"Aye.." Sankor agreed with the woman quietly as they moved on cautiously through the tunnels. He was silent once more as they had come upon his old densite, sortof a bachelor's pad away from the everyday worries that life with sisters and strange family beliefs had lead him to. The male smiled to himself as the strange glow from the lichens and moss made the tone of their pelts shift and change as he moved across the sandy floor towards the small crack in the wall where water trickled down into a pool and then disappeared underground once again a few feet away.
He calmly laid down and stared at the dark black water as her words echoed in his ears. Turning his green flecked eyes towards her he smiled and shook his head slightly. "Only when I needed to find myself again.." he admitted. He had slept in the den before but it was rare that he slept there more than a few times a moon, yet he wondered if he would or should take it up as his real home now. Quickly he pushed that idea away as he remembered that he was here for his siblings, atleast for a while he should atleast stay close to Adelaida and wait for Alexey before deciding where his future was going.
When the last words dropped from her maw he watched the motion of her shaking her head and then there was silence to follow. He left the silence be for a few moments before he spoke up. "This place is only as beautiful as the onlooker makes it.." He smiled bitterly as he sighed. "It could be nothing in the eyes of another.." and he could bet he could find one or two who would think nothing was amazing about strange glowing moss and a trickling pool in the underground. They'd probably find it creepy and want to be back on solid land where they knew what was above them and what was below and around them. He enjoyed the strange nothing that darkness held.. that only your imagination made possible. A soft smile was gifted to the land as he laid his head on his paws.
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The pure white eyes followed his strangely lit form as he moved across the rotunda and lay at the water’s edge. The woad marked female did not follow but lingered behind. Once more the black fae looked about the strange place, wondering at that strange light. She wondered how such a thing was possible, for she had never seen anything emit its own light, nothing save for the sun and stars—and fire of course. As her gaze completed the circle, she found the eyes of the mahogany male turned towards her. She nodded silently to his response. So this place was like a sanctuary. Once more, the female took in the scene, looking at it from that light. And she could certainly see how this enveloping darkness and stone, this strange and illuminating light, could provide solace for a wandering mind. "This place is most suiting," she said at last—as if he needed her approval.
Then the male’s tone had changed, and she looked back to him, her head tilted slightly. She wondered at that tone and at that bitter smile that he gave to her. For a moment, the female was silent, unsure of how to respond to him—not his words, necessarily, but to that sudden change. And then he had turned away from her, setting his head upon his paws. The female moved, and her graceful steps carried her over to where he lay. Silently, she lay herself down near him—though not too near to him—and turned her gaze momentarily to the water as she listened to its true sound. "This place is simple," the fae said at last, motioning with her maw to the cavern. "And simplicity is beautiful." The female never troubled herself with complication needlessly, and she loved natures simplicity
and the profundity held within it. But she felt that her words were nothing to him and was silent once more.
Cwmfen changed the subject, and perhaps unwelcomingly so. "I hope that I’m not keeping you from anything," she said, and her voice was quiet, almost drowned out by the soft, whispering echoes of the stream. And then she remembered what he had wanted when she had first bumped into him that day. "Was there anything in particular that you wished to know?"
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He couldn't help but smile as he relaxed into the strangly warm place as she'd granted her approval. The rich coated male sighed to himself as the bubble of the waters seemed to steal away all the bitter words he'd spoken as within moments the ebony woman came to lay close by his side. He lifted his eyes to watch her a moment before settling back down, his eyes following her's as the waters seemed to steal her attention in their quiet flowing ways. The motion of her muzzle was followed yet his gaze lingered on the woman as he smiled at the words but didn't say anything, he was glad she approved of the cavern. "Good." he said simply. "It can be your sanctuary too if you like.." His voice drifted off a moment as he tried to regain himself at the suggestion. "Of course, you'd be able to discover other beauties as well in these lands.. " he cleared his throat as he flushed and turned his gaze away from the woman.
He liked the idea of having a friend to share his place with and he didn't think that some of the other packmembers or his littermates would get the beauty of his strange den like Cwmfen did. He was glad that she did understand the simple nature of his world and that he'd made a good choice in sharing with her but no matter what he thought of the woman she was just a friend. Sankor had never really had a lasting relationship with anyone outside of travelling companions and none of them had actually been that sort of relationship. His thoughts were tossed aside as the woman reminded him of what he'd originally been looking for when he'd stumbled upon the lady once more.
He chuckled softly and shook his head as he admitted. "No, I had actually just been hoping you could give me some help with who my new packmates are.." He didn't mind not knowing them, but atleast being able to recognize them from strangers or atleast from one another would be great. He wished that he'd listened more closely when his fellow travellers had spoken of packs and ranks and the works in the past, but he hadn't, so it seemed if Cwmfen was willing to help he'd have to play student to the warrior.
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"I’d like that," she responded quietly. It was strange. She realized that she had never been gifted anything by anyone before now. And this gift was a great one, something priceless. The mahogany male had given her access to a whole world, and it was a strange and new thing that she had never experienced. The female wished that she could give him something in return, but she felt that she had nothing so great as these caverns. The black fae shifted a bit closer, listening to the sound of the sand as it moved against her fur. She couldn’t get over the peculiarity of the strange, green light. And then, as he added that comment, her ears pricked forward. She wondered, then, what he meant, for his response to his own words made her curious of his ambiguity. Her head tilted questioningly, but she was silent as she smiled at him and was glad that there was a simple kindness in a wolf who had joined the pack.
