Say it Once...Say it Twice

X'yrin Exultare · 08-15-2012, 10:06 PM

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Setting: Afternoon of the 17th. A gentle breeze coupled with lightly clouded skies.

Location: Rock Garden

Form: Optime

Stubborn was the Nomad that clung to her bed of various furs, and selfish had she become in wallowing in her own grief. Dismissive, bothered, it could hardly be said that she was worth speaking to like this. A useless heap tangled on the floor holding dearly to the trinkets of the past better left hidden. A dagger commemorating the spark of longing that came to life with her love’s first departure. A jeweled collar meant to convey an everlasting love gifted by whom she had given her all for. She could have laughed bitterly at just how unfavoring ‘love’ was to her, but the will was not in her nor could she be bothered to waste her breath on something so petty. But she would do as she had done for the past couple of days; she would look to these items, recall the good they brought her, then hide them away again to be surfaced on the following day and use them as a means to bring calm to her internal turmoil.

Fixing her piles of furs atop the trinkets again, she would rise then and acknowledge the pup waiting for her attention with a gentle lick, then pull him into her arms to leave the den and take on the afternoon. As it had been for days, her daily grooming routine was forfeit. The bipedal form was retained during her critical time more for the sake of abating her receptive behavior than for added mobility. When her movements would have been swifter on all fours, she also knew it was in that vulnerable posture that her sense was pushed aside for instinct. Those troublesome drives felt harder to control, and as she was now at least mentally, her desire was to keep as much of herself as she possibly could. But even that tactic felt like it was failing as the days crept by.

But she couldn’t dwell on that now, nor the sadness that lingered about her proud form. She had a pup to keep happy and could not afford to let her troubles spill onto him. As promised, the day would be a day of play but with a little introductory training to get his senses working more. What better place than the gardens with their solid pillars acting as obstacles for the pup to overcome. She would teach him to feel the difference of the ground and enrich his nose to the scent of earth and rock. All in the hopes that in time he would engrave it to memory so that he would not stumble but walk with certainty. Arriving, she let her charge get familiar with the area while she procured a rock to practice on. While he sniffed around and experienced his first bumps with the rocks, she assumed a vertical stance on top of her favorite rock. Her hands braced against the stone and feet touching the sky, she reacquainted the muscles of her arms to her weight and tightened her core left untrained for days. Wallowing was not an excuse to let herself fall out of shape, she reasoned mentally. Besides, training had always served as a worthwhile distraction from things she’d rather not think about.

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Jaden Ohanzee · 08-16-2012, 12:10 AM

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Dress: HE IS NOOD

Location: Rock Garden

Form: Optime

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Jaden was not an artist at heart but a warrior, as far as he knew. Creating wasn’t something he did often and when it did it was a weapon or useful instrument. He had very little experience in crafting things that held no useful purpose but was relatively satisfied with what had become of his twin necklaces.

Nearly all night and some of the morning he had been up working on them as sort of test to his dedication. His new found vigor in life was well placed but still had to fight past all the emotional damage in his black and white form. If he was to truly try to accept the changes in his life, he needed to have his goals set and achieved. Thus far he was successful. The necklaces were nearly identical: Small but pointed teeth held in place by fine pieces of braid hide that took advantage of slots carved into each small bone. These teeth flowed down from both ends of the necklaces spaced about a finger’s length apart from each other until they reached the middle. There two different sixed fangs, one from the top and bottom row of the cougar’s mouth, sat tightly side by side. Both pieces of jewelry looked identical to this point until further analysis revealed small carvings on the fangs. On the one he wished to gift to her there were a few tiny spirals carved ever so carefully by the tip of his small crafting knife. The teeth on his had simple engraving that resembled the serrated marks of a blade. These small details had taken him a majority of the night to complete they were a nice finishing touch.

He held the light-tan cords (which would eventually darken once they completely dried and aged) in his fist and set out to find his Issor. There was no room for hesitation in his steps for if he found any he might not be able to face her. So he tracked her with purpose and eventually came across a scent trail that led him to the Rock garden.

