Lost in your own Home

Lost in your own Home

Lyris Stryder

10-06-2012, 08:42 PM

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How absolutely embarrassing.

Lost in your own home- the story of her life. This was terribly stupid of her- to go wandering through the thick forest and expect to find her way out. What in the world was she thinking? Obviously, not at all.

This headache wasn't much of a help, either. Though it wasn't as bad as before, it still drained her graceful movements and tunneled clumsiness into her figure. Ugh, why couldn't it just leave her alone? Her paws itched also, and the fact that she was stepping on pokey pine needles wasn't exactly soothing.

"Ouch. Ouch. Ouch." Lyris blindly tried to find her way out of the shady canopy, klutzy paws stumbling across the soft undergrowth. She looked slightly drunken this way- but it was only the result of pain and overwhelming confusion. Left, or right? North or south? Scents crammed her nose, all jostling for her utmost attention. A bundle of fragrant flowers there, a distracting mouse here. At that moment, she wanted to just drop to her belly and give in.

So she did.

Collapsing to the ground in an exhausted heap, a whimper escaped her throat, scratchy and sad. She was so tired. So, so tired. The scar on her face was beginning to sting in phantom pain as it always did when she tried to recollect her life. Grizzly bear fangs, absolute exhaustion, natural disasters, and on top of it all, a maze of dark, discouraging trees that loomed above her head menacingly, threatening to fall and suffocate her. She just wanted to be done. The young Lyris Stryder just wanted a peaceful life. Was that too much to ask for?

She did the closest thing to crying a wolf could do- bury her head in her paws and let it overwhelm her. So young and so strong- it seemed as though she would never get a break. And she still hadn't dealt with love drama, pack responsibilities, or anything else that might be sent her way. She had hopes Sangi'lak would be her new home- a fresh start- but that childish dream was beginning to fade. She had to toughen up- develop a skin. These were the trials of life.

So deal with it.

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10-06-2012, 10:44 PM

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ooc: She really would be singing!

There was new life to announce, but not yet felt within the swelling womb of the female. But there was hope in her and light in her eyes that it was there and would soon be felt wholly, moving in due time to share with her beloved. Hopefully there would be something more than a shrug or grunt as a reaction. By the Ancestors… if there was a smile on his face… Her tail wagged briefly at the thought then returned to its relaxed positions between moving thighs as the she-wolf continued on along her path.

There was life to acknowledge beyond what grew within her. A consciousness, an ambitious disposition yet to reach its potential hadn’t been seen on the grounds as of late, but the scent would say the body was not lost. Or…perhaps it was. The scent the Issor followed was fairly erratic, moving from one path to another but leading…nowhere. Oddly enough this made the mother to be very happy to experience. Practice, she would call this; a little exercise to prepare her for following the trail of her own little ones as they acquainted themselves to their new home. No doubt Zeus would have a word or two for the young explorers when their time came. Perhaps the young female as well when she was found. Scent markers and textures, the blind had their own method of sight that transcended beyond the traditional means. And it was a capable method that could do wonders if shared.

But for now, the autumn female favored the sense of smell to guide her to the young one, taking ease over challenge for the sake of expediency. Yet even then the pursuit was slow at best, as the growing bulk of the she-wolf hindered a more fluid weave through the thick wild. Oh, she was growing fat indeed, but it made her smile as she was never one for vanity over practicality. “Oh dear me…” the woman sang softly as her wide amber eyed peered through the thickness of the wild searching for that splotch of white. “At this rate I will be stuck… and there will be no one to help me.” Purposefully her voice rose to a noticeable octave. “Especially not a pretty young female with eyes of a spring field. Oh if only my rotten luck would change. Oh dear me…if only my luck would change.”

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Lyris Stryder

10-07-2012, 12:05 AM

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Lyris Stryder

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My snow white queen

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Singing? Oh no, she was far from it. That sounded atrocious at the moment- a most ruining factor in the pity fest Lyris was throwing for herself. Yet just that found its way to stroke her ear fur, irritating her a surprising amount. Couldn't she be sorry for herself in peace? Oh dear, she was certainly not in the best mood. But Lyris knew this voice, and instantly pushed her haughty feelings aside. She wouldn't dare be rude to her Issor, especially when she was in such a jolly mood. Why was she in such a good mood, anyhow? It didn't seem completely... normal to just be 'jolly good' out of the blue. Alas, Lyris accepted this factor- for this was X'yrin, the most friendly and kindly female she had known since setting foot in these strange new lands.

