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The black she wolf trotted slowly through Dahlia, trailing along the sinuous trail of water that lead to both Oberon’s Spring and her own den. Her movements retained that ethereal grace despite the limp in her hind legs. It was difficult to walk with the wounds that laced her lower back and flank, but these wounds that had been inflicted by Brennt were nothing compared to what Hybrid had done. And so she had not sought a healer, content with simply cleaning the wounds periodically with her pink tongue, gingerly but thoroughly. Already the wounds had begun to heal without the stink of infection, but it would be at least a weak before the woman would be comfortable shifting again. And it was ideal to remain in this lupus form, for the bipedal form did not distribute weight as her current form did. The warrior would not have been able to move very fast if at all. But this was not a concern for the woman often preferred the lupus form over the other, having spent practically all of the first two years of her life in ignorance of her luperci status.
The woad bound maw lowered to the earth, taking in that calming scent of the natural world. The world was comfortably warm, the sharp rays of the sun diffused by the clouds above. And the world was at peace, the air quiet as she moved through the woods with a silent grace. The songs of birds occasionally broke that silence, some of which still called for a mating partner with which to procreate the species. The woad-marked fae breathed quietly, content with the solitude that surrounded her. And for a while the woman would remain as such because the wounds would prevent her from doing otherwise. However, the warrior was quite patient as was becoming of those trained in the martial life, and while self-trained, she was no exception. If one would practice diligently with a cleared soul and mind, such a tranquil state was inevitable. And she had believed herself incapable of extreme emotions, even great anger, until she had met a male.... But she could not pull him from his duty.
Cwmfen paused, her head lifting as her woad bound ears erected upon her head. She thought that she had heard movement.... The movement had differed from the rhythmic breathing of the forest that had remained constant in the backdrop. That change broke through her thoughts, causing her to pause and consider. The Raven crawed above her, indicating that she was not mistaken. And the warrior was not troubled—she did not think that that sound had meant to threaten her. And deep within the packland, she did not expect (though she did consider) that an enemy had entered. For a moment, the woman thought of the pup that she had spared from the jaws of Brennt. She thought of the yellow-eyed male and thought what a shame it was to lose that trust, to lose that mind for the inability to control that singular impulse. There were so few left within the world who retained such natural instinct. Dawali was right. Something would have to be done.
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What a curious sight.
"Psst!" came the hissing of Catharsis to her sister. "Psst, Ava, c'mere." She could have sworn she'd seen her sister nearby just a moment ago. When no response came, the pup turned, but her mismatched eyes didn't meet the earth-tone fur of her sibling. Shaking her head, she turned back towards the strange sight she'd found. What an odd tone! What curious markings! Catharsis was sure that she'd never seen anything like this in her life, however short that may have been thus far. "How wondrous," she reflected, watching the blue and black move and meld. What could do such things to a wolf, to make one such a colour and pattern as this?
Creeping up slowly, Catharsis stopped just behind the female, off to her left, and tilted her head. "Your fur.. how curious! How'd ye do that?!" The German was soft in the throat of the young girl, filled with wonder and awe. No matter how much she tried, she could not figure even one way that a wolf would have these colours. Had she been born with them? No, of course not - wolves weren't blue, and didn't have such markings! Could Catharsis get such beautiful art as this, on her own fur? She surely hoped so! How fabulous it would be, to be as wonderful and odd as this female. Smiling, she began to introduce herself. "I am Catha--" cut off the introduction, then began again, "Be Catharsis de Sadira. Near Cercelee. See odd. Likes! Give?" Her statement was punctuated by a nod towards the female's coat. She hoped she would be understand the request to be given a beautiful coat like that. After all, if this female could have one, shouldn't Catharsis also be able to get one? Maybe she could get one today! Oh, what a wonderful idea. Mama would be so proud of her, she would forget all about the bad eye!
As an afterthought, she asked, "Who?"
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For a moment longer, the warrior was still, her posture alerted but her mood quite calm. A paw lifted as she listened, that soft sound that she had heard almost lost in the whisper of the forest. But those trained ears, though they could not recognize it, retained that sound. And after a while, the woad marked she wolf decided that that soft sound came from a small creature. Perhaps that creature were some sort of prey animal. She would not have known the sound of the small feet of a pup for she had never heard it, and so she had decided to dismiss it as such. And the Adonis considered catching it, but then thought against it, believing that she did not have the speed to do so because of the wounds on her flank. But it would not be a great loss, for she was still filled with the meals of before. Content with the answer, the woman was about to turn away when she heard the feet stop behind her.
The warrior turned her head back to see what it was, for there was a strange but soft sound that resembled speech. She was surprised to find that the sound had been a pup, and she silently tucked those patterns of footfall into her mind for later use. A soft smile touched her maw as she turned herself about, but she was not sure what to do with the small thing. Her maw took quiet sniffs of the little girl, concluding that this must be one of the pups under Cer and Slay’s care. All of the pups must not speak this language well, for she found that the other had also spoken a similar language. With a soft wag of her tail, the Dahlian Adonis simply offered a soft, "Hello," in greeting to the small thing. And the woman was unsure of what to do next; she had never been socialized to deal with pups.