He emerged silently and almost instantly found her golden fur where she stood inverted upon a stone. It didn’t cause him pause to see her but a bit of movement not far off did. Deep blue eyes were dragged to a pup. A pup! One the likes of which he’d never seen in Sangi’lak before. He was suddenly filled with questions. Where had he come from? Why did X’yrin seem to be ignoring him? If she had just found him, why did she seem to be ignoring him inverted as she was? It made no sense. He approached with cautious steps, cautious and silent as was his habit. But as he grew closer, the pup seemed to take notice of him even though he was not in the young one’s direct line of sight. It was very odd because most grown adults couldn’t hear his muffled approach. The little mass of fur whined a little and ran for X’yrin, tripping once or twice over the many stones in his panic at noticing a tall dark stranger. X’yrin, Jaden called to her with his intentions momentarily set aside, Whose pup is that?

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

X'yrin Exultare · 08-16-2012, 12:37 AM

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She became a part of the stone, standing there with her palms grasping the rough edges for stability. Immobile but breathing, not so much as wavering to the testing winds as they rolled through the garden. Her mane was combed through by the wind, stray tresses tickling her nose causing the appendage to twitch, an attempt to break her concentration. But she held fast, reinforcing her control then let her mind drift as she retained her balance.

Her ears remained tuned to the sniffing and shuffling of her darling pup. His innocent inquisitive feats brought a delicate smile to her muzzle as she saw him going about the gardens without actually using her eyes. Rather she envisioned the path he was taking by the sounds of his steps and how far off the sounds of his sniffing came. It was nothing to the sensitivity of the little one, but it was an insight into ways she could customize her training for him. If she could experience a little of what he did she could build upon it and find a way to strengthen him.

But such thoughts were put on hold for a moment as another set of steps could be heard coupled by the distressed whines of her charge. Without knowing that they had closed, her eyes snapped open greeted first with a veil of autumn red then the grey stone as she looked at her balancing rock. The tone of voice told her all she needed to know of who had found her…and her pup. But the dread that had once gripped her was not there in the pup being found. Inevitably it would have happened. Why she went to great lengths to conceal him was lost to her now. It was…almost silly now that she thought about it.

X’yrin sighed softly as she released her tension, slowly bending her arms as her body descended and took care in lowering her feet to the ground making sure not to step on her charge. “Good afternoon Jaden,” again she sighed as the strain of her exercise gradually flowed from her body and regained a relaxed state. Growling softly to console her little one, she picked him up and pulled him protectively against her chest supporting him by one arm while the other remained freed by her side. For the first time in days she looked to her fellow leader, her eyes still clouded with the mist of heat, but clear enough to show there was still sense about her. Formally, she dipped her head as if all manner of casual greeting was taboo for them now. Even so, she found it difficult to keep her tail still.

“Zeus is mine,” the Issor quietly professed while offering the ‘pup’s’ name. “He was found injured and near death by a wolf of New Dawn. I took him and cared for him…and made him a part of our Family.” Against her chest she felt the pup shift with uncertainty and looked down to see his blind eyes looking to her for an explanation. Smiling though he could not see, she brought the side of her muzzle to his so that he could feel the expression on her face while whispering for his little ears. “This is Jaden, little one. He is the other Alpha of our Family…our Issum. You needn’t fear him…”

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Jaden Ohanzee · 08-16-2012, 01:11 AM

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Of the many questions gathered by sight of the pup, most were answered by his fellow leader with but a short explanation. Near death gave meaning to the bandages and that he had been here for some amount of time explained her behavior toward him. She was her pup then. It might have made him smile to see that she had taken charge of another little one in need. He found her desire to be a mother endearing. But such a happy expression wouldn’t be born now, in these circumstances. This was because while here explanation explained a lot it also brought up some more, differently centered questions. Questions like why Jaden had not seen the pup before, or if she had even gone so far as to hide the little one from him. But these were never voiced simply because Jaden desired not to find any more examples of how their relationship and her trust had turned. As a friend, she was allowed to keep secrets like this from him. That was simply all the thought there was to it.

The look in her eyes was mixed, almost clouded with what he might call a soft desire. Or maybe that is just what the alluring scent she put off had him believe. In this situation the latter was more likely and Jaden stiffly combatted such notions as utterly insensible. Good afternoon, he corrected his introduction to mirror her own formality. Then, when she finished explaining, he took a moment to choose his words. I see. I’m sure he will do well for us under your care.He managed to hide most of his displeasure in acknowledging the meaning behind this situation. With a genuine if not slightly weak smile born from his own endearment, he decided there was no reason to question her further about Zeus and continued on. If you have a moment, Issor, I have a gift for you. He took a few steps toward her and held out the small trinket for her to take and examine.

