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So we suck and can't decide. Sooo. Yeah. I like commas, and being grammatically incorrect. wc: 306
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Khaden was bored. Again. Well, not per say bored, but bothered, listless, and, in fact, did not go back home to Twilight Vale, despite being so close to Dahlia de Mai, where he knew Ember no longer resided. Instead, he stayed the night at the outskirts of Whisper Beach, finding some hollowed out badger den of some sort, and just pawing at it until he was satisfied. It hadn't taken him too terribly long in his secui form, and, shifting to his normal wolf figure, could fit easily amongst the hollowed out cavern.
It was particularly hard that night to be succumbed by sleep, as Khaden had tossed and turned his mind seemed to drift abruptly from one corner of his life and knowledge to the next. First, the thoughts of Ember, and who had actually done the damage, first on her shoulder, and next her broken arm. But before he could settle long upon Ember, visions of Naniko seemed to erupt, with her pregnancy and the rest of Twilight Vale. And with Naniko came Conri, with his snapped personality and twisted loner views. Conri led the path to Dhalia - the whole reason why he came back to 'Souls in the first place, to track down the femme and stop her from doing anything particularly harmful.
So it wasn't surprising at all when Khaden, in all of his confused stupor, picked himself up from that humid cavern and went to see the glorious skies as they turned miraculously from night to dawn. Bones cracking and and shifting from the weight he placed upon them, he finally jutted himself into a sitting position, watching the horizon in all of it's overcast glory. He didn't particularly know what the day held in store for him, but he knew it wasn't going to let him down.
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Dawn came quite before Festivity was expecting it. Or rather, it arrive much sooner than she would have liked. Despite traveling consistently quite literally since birth, she found the first few weeks in a new place particularly exhausting. Learning in any form was always taxing and adapting to the customs of a new locale was an entire education by itself. Fortunately, she was already familiar with the English language; that had simplified things quite a bit (much to her relief). Like a netted fish gasping for water that would never come again, her body yearned for an indistinct familiarity that was equally out of reach.
Giving up on sleep, Festivity abandoned logic and headed deeper into the woods to clear her head. Like bats newly awakened, faces whirled in her mind and refused to be shaken. Her parents and other members of the old caravan lined parallel to the handful of new acquaintances from the last forty-eight hours; perpendicular to this mess ran swirls from along the silk road - herdsmen from the steppes, crusty mediterranean merchants and elegant asian artisans. She remembered the names of most of them; she remembered much more clearly their heritages and the stories they all told.
The cool of the forest in the early morning was soothing. Finally, the ghosts from the past subsided and Festivity truly listened to the birds as they began to sing. In the same breath, she realized another had found sanctuary in the foggy morning air and slowly made her way towards him. "Lovely morning, isn't it?" She spoke softly and clearly, words carefully dictated into the morning sun. Perhaps he would be craving company as much as she realized she was.
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Khaden was about ready to leave before the his company arrived - listless and restless altogether beyond a horizon that had just begun to turn colors. Pretty pinks and pastel golds seemed to sweep over the skies and provide a tantalizing glow around the intimidating clouds rolling over the painted canvas. Even closer, the fog seemed to alight with a new sense of transition, lightly swirling and churning as if excited of it's up and coming day. The world was ready to wake, and if it wasn't evident enough in the way the birds began to sing their cheery trilling, it was displayed on Khaden's itching to do something. It wasn't like him to dwell on these events, even though they seemed to claim much of his life now. Fortunately for him, a distraction to present itself with such a polite punctual manner.
Now, despite the fact that Khaden has just pushed past the barrier of being one years old, Khaden had prided himself on being a little more educated, a little bit more experienced, than most of his peers. However, as his features turned to soak up the music of another one's voice, his eyes glanced steadily over the interesting canine... creature. Her fur was done in patterns foreign yet exotic to him, coaxing the mind to travel further and deeper to what these alien sights had to offer. His eyes roved over her before settling on her eyes, and then looking away with shame. How rude of him, to presume that she was just a mere event to be gawked at. "'m sorry." He apologized immediately, shifting his weight from one side to the next, a nervous habit he had picked up on the road. "I just...have never seen someone so... uh." He trailed, unsure of really how to pick himself back up from this awkward situation.
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Festivity's upbringing had been racially blind. Canines from all walks of life lived in the caravan: some permanently and some only for the passing of a moon. And of course, if a species was intelligent and coherent enough and had goods to bargain with, he might do business with the traders of the Keystone Clan. For the first two years of her life, the storyteller had been another oddity among exotics; a stranger among freaks. If she looked odd, it was nothing compared to some of the folk she'd once met.
After fleeing the caravan and heading to Europe, gawking stares became more frequent the deeper she traveled into the north. Ah well. Sometimes, the stares affronted but they'd never offended her. (Well once, the looks had turned lewd - THEN she got angry). Usually, her use of language was disarming, although a couple of times folk had refused to listen and stuck to their prejudices.
Festivity approached easily, her mannerisms friendly and open. "Unusual?" She offered, smiling at his discomfort to show that no offense had been taken.
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I had a CREEPY dream where I was being attacked by spiders. And then I woke up to see a spider the size of a quarter hanging off my ceiling. Nonetheless, I haven't been able to go back to sleep. wc: 323
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It took a special type of person to truly accept who they were and all aspects of it. Khaden wasn't sure if he could truly count himself into one of those categories. Sure, he was pretty laid back and good natured, but he was sure that if he for one day donned on this exotic pelt that the femme afore him seemed to wear, he would have to re-evaluate everything. So when she smiled, reassuring that there was truly no offense taken at his simple misdemeanors, relief seemed to spread rapidly throughout his system. Her tone was charming and melodic in it's interestingly accented way, however her diction and sentence structure seemed flawless.
There had been, on occasion, when he ran into a couple of canines that spoke from different languages across the seas, or even further west, for apparently the words of French were quite popular in that region. Due to it, he was quite curious of where she truly came from, and how she became so knowledgeable of the English language, but not only that, her disposition of being so - worldly, so wise. She didn't look intensely aged either, which further seemed to drive questions to pop up randomly in his mind. Absentmindedly, with a smile aloof on his youthful features, he replied with a trailing, "Yeah."
A head inclination and a bit of a furrowed brow brought the next part. Despite all of his incessant puzzlement over what brought this creature here, Khaden knew of what to do. His tail wagging just slightly as he dipped his head in a polite bow, he regarded the femme in customary introductions. He figured at least she would know of him as much as possible. "I'm Khaden. I live towards the south, in a pack named Twilight Vale." He wasn't sure how familiar the femme was to the landscape and, more importantly, landmarks that made up these terrains.
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