Because the girl seemed to approach her in a friendly mood, the warrior lowered herself to the ground, laying upon her belly so as to become level with the small creature—and she was very small. And she introduced herself to be called Catharsis de Sadira, confirming that it was Cercelee with whom she resided. The warrior, who was always quite formal, was about to introduce herself, but the little creature continued to speak. The woad bound ears pricked forward at those sounds, but she could not understand the broken speech of the pup. The woman’s head tilted slightly: Give what? For a moment she struggled with those words but to no avail; when Catharsis gave her an out by asking a simpler question, the woman replied with that soft, alto melody. "I am Cwmfen nic Graine; it’s a pleasure to meet you." The soft smile danced upon her lips as she paused. "I’m sorry, but I don’t quite understand...." To emphasize that she was not trying to offend the young girl, the woad bound ears swiveled back apologetically.
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As the female lowered herself down to puppy-level, mismatched red and gold eyes never left the blue markings, a small black tail wagging excitedly. This was so exciting.. just wait until the others heard! Of course, they would probably say that she was telling tales, or fibbing for attention, but such was simply untrue! Catharsis never made anything up like that! It was all real, yes, it was very real. And even if she did sometimes exaggerate... This female was amazing, incredible, simply divine! Such patterns! Even on other animals whose fur was patterned, Catharsis had never seen such a colour, or such intricate patterns. Those bright, asymmetrical eyes stared, even as the pup knew it was not polite to do so. There was a secret to this, something she neither knew nor understood. She must find out! But how? The female did not understand what she was saying! That might be a problem.
When she heard the female's name, it was as thrilling as the odd adornments. What a fabulous name! Why did Catharsis not have such a wonderous name? "Hullo, Koom-vun nik Gray-uhn! Pleaz-urr meet yous! Name pretty!" came the excited squeal of a reply. Catharsis tried to mimick the position of the female, down on her belly, but found that she was again much lower than her new idol. She sprang back up, as if on springs, and bounced around the female in the same fashion, looking at all the different patterns. There was even some red! "Blue," she tried to explain. "Blue fur. Want.. pretty! Give blue? Pleaseee?!" This request was punctuated with a pleading look, almost a pout, that curled up involuntarily into a grin that could not be helped. Catharsis was sure that she would get pretty fur, too, if only she asked nicely enough.
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Cwmfen wasn’t sure how to handle this bundle of energy. As she had lain to match the height of the little girl, she had simply wagged her tail excitedly. The woman wondered what made the small creature so excited, and she couldn’t help but allow a smile grace her maw. While pups were usually not creatures with which the woman associated, this little one seemed fine. But she doubted that there would be anyone like Ezekiel, the young Inferni prince. That was not to say that this Catharsis was not a pleasure. For a moment, however, the woman was reminded of the sibling, Avarice, and of how she had tried to attack Brennt; such a thing had caused her the wound upon her back and the proper position with which to attack the predator. But she couldn’t necessarily blame the pup; she had been too young to understand the danger that Brennt had posed. At least it had been she who had paid that price and not the little pup. But this situation with Catharsis was not related to any sort of danger, which, of course, was a relief.
A light smile danced upon her maw as the girl spoke again. "You have a pretty name too—Catharsis is a wonderful thing." The alto melody did not give an empty compliment; she truly believed that the girl’s name was a beautiful one. Catharsis.... the purging, a cleansing. She wondered if, as many said, a name could define a person. It had often been believed that this concept were true, and many parents had been careful in the naming. Sometimes names were switched, especially with truly identical twins, and such a thing actually changed their personality. For a woman who did not believe in coincidence, she believed that this concept must be true. The white orbs considered the pup, peering gently into those dual coloured eyes. Perhaps this pup, graced with such a name, would be able to purge even the soul of others. Perhaps this pup was meant for a peaceful path. For this reason, the warrior decided to stay in the presence of this pup, to remain in her life and become one of her mentors. Whether Catharsis would become a warrior or not, and the warrior herself hoped that she would not, there was much that could be learned. She did not want this pup to be tainted by the blackness of another.
The Adonis was relieved when the pup did not grow discouraged by her lack of understanding. The white orbs followed the sudden leap from laying to standing, amazed that the pup could do such a thing. It was understood then, with the re-explanation of the pup, that it was the woad upon her fur that was desired. For a moment the black fae considered the markings upon her body. She was a creature of formality, of discipline. These markings were given to her by her mother, and these markings were worn by those who followed the warrior’s path. Slowly, the woman turned back to the pup. "I’m sorry, but I cannot give these to you." The alto melody did not try to divert the pups attention with half-truths and lies. She was a creature who followed martial custom, and she could not disrespect such customs as so many did. "These are for the warriors of my homeland. It would not be proper for any other to wear them." She hoped that the girl would not be disappointed, and she hoped that it was understood, that she would know what was ‘proper’.
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