"X'yrin?" The words bubbled from her lips in a nearly surprised tone, for she truly hadn't expected to be followed. But yet those plans were yet another that would go back to the drawing board. Sigh, there didn't seem to be a single quiet place in this large region of Sangi'lak. Slender muzzle raised to find a quite vibrant splash of auburn in the forest, which couldn't be mistaken for anything other than the locks of the Exultare. Lyris swiftly collected her thoughts, pushing the most sensible ones forward and erratic ones back. Submission was the first there. It was always the first there. The ground fell away as the young one stood to her full height and began weaving between the thick trunks, much more graceful now that her headache had faded to a much more rational tapping- though it still annoyed her the tiniest bit.

At the auburn Luperci's words of spring fields and luck, Lyris came a runnin'. Or, more of a trottin', for she didn't feel in the best health to run at the moment, though it was a most enjoyable activity for her. "Are you in need of assistance, my Issor?" Lyris knew that X'yrin was in no need of assistance- for the tone of the woman's voice was exaggerated and nearly joking, so she knew she was simply calling her for some other matter. Questions crowded her mind. Do you know how to fix a headache? Why are you so happy? And why on earth would you get stuck in the middle of a spacious forest? Yet they were all held back with the simple movement of a tongue placed between teeth. They would be answered soon enough, though not necessarily in that format or order.

Word count :: 433 | OOC :: I wouldn't be surprised. :3
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Soon I know you'll see, you're just like me.

My snow white queen...

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X'yrin Exultare

10-07-2012, 12:21 AM

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ooc: XD

And just as she hoped for, the sound of the youth graced her ears compelling the woman to move forward with a quickened pace to where the young she-wolf would be. Even as her swelling belly snagged on the stretching limbs of brush and thatch and mane was pulled and dotted by autumn leaves, she carried on with a smile. Her large form parting through the stubborn foliage to reach the young one and smile to her in greeting. Quite the elated one, this woman was and with good reason... or at least the Nomad part of her mind would rejoice. With glittering gaze she looked down upon the soft alabaster face and bequeathed an endearing tongue across her muzzle. True affection without necessity of formality or show of rank. Again, practicing the actions of a mother to be greeting her youth.

"Ah... truly the Ancestor's favor me," she teased with an excitable sweep of her tail, knocking aside the crowded brush and twigs. "I needn't assistance young Lyris, but was concerned for your whereabouts." The Nomad looked to the young one with a curious cant to her crown. "Your scent was dancing... and yet I did not find you doing the same. I was worried you had strayed away...perhaps in need of a guide home?" Kindly, X'yrin did her best to convey her worry that Lyris had become lost without bringing embarrassment on the girl for this assumption. As far as it was known, she could have truly been dancing and wandered away in her exuberance. Her tone was open to interpretation though the delighted inflexion was to maintain her hope that she had caught the dear in a comfortable mood as opposed to something other. But it was the lack of smile reflected on that snowy maw that made the woman think that she had found the female in an alternate disposition.

"Or perhaps," hastily the woman piped. "You could be kind to escort me to the dens?" Smiling, she nudged the girl playfully just beneath her ear. "No doubt I will need an aiding paw should I find myself wedged between rebellious brush again."

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Lyris Stryder

10-07-2012, 09:15 PM

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Lyris Stryder

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My snow white queen

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Lyris noticed nothing. Or, at least, nothing much out of the ordinary. Through her dark-set eyes, the female only saw the Shepard being simply a bit more careless, for she was used to seeing the slender auburn figure of her superior sleek and moving fluidly- she had never seen her trundle through the undergrowth without grace. So as the greedy branches snagged at that wild hair, young Lyris assumed that X'yrin did not care, for otherwise she would have been silent as a snake. Right? Right, of course. No other thought flitted about her mind.

At the sandpaper rasp of X'yrin's gentle tongue, Lyris nearly froze, though forced herself to stand as she was. Though she still pulled into a cross-eyed look, with her ears perked up right, as if trying to get a glimpse of the wake of smoothed fur that caress would have left. The autumn female was definitely in a good mood.

