about.

X'yrin Exultare · 02-07-2012, 01:09 AM

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So sweet of a dream should have been sinful to her mind… and yet it was her heart that felt it was on the brink of betrayal. She had made no movements to suggest it, no lingering touch nor sensual embrace, and yet her heart felt it was not truly pure. Taint, if only a splotch upon the pristine façade had marred the purity of her heart, and such was brought by this wonderful dance… from seeing him again. She felt ashamed for experiencing this happiness in the arms of another that was not her mate. For feeling secure… happy…cared for. Even the thought made an audible break to her heart and with guilt she withdrew her hand and held the glove protectively to her chest.

But her eyes never left him. Like desperate moths to the flames they lingered and drew deeper into the sun-kissed glowing pools of light, seeking that warmth… the celestial glow of the heavenly body. And when he spoke she felt her heart hammer faster against her chest and became breathless again, and utterly drained. “I…I cannot imagine to know what the ancestors foresee from this moment onward,” she confessed in breathless tones. “But we can only be expected to walk along the paths they pave for us…however obscure.” She could not fathom if he understood her or not, but hoped her words would achieve some recognition by him. It was all she could hope for. That… and to see him again when the powers that be permitted it.

And so, the woman bowed humbly to her partner, withdrawing her hand from her chest to gentle grace his still warm palm then amble away from him completely. Though dazed from the exhilaration, her senses were still about her gathering what they would reach. And in their blind search, she found the towering form of her mate socializing with a young girl, well on his way to drunk and amusement. She said nothing as she paused in stride and caught his eye, her own then wandering over the young girl before looking again toward the entrance again. And still, with her lips silenced she departed to rest for the remainder of the night.

[Exit X'yrin]

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