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X'yrin Exultare · 08-16-2012, 01:30 AM

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It had become habit when the pup was in her arms that she would sway gently back and forth as she had when first taking the little one as her own. It was a motion she remembered from when she was a pup and her father took her into his arms and brought her to peace as she was lulled by his voice and scent. Though the distress of the pup had waned some, the action was involuntary and instinct deemed it necessary to reassure her pup whilst in the presence of another.

She watched her companion behind clouded eyes, searching for a tell of his disapproval for her actions. A hint, anything at all and she would gladly explain her reasoning but in anticipation she tensed again, her tail stilling and muscles becoming taut. But again deemed unnecessary at the voice of his acceptance. Yet for some reason she did not take comfort in his words. In fact there was little comfort in their conversation all together. Forced…yes, that was what she felt became of their interaction. But it was not without purpose as the Issum extended his hand with something for her to see. Placing an endearing lick on the pup’s ear she left him down carefully to resume his sniffing about or investigation of Jaden if his chose while she gave her attention to what was presented.

A necklace made from teeth she recognized all too well. The formidable tools of a beast that sought to take her life and in a fortunate instance, brought this man back into her life. X’yrin stared at the teeth but did not reach for it yet. Her eyes were wide as she looked it over from where she was, her mind buzzing with questions as to why he would give this to her. Uncertainty pulled her brows to knot but hardly hindered her reach for it when her arm regained is function with her mind now drawn from its stupor.

“For me?” quietly she asked as if she hadn’t heard him right the first time. She took the necklace in a light grasp and brought it closer for her eyes to better see its detailing. She ran a claw delicately over the engraved spirals, mentally mapping their pattern before lifting her gaze to her companion. “You made this?” Surely he had to for none other knew the significance of the material used, but she wanted to be certain. She wanted to hear it from his own mouth. “Why?”

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Jaden Ohanzee · 08-16-2012, 02:17 AM

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His friend set down her puppy and looked on to the gift. She did not move to take it right away and he saw the confusion born about her maw. His ears pulled back only slightly as he suddenly began to worry of her reaction. Peering down at the teeth and hide, she might see it as something Jaden wouldn’t acknowledge but felt selfishly within himself. If no love lived in her heart as he believed then she might have no desire to be reminded of all she had lost too. It would also be a mark of sorts for others to view as a connection for he had one just like it. A representation of his claiming of her that he couldn’t actually have.

All this fear might have shown on his face if not for the young wolf approaching him timidly. Jaden knelt down and offered his hand and scent gently while looking into the little one’s gaze. The eyes were clouded and the larger male instantly understood they didn’t function. X’yrin had adopted a blind pup into Sangi’lak. He felt his own thoughts a little dark on the matter for he assumed it a bad move for his friend. It was likely the pup wouldn’t last against any type of danger and his death would affect her negatively. Zeus sniffed at him a bit and licked his pads twice before turning his attention back to the rocks around them.

Jaden stood once again and regarded his friend and her questions. The same fear held fast in him when she asked for a reason for his gift. All he could do now was explain himself and admit that he still had feelings for her, like he had planned. I did make it but I am no artist, he smiled a little awkwardly at her, They are the teeth from the cougar we killed together, the same that scarred us. I made it as a reminder of that friendship we shared. I made it in hopes we can share something similar again. He acknowledged the decay of their relationship verbally for the first time and suddenly it was time to admit himself. Words fled his mind as he looked to her with the trouble blatant on his face. X’yrin… He took a breath, knowing full well that her rejection was what made this so difficult to admit. But he needed her to know so he could be sure of how she felt and move on. I still love you… His previously fortified voice wavered in admitting it and his eyes drifted from hers, unwilling to see the rejections he expected. and I’m sorry that I hurt you. But I hope that we can still have a friendship. One similar to what we once had. Slowly, his blue found her again. He could not dodge it forever.