But at her next words, the curiosity vanished, and she returned her triangular ears back to half-staff, lowering her gaze to an ebony nose. She had nearly forgotten formality, there, and it was necessary now, with her next inquiry. "That's quite alright, my Shepard. I was just... ah, feeling under the weather, and was a bit confused in the grand land of my new home." Lyris stumbled, powder-white ear-tips growing hot in embarrassment. Who got lost in their home? In a simple forest? Why, none other than the klutzy Lyris, of course! Who else? She felt as if a neon sign was pointing its bedazzled arrow right at her bowed figure, announcing to the whole of Sangi'lak that she was the one to pick on- the young, naïve, weak Lyris Stryder.

Oh dear, the headache was returning. It pulsed behind her eyes, sync with her pattering heart. Swelling in size and anger. It did that, and was quite annoying. At least when it was constant, you knew what to expect. But fading and leaping back at the most random moments? There was no telling when it was returning. And yet the worst? I never completely faded- there was always the slight snapping of its growl, always there, like a cobweb that refused to be swept away. It seemed as though she would never get rid of it. And to make matters but worse, the itchiness of her paws was climbing up, now straining to clutch at her forelegs and joints. She wanted to scratch herself a tree at that moment, but this would be extremely unladylike and rude. So she once again, the youth held back, obscuring her pain and discomfort behind that poker face- one of her best skills. Most would not suspect a thing, for Lyris had a very good impersonation of neutral persona. Only those such as family and friends could see the true pain behind those dark evergreen eyes- but the real question- would X'yrin see it? She hoped not.

No, no, she did not want to lead her Issor back to the dens. First and foremost, she feared she would become hopelessly lost once again, and have to call on her superior for assistance, much as she had to the white female not too long ago. Another dilemma- Lyris felt that the headache had not finished with her, and it would get to the point where it had before- nausea and blurred vision, nimble steps turned clumsy and irregular. And lastly, she knew that X'yrin was simply asking out of pity, or fear of offense. She didn't mind, really, in most circumstances she would be happy. But right now she was so out of sorts, it was not possible. "If that is what you wish, X'yrin, I would be glad to escort you."

But how could she refuse?

Word count :: 630 | OOC :: <3 ~ c:
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There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.

Soon I know you'll see, you're just like me.

My snow white queen...

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X'yrin Exultare

10-08-2012, 08:52 AM

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(356) She wants so much to be helpful!

The willingness was apparent, but within the field green eyes was the lacking desire to follow through. The eye of the Lambda was only partially adapted, but enough coupled with an intuitive sense that something was off about the child. But who was to say it was nothing more than what she professed? A bout of illness that brought on disorientation and little more than that. The Nomad could see how this was caused due to the confined quarters they all shared for a time and the damp conditions due to the storm. Surely, it was nothing more than that. But her sense would not let her have that rational assumption without furthering prying. But she withheld and maintained the kind air that surrounded her, though now there was concern that subtly tinged her elated aura but did little to lessen her smile.

“Oh I do understand,” she sympathized with the young one. “There was a time I too could not tell one end of the territory from the other. It was a stretch of land but a day’s travel away, actually. I found that taking note of the prey in certain areas helped to make the land more familiar. Perhaps when you are rested and feeling better we can mark the grounds together?”

To do so now would not have been fair to one possibly still under the weather regardless of her own selfish desire for company. Instead it was forfeit to see to the wellbeing of the young up-and-coming, especially when her senses would not let her look to her snowy face without a pressing sense of worry. For one that was able to find the borders of Sangi’lak on her own and survive the attack of a bear, she could not believe her becoming lost was due to incompetence. She must have been impaired…somehow. “Ah, but I remembered something.” Both brows and ears perked up excitedly. “I did say I would pry that creativity out of you, yes? How about I show you this little place I discovered? The interior itself will do wonders to stir the creative mind. Shall I take us?”

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Lyris Stryder

10-08-2012, 09:29 PM

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Lyris Stryder

You belong to me,

My snow white queen

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Alabaster paws shifted in the slowly drying mud, creating odd patterns as she uncomfortably waited for a scornful reply. Certainly such mistakes must not go without a pointed finger or laugh? So you can imagine Lyris's surprise when instead, X'yrin admitted her own mistake- a most bold and unexpected reply. Alright, then. That had to mean something, right? Perhaps, yet maybe it was just yet another act of pity for her. She was still grateful, although.