"Who they are?" The white orbs drifted to the ceiling as she thought. "Perhaps we should start with the leaders?" It would make a bit of sense, as the leaders were the foundation of the pack. "Well, there’s Cercelee. She’s the Rosea of the pack, and you’ll know her by her white fur and blue eyes. She’s kind and understanding. But she does not tolerate disrespect or anything that could harm the pack. She’s what one would want in a leader." And perhaps that was why the female respected the Rosea so much, why she had decided to reside permanently within Dahlia. Cwmfen could only hope to serve the white female well in return for such competence found so rarely in the world. "Then there’s Haku, our Lilium. His fur is the colour of the earth, and he too has blue eyes. Many find him to be less reputable because of his past and his demeanor." Cwmfen did not offer her own opinion of the male to Sankor, but she respected him as well. Briefly, her mind wandered to that night, and she shivered, though not unpleasantly, at the thought.
She looked up at Sankor, realizing that he may have already met his leaders. When she thought aloud, she found herself talking too much, and perhaps she was rambling now. "Who have you met, Sankor?" And she found that the use of his name was strange.
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His warm brown eyes turned to glance at her when she responded. He was glad to know that she believed that she would and could find enjoyment out of the caverns and the den like palace with the strange glowing plant like matter that clung to the walls. His eyes moved away just as quickly as they'd looked upon the lady, the soft shift of the sands as she moved made his heart race in his chest but he stayed still, the soft warmth of her body, nearly close enough to touch made him aware of how he must of sounded as he blushed, glad she couldn't see the embarassment that lingered across his maw.
It didn't take long to change the subject away from himself though as Cwmfen was pressed over to provide information to the new and eager member of the pack. His ears pricked forward as she began to speak, in order it seemed of their rankings or importance, which to him was perfect as he'd rather know who was the ones not to cross with ill words or the wrong actions. The discription of the Rosea made him wonder for a moment but just as quickly it was blown by, his Dreamspinner couldn't be the same figure as this leader of the pack he joined, there must be a million white wolves out there.. He figured he'd find out in time atleast.
Cwmfen had moved on to the subleader, a darker fellow it seemed, Sankor frowned slightly at the words she spoke of but he didn't question her, he knew that once he met the fellow face to face and learned a little bit more about him that then he could make his own judgement, until then there was nothing he had but the little knowledge that his woad marked warrior was gifting to him. His warm brown eyes had caught the strange shiver that seemed to course through her pelt but he didn't raise to the alarm of it since she didn't seem to alarmed, though it made him curious.
When she finally looked to him he smiled a friendly and open smile as she asked the simple question. He was honest in his sad reply. "Only you.." he said softly. So maybe he was just a bit selfish stealing the woad woman again for a day when he could have been finding new packmates to play with... but there was sometihng about her that just seemed to draw him into the mystic depths of those orbs.
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The black fae was not a social creature, and, if she could, the female was quite content with watching the mechanisms of the pack from afar. She smelled those who had joined and occasionally saw them briefly from a distance before she slipped back into the backdrop. And such introverted habits had characterized her most particularly when she had first joined Dahlia. But, as the moons went by, the woad warrior saw that it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to remain in that pulchritudinous solitude, and increasingly important for her to integrate herself into the lives of her packmates. Yet, she often worried that she could not perform even the most basic social duties, and so she was often silent so that she may learn the ways of such activity. And she worried now that she was boring the male with her rambling words, but as she observed him with quiet eyes, he seemed to be listening to her, and the female’s mind was ease. Once more, she wondered why her social mind could not be as free as her martial mind.
The white orbs lifted to find the eyes that held the forest within them. Her movement was slow, careful, calculating. It was almost as if she could not recognize the implications of those simple two words. She could not deny that this mahogany male had caught her intrigue, but she did not feel that it was the same as that she had felt with Haku or the black male from the night before (and she hoped once more that his scent did not linger too strongly upon her). It was a slower feeling, a careful feeling, and the female did not know how to respond to him.
But he had made her silent, and she could not help but smile timidly as she turned her gaze to her paws, preoccupying herself with the woad upon them. It was apparent that she was struggling now with what to say, for she did feel that she must respond. And suddenly the female felt foolish for struggling with something that she did not find certain. The woad marked female lifted her gaze as she peered into the eyes of the male before her. "I hope the knowing of me has not been...disappointing," was all her alto melody could manage.
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There could have been a million things that the male would have said to her had he been the fair roaming traveller on the roads he'd once paced upon, but he wasn't and those paths were no longer open to him. They were both packmembers of Dahlia de Mai and the choices and decisions that they made would linger between them like dreams or nightmares. The green flecked warm umber orbs seemed to flicker with amusement at the question she asked in the solitude that surrounded them. He was quiet though and made no reply for the longest time, not meant to cause her disappointment or fear that she had been a failure, she hadn't. No, infact the lady had been more of a wonder to the mahagony male than he could have imagined.
He smiled softly as he spoke up, the words seeming to echo gently down the caverns as though to caress the two before disappearing into the night. "I don't think you could disappoint.." he said honestly, though his words gave no hint to what he was thinking beyond the friendship that was beginning to build between them the sparkle in his eyes and the slight smile seemed to wish for something more though the male didn't spur the conversation on, just letting it die away into the trickle of the spring and the glow of the lichen.
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