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X'yrin Exultare · 08-16-2012, 02:48 AM

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The teeth were cool to the touch, an affect from being left in the open air for a time. But it was that cool sensation that kept her focus on the trinket. It brought something different than the warm air and contested the heat of her own body commanding her undivided attention to understand its importance. A reminder of their friendship. Yet the tense of his words was not lost on her. Set in the past as if it were no more. The necklace then looked like a memento of what had been rather than a token of what was. She couldn’t expect otherwise though. That path they had walked together had been tarnished by her own means. Holding the gift with more purpose, X’yrin looked at the gift fondly and again her claw raked gently across the engravings as if touching the sweetest memory. Perhaps that was what would remain of their love, a fond memory to fall back on.

But her ears came forward then at words that brought her hope. From the necklace she looked into the blue within blue gaze of her dear companion, searching like a fool for hope that she had not heard him wrong. He had fallen quiet then leading her to believe she had imagined that desire, but then her ears perked up when her name was spoken in a way she had not heard in some time. A knot formed in her throat as she listened with ears strained forward and grasping at anything. Her own lips were stilled whilst his moved granting her the sweetest confession she had ever hoped to hear.

She was taken back to the night by the lake when words were not enough to express their unyielding love. But when they were heard, they resonated strongly within her, striking her very core with absolution. There was no denying it then…and regardless of what transpired there was no denying it now. Still…she was loved…and loved him in return. But her voice was not to express these words, but used in a gentle whine of relief, her heart speaking for her as it rang clearly its happiness. Without hesitation she crossed the lingering distance until golden fur mingled with white and black and a longing muzzle found warm beneath his chin. Her arms wound about him holding him close to feel the beat of his heart against her chest. Strong and steady.

X’yrin said nothing then, holding the necklace between them to her chest. As they had done that night before this drama had unfolded, she let her actions speak for her and reaffirm her love for him remained.

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Jaden Ohanzee · 08-16-2012, 03:34 AM

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The best he had hoped for was her acceptance. Maybe a gentle hug or kind words to sooth his desires, anything but silence. No words came but the embrace thrust upon him was not expected either. After her movement and while she pressed into his fur he stood there stupidly and utterly shocked. The music of her voice wasn’t sad or rejecting but happy. Happy like he hadn’t heard in a long while. And it was beautiful. Slowly, as if to test the reality he saw to be sure she was actually pressed into him, his arms folded around her and his jaw rested lightly on her crown.

Jaden could still not believe this to be true but it ceased to matter. Hearing it and feeling that love in her embrace was sensation no words could ever describe. But he tried to express his happiness with a content whine that would never do. The embrace lasted a while after that but it felt like not nearly long enough.

Eventually he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He needed to see it in her eyes and hear it from her voice once more. His head gently descended to brush black cheek against gold as an affectionate request for her eyes again. The embrace they shared stayed tight but he pulled back a little so he could bring his muzzle against hers. You like it then? The question was asked so happily that a broad smile spread over his features. In it was more than the simple and already answered question. The man needed all the assurance this was no allusion that he could draw from her.

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X'yrin Exultare · 08-16-2012, 03:54 AM

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It had been too long since they shared an embrace like this. The longing feel of a heart joined with another and the gentle serenades that came from their content. The hold was not long enough. It would never be long enough. A great deal of time had been wasted separated from each other by the rift of their relationship to the travel endured by him and X’ies. And her own demeanor contributed to the lack of entangling bonds that left them both hollow and bitter…at ends when they need not be.

As she felt her beloved pull away, the bond of black and gold had yet to be broken. She smiled sweetly at the touch of his muzzle against her cheek, coaxing her to look at him as they had often done many a time before. Within her eyes was a love that had yet to diminish intensified by a realized desire far from ignored. The scent was nearly overbearing coupled with the excitement of affections returned. She looked to him through hazed eyes holding onto his image as her mind seemed to swim in the seas of elation. “Of course I do…” the slick flesh of her tongue snuck from delicately part jaws to caress his muzzle at length. “How could I not?”

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Jaden Ohanzee · 08-16-2012, 07:08 PM

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So this wasn’t a dream. He held her firmly and savored the warmth she gave him. Her breath on his chest was magnificent, the feel of her muscled body wrapped in his grasp was too. He could think of absolutely nothing as precious and pleasure filled as this simple moment of love felt once again. And her eyes! Oh how they told him everything he wanted to know and more. They filled him with an energy he could barely suppress. He felt the need to pick her of off her feet and spin her in his own dance of joy. He wanted to run the length of Sangi’lak and sing it from the top of his lungs that she still loved him. Both were doable if not for the treacherous rocks scattered at their feet or his desire to never let her go. So much had been lost without this love and now all seemed right.