Now at the Issor's next suggestion, Lyris blinked at that ebony nose, pondering. Note the prey types? Lyris could not see how this would help. Prey moved about just as much as the wind and the leaves- as soon as a notation had been conjured, surely it would be useless, for that prey must have moved on since then? Yet, perhaps she was wrong. Prey did, in fact, stay in generally the same area. It's where they had found their sustenance- food, water, shelter- just as Lyris would stay in Sangi'lak- it was her food, water, and shelter. Might as well give it a shot, no? Just briefly, for soon she would be required of another reply.

An inhalation of the lively forest brought sounds and colors to her mind. Green, for the new growth. Crimson and gold for the slowly decaying leaves. Blue, for the glittering lake surface. Browns and grays, for the multi-colored furs of rodents that scurried about beneath roots and the leaf litter. Rodents, in fact, such as shrews and mice. Well, this was a note. If she could only memorize this vibrancy- the leaves, the water, and the prey. Yes, this didn't seem terribly hard. She was already becoming more and more familiarized with the area about her. All she needed was a little guidance- she could do the rest on her own.

Reluctantly, the alabaster canine tore her thoughts from the subject at hand, and returned her thinking to the words bubbling from the Shepard's jaws. Creativity? She still didn't believe she sheltered anything of the sorts. But alas, she couldn't refuse, just as before, and perhaps this new place would take her mind from the painful strikes of her headache. "Truly?" Lyris was thrilled, truly glad that X'yrin was taking interest in her and allowing her something to occupy her with. "Yes." The word was little more than a breath- barely audible. A smile danced a waltz across her lips, though she wiped it away as soon as it appeared. In delight, spring green eyes rose in a daring act to meet the fiery ones of her Issor. Young and slightly uneducated in manners, the excitement got the best of her, and she found it more suiting if she looked directly at X'yrin when spoken too. Almost as much of a dare as when she had met the auburn female at the borders. Almost.

Word count :: 480 | OOC :: Yes, she does! XD
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There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.

Soon I know you'll see, you're just like me.

My snow white queen...

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X'yrin Exultare

10-09-2012, 11:07 PM

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ooc: :o tis a mini cave!

The woman of autumn was further smiles and glee. Her tail aloft and quivering excitedly at the acceptance of her offer to a change in venue. Hopefully, she thought this change would lift the girl’s spirits a little more, or at least well enough that a true smile would touch her soft muzzle just as the one that played upon it so briefly. A flicker of green met her own eyes and that radiant smile of the youth was gone. With reason, the Nomad could understand why, but as one would look upon the youth in understanding, so did she look to Lyris and offer a calming whine to ease possibly frazzled nerves. The gesture had been an accident nothing more, a result of unbridled happiness, but still the female lifted her head and further asserted herself as superior but just as quickly let her head slip lower to be level with the alabaster muzzle.

“Come,” she beaconed softly and turned with surprising ease on the tops of her paws. The path parted by the previous bold advance made the way easier to walk through as she led them from the lining wilderness. With a spring to her step she bound in the general direction of the lake, twisting and winding every which-way through the fading green as if giving chase to some elusive prey. Every now again she would turn swiftly on the balls of her pads and run back after the youth she assumed would follow. She made a little game of it, even if it was one unbecoming of her age and rank. Her mood was to play and be merry, little else, and she was glad for it. And such a joy she wanted to share even at the expense of looking odd.

Slingshotting around youth Lyris, the Nomad was off again with attempted (and failing) grace, the scent of the shore in her nostrils, but not without the fine cooling touch of the breeze. As the ground gave way to balding land and wet rock, her pace slowed and heading turned east as if back to the mountain…but there was a slight change in their direction. Avoiding the remnants of dilapidated structures, the course inlaid was for what appeared to be a small mound. But it was only that on the surface, a protrusion from the ground itself; a pile that aspired to be a hill but lacked the necessary earth to stretch it fully. Dancing around the circumference of the mound, she came to the head of it and dispelled its illusion. An entrance was nestled within, tall enough for her body to pass through with a width accommodating to her frame and perhaps another. She paused there and turned to look at her charge, smile as brightly as the shining sun. “Have you ever seen starlight in the day, Lyris?” Through a veil of wild locks she looked upon the scarred white maw. “Have you ever, for a moment, seen the whole of the day turn to beautiful night?”

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Lyris Stryder

10-11-2012, 11:20 PM

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Lyris Stryder

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My snow white queen

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No words were exchanged. Not even a slight pause of emotion was given. It was simply a kind whine and an almost undetectable raise of a slender head, but Lyris got the message. Eyes fell instantly to the lightly-colored paws of the Issor, and papery ears pulled back in embarrassment. It was nothing hugely wrong- it wasn't even a scolding. But the usually quiet, female wolf was not at all use to letting her ecstatic eagerness get in the way of tradition and formality. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She almost beat herself up over it- to others, it was simply the small flick of a pesky fly. To her, it was the earth shaking beneath her paws and throwing her persona out of balance. No doubt she would be much more reclusive during the rest of the chat, if that was even possible. The easing sound that seeped from X'yrin's throat did little to comfort her, though her eyes did raise a millimeter amount. At least her superior somewhat understood, right? Yes, of course.

Now she forced herself to ease up and listen. The world wasn't going to end because of a small slip-up, right? It was okay. Just learn from it. Yes, it was good. Now that her internal drama was taken care of, the she could loosen out her muscles and raise her eyes to shins, though she kept her ears firmly back in recognition of her mistake.

At the single word, Lyris was off. She had been waiting to move- to try and get her legs to run right and her body to move straight. Forget the headache, ignore the itching paws, and all would melt back to a normal gait. She only half-succeeded- the pulsing behind her eyes was becoming more cruel. But Lyris was more comfortable than she had been in days. With somebody to take care of the directional part of the movement, she could simply run. It was almost as good as a good, long rest. Almost.

As the figure of X'yrin approached and pulled back, Lyris would pull up faster and sprint quicker, meeting the woman half-way. Eyes glittered kindly, glad to have a some sort of play to occupy her with. Sometimes a soft, nearly inaudible bark would cascade from her jaws in an almost-laugh. Other times a faint, half-smile would play at the corners of her lips.

Before too long it was over. Wet, slick rock soothed her paw pads while salty ocean air tugged playfully at her sugar-white fur. The youth pulled into a slow trot, never losing sight of the Issor's neon-colored locks.

Looping around the odd formation, evergreen eyes instantly sparked with a light kindled by curiosity. A cave? She had never been inside one of the mysterious, echoing stone pockets. And she was eager to see inside. Images of ebony rock and running water dark as a black snake, twisting through stone formations filled her mind. The slight figure of the female nearly started leaning towards the yawning hole, but she forced herself to pull back and stand still. Instead, she focused on the older female's question.

Yes. She had seen the dark clouds of a hurricane fill the sky and blot out the sun. She had seen the terrible, menacing form of a hideous grizzly bear block the bright star. She had felt the exhaustion of traveling for days, and watch the sun fade to black as she fell to the forest floor, unconscious, only to find the light the next morning. But Lyris didn't think this is what she meant, nor what she wanted to hear. So she answered differently. "No, I cannot say that I have, my Shepard."

Word count :: 615 | OOC :: Oh my! :o - And I'm sorry for the delay~
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There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.

Soon I know you'll see, you're just like me.

My snow white queen...

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X'yrin Exultare

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10-13-2012, 12:21 AM

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Within the small opening of the cave, resided a world within itself. From the subtle lip, the finest hints of twinkling light could be seen. Knowing of the wonders that where therein, with a gesturing nudge of her nose, the Issor guided her young charge in so behold the starlight night still within the day.

Along the walls of the cave were glittering stones, unearthed by determined paw over many a day to reveal the captivating light within. From the entrance of the cave, a fine light filtered through, reflection upon the surface of one stone then reaching another, then another, and so on, until the interior was lit with a pale light changing with beautiful hues as the beams continued to dance around the unrefined surfaces. The soft light was to emulate the soft light shining on a cloudless night; enough to see the land basked in the velvet shroud, but heavy to keep the world and all at peace.

In silence her eyes roamed over the stones her own paws painstakingly dug and smoothed with a fondness of a creature proud of her exhibition. But it was not for her own creation that she felt this pride, but for nature itself for crafting this rarity that she might find and share.

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10-13-2012, 07:55 PM

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Lyris Stryder

You belong to me,

My snow white queen

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But Lyris had thought wrong.