Another whine of happiness sung forth from him with the feeling of her kiss and he returned it two for one. I was so afraid I’d lost you, He admitted quickly with a light sheen over his blues that threatened to turn to tears of joy. I’m so sorry for all I did to push you away. I’ll never let such petty things come between us again. and he was honest. Looking back, he realized he would beg and submit or even roll onto his belly at her command to keep from this agony. No amount of pride was worth losing her. Here, he reached for his gift still clutched in her paws. Let’s see how it looks on you.

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X'yrin Exultare · 08-16-2012, 11:11 PM

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The fear of loss would have surely been felt by both had the pair not given the other a chance. Perhaps it was that rejection she needed to humble her rampant instinct, or perhaps the time a part to clear her head. Regardless, she was glad she came into this situation under a receptive light allowing herself the opportunity to receive the olive branch offered by her dear friend in his confession.

Peace. She was at peace once more and to her pleasure, she was not to dwell within it alone. Though she said nothing regarding his promise the Issor had every intention of holding him to it. Would nothing like this come between them again? Only the ancestors were endowed with the ability to see what would come and the earthbound Nomad did not envy them for that gift. She only hoped that they would watch and guide their steps as they walked together and made the path favorable for the promise to remain true. She would place her faith in them as well as herself and Jaden.

The part was spanned just a little more for him to take his gift from her. To oblige his request she pulled her hair from around one shoulder to gather at the other leaving her neck expose for him to fix the necklace around.

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Jaden Ohanzee · 08-17-2012, 05:43 AM

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She moved away from him a bit more and gave him access to the necklace. He traded the one in her grasp for his to leave his hands free. It was a good thing too. As he approached the nape of her neck with clasps in hand, he felt a gentle tremble in his excited fingers. It wasn’t enough to keep him from working the simple loop and snag but enough to delay him an extra few seconds. When the connection finally caught he took extra care to pull the cord into place and ensure the teeth all lay comfortably flat against her breast bone.

With a final stroke of the two lead fangs, Jaden smiled and let his paw lightly trail up to her cheek. So beautiful… and the necklace even looks nice too, he complemented shamelessly with a light stroke of his thumb along her jaw. His paw then fell comfortably to grip her shoulder.What do you think? Is it comfortable? She had said she liked the gift but he also knew she would not dismiss it simply because of the meaning the teeth held. He hoped she might say if it was uncomfortable though for it could be fixed. He could make it a thousand times over until it came out perfect in her eyes.

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X'yrin Exultare · 08-17-2012, 09:57 AM

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X’yrin could hardly call herself one that wore jewelry even if it was meant to be a representation of something more. The collar left by her prior mate had been the only trinket she could stand to wear due to its weight and significance as an item of profound meaning. But more often than not she hadn’t worn it, afraid that it would become damaged, or worst lost by one instance or another. The same fear was impressed upon the teeth that hung delicately around her neck. Though they sat comfortably she couldn’t help but reach up and give them a light tug to make sure they would withstand some kind of force. But time and activity would tell.

Tilting her muzzle into his found touch her lips parted with a soft sigh and she smiled. “It is wonderful, Jaden. Thank you-“ Her ears perked up in alarm by the feel of something cold and wet by her feet. Looking down she spied her little charge nosing around her large feet then sat down on top of one and looked up at her with his blind eyes. Hadn’t she promised today would be a day of play? And here she was talking to another male instead of giving him her attention. The little one whined impatiently earning the sympathetic ear of his surrogate mother. And of course she succumbed to his calls and lowered herself down to all fours to be at level with him. The dipped down her muzzle to brush against his own, then took a few steps back as her body underwent its change. Bone and muscle shifted to better suit a four-legged build, swelling muscle over resilient body to increase her bulk to that of the Secui build. When her digits at last shifted in place, she lowered her front into a playful bow before the playful pup keeping her tail high and curled both in receptive posture and play.

Her sound of engagement was a long growl surfacing from deep within her breast that was received by tiny ears and returned with a growl of the same tune. Smiling, the Issor glance up at her fellow lead from beneath her lengthy bangs before her attention was taken by a ball of energy bouncing and batting at her face.

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