This wasn't the result of unconsciousness or a block of the sun- this was something else. Beautiful, dark, crystalline.

Pawpads brushed against the chilled grown, chasing away her the itchiness in her toes and the heat that she had gained during the run. The tangy, mineral-tasting air cleared her head, removing the headache that had pulsed not moments before.

She simply forgot- all thoughts that had been bothering her before flew to the trees that she left behind. Lyris stood for a moment, evergreen eyes reflecting each point of starry-like light. Her ears pulled forward, out of her control, though X'yrin probably couldn't see in the dark anyhow. They were a pair of shadows in a strange new world.

She began to move forward, without invitation or question. She wanted to see more. It seemed as though the sparkling she had seen before was produced by clear white pebbles, molded into the earth from eons ago, as though a Luperci had attempted, and failed, to hide their treasures with haste.

The female stopped in front of a selected stone, stretching her muzzle forward to get a better view. The pale lighting played on her sugar-white face, highlighting her curious eyes and the thick scar that curled along her jaw. She leaned closer, brushing an ebony nose against the freezing surface; sending a chill up her spine.

"What are they?" It was no more than a faint breath, one that fogged up the rock before her like mist on a window pane. How had they gotten there? What were they? They could be crystals, but their shape suggested stone. Lyris tipped her head to the left, looking to another, larger stone that was astride her lank figure. This was something the young one had never witnessed before.

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Soon I know you'll see, you're just like me.

My snow white queen...

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10-15-2012, 11:56 PM

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Something kind could be said in regards to the beauty of nature. The wonders of its design never ceased to amazed and inspire and with these twinkling lights, this glimpse of the night encroaching upon the day, she hoped this beauty would inspire peace within the young female. Or at least share with her a glimpse of possibility within an otherwise impossible circumstance. Was there such a thing as night in the day? Did the stars truly come out during the peak of the sun?

“Ah…” the she-wolf breathed softly and an excited smile playing upon her lips within the dark. Though it could not be seen, she imagined the smile could be told by the tone of her voice. “From what I understand, this particular stones are called jewels. Or rather… when they are taken from the earth and shaped and refined, they become jewels. I learned once that the near clear ones are called ‘quartz’, but the others, I do not know their names. Only that when they are touched by a very faint light, their colors change save for one that makes up their true color. Some are hard…others are soft. Yet all are beautiful.”

Carefully the mother-to-be lowered her belly to the ground but turned to recline on her side as she watched via some light the youth inspect the stones. “What do you make of them Lyris?”

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10-17-2012, 04:14 PM

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Lyris Stryder

You belong to me,

My snow white queen

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"Jewels..." It was fitting, though for her, it might have been a bit too... petty sounding, perhaps? These stones were a thing of unmatched beauty, and she expected a unique name. Not that jewels wasn't unique... it just didn't quite reach that far. But perhaps she was over thinking things again. Shaking her head to blow off any clinging thoughts, the female turned on her hips and began walking astride the far cave wall, slender muzzle tipped back to point a gray nose at the ceiling. Nestled in the ebony rock above, the Prospective could easily view them as stars. Her trot slowed to a cease, and evergreen eyes continued to study above. In an attempt to find the small gems as stars, Lyris let the cave around her melt, imagining it simply crumble to the earth. A phantom breeze played on her pelt, and the towering shadows of trees shot from the ground around her alabaster figure. Yes, these could definitely be stars.

All too soon, the cave regenerated itself and the wind was cut off, stopped by the thick walls of rock now circling her. A small sigh escaped her throat. She almost yearned for the imaginary nighttime sky she had envisioned- it had been wonderful. But for now, she would explore the cave a bit more.

The mineral-tinged air was agitating her headache again, pulling it farther out of its hibernation as if attached by an invisible line. Lyris's strides slowed to a complete stop at one point, the pain to much for her too walk straight without drawing attention to X'yrin. She wanted to explore more, but this would have to wait. Another day- when her illness had passed and she had become her regular self again.

For a while, she simply blinked ahead, studying a small- quartz, was it?- as she pondered the autumn female's question. What did she make of them?

Her head turned to X'yrin, and green eyes flashed for a moment in the brightness outside. Humbly resting her gaze on the smooth floor, her jowls opened to utter an answer. "They are otherworldly."

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There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.

Soon I know you'll see, you're just like me.

My snow white queen...

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