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They were tall stalks, cut from a bush that stood in the back of her garden. It held a sweet scent that reminded her of her pillow, for she placed the pedals beneath it to aid in slumber. More pertinent, they reminded her of another, a woman of the flower pack. The lavender held a dark hue of purple, nurtured in the soil of her garden and fed by the summer’s heavy rains. A bunch was held in her hand, and every now and again the fey bent her nose to them, having lost the scent in her mind and taking it up with a smile. She had walked far and long, over expansive territories in her Optime form. The progress would have been fast on four limbs, but then how would she bring the flowers? The Dahlia borders were not foreign to Anu, and she crossed with no hesitation. She had a purpose here, and a peaceful one at that. No she hadn’t asked if she could visit, but there had been too much time placed between their last two and if Anu was to be the one to keep the thoughts of their connection alive in the Dahlia’s mind then so be it.
The day was a perfect one. A blue sky more intense then her gaze could produce stood above, while rain happy grasses took root below. The Sun shone down, to her front and a happy guide on her journey. He smiled at her, and when she attempted to lay her eyes on him for then a moment he resided in her sight for many after. Blinking him away she found that the trail that she walked did not look a familiar as she had hoped. Much of the scenery had changed with the life giving rain. Vines covered tree trunks, and grasses hid roots and trails. She slowed, holding the memory of the day she discovered a house and garden in her mind. Even with the effort, another came to her mind’s eye. Indeed, when she searched for it the scent was the same.
Nose led her, flowers still in hand towards the large oak. He caught her eye, a massive being as ancient as the dirt itself that towered over the other secondary forest growth around it. The earth bound fey strode towards it, and yet slowed did not approach it. The boundary was invisible, and yet Anu saw it clearly. The tree was intriguing, but the protection that lingered over the earth that surrounded it was powerful and she would rather not disturb it. Blue eyes rested upon it for a moment, her form barely in its large shadow.
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Yay~ rambling again >n<
Also, I made a picture in my profile of her den and stuff... in case that’s helpful, heheh
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Just as yesterday, the black wolf coaxed each, comforting them with gentle nuzzles. Slowly, and yet with more certainty than they had shown the prior day, the pups, abreast each other, found their way up the tunnel and back into the light. But the black fae moved first. The tunnel had been dug large enough to accommodate a luperci’s girth, and so the wolf kept her pups beneath her. She knew of the possible dangers that could linger with out, and it would not take a great predator to snatch the life of the young and helpless. As a predator, the she-wolf knew this well. The woad bound female emerged, breathing in the warm air of the day. Already, although it was early, the sun shone brightly threw the trees, and it was as if she could see the souls of all living creatures singing in her gaze. It was generous of the world to give sun to the pups’ first days in the outer world. The white orbs scanned the surroundings swiftly but thoroughly, and the woad-bound ears listened carefully to each sound. Her nose tasted the air but scented nothing. For a moment longer, with the pups now having reached the mouth of the den, the black fae lingered there. And then, satisfied, the black fae stepped upon the soft, lush foliage, and her body remembered once more the grace of the Wild.
Cwmfen did not help the pups down from the short drop but silently encouraged them to explore. Honor and Chastity both watched her, hesitating upon the lip of the cave as if needing to follow. The pied pup gave a loud back as the girl leaned up against him, but Cwmfen was silent, those white eyes smiling their encouragement. It was Chastity that decided first to step down. But, having underestimated the distance, she simply fell, bumping her soft, black nose upon the earth. A sharp cry cut through the air, and Cwmfen, as Honor made his way down with more success, sought to comfort the young pup with a soft nuzzle and a lick upon the injured nose. The woad warrior was still unfamiliar with the caring of others, for she was no caretaker. Yet, in silence and with diligence, she did the best that she could. It seemed, however, as with all tiers of life, the arts and songs of war leant their strength and guidance. But it seemed as if the simple contact had been enough, for the four eyes of black and white smiled up at her, Chastity with that strange purity and Honor with his strange intensity. And Cwmfen, a quiet, golden smile dancing upon her lips as it had not done in a long time, turned to lead them to the nest.
Their movements were still retained their awkward stutters, although it would be difficult to say whether they would obtain the ethereal grace of their mother, or even the rougher grace of their father. The movements of the twins were made as if they were still unfamiliar with their bodies. And yet, despite such a thing, the pups already, with a speed that the black fae knew to be great, had grown bold and curious and moved with their innocent purpose. It was not until they had moved into the nest that the woad bound ears swiveled back. The sound of approach could be heard. The woad-marked she-wolf turned fluidly with the celerity of one who practices the belligerent arts, and the white orbs found the intruder immediately. The wild ferocity was intense within those white orbs that shone brightly in the filtered light of the woods, but the hostility was soon lessened as she realized who it was.
"Anu." The alto melody called the name in recognition. The invisible snarl that had been ready upon her quiet lips faded and was replaced with a tranquil smile and the instinctual posture relaxed. The woad tipped tail waved once in greeting. "What are you doing here?" There was no threat within those words but a mild curiosity. Indeed, it was not often that one could cross the Dahlian boarders without consequence, but the black fae knew that Anu was a welcomed wolf. For once, duty was not upon the warrior’s mind. Instead, she was merely not expecting the presence of the Crimson Dreamer, and so she wondered. The white orbs went to the woman’s hands, the familiar smell of those flowers carried to her upon the wind.
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His canopy was seen beyond the tops of the other trees, and though she attempted to give a wide birth around the ancient being Anu found it hard to curb the curiosity that the tree brought her. A day did not go by without the woman placing a hand upon a tree, to feel the beat of a silent heart, slow and steady as was the pulse of the earth. It was only her nature to be drawn to it, her love for them existing since the days of her first steps. They provided protection, sanctuary, guidance and a sense of everlasting. Blue eyes found it’s trunk, and walked around it slowly. Noises and a scent that was familiar began to draw her closer and as she rounded the massive trunk she was met with the sight and voice of another friend.
The black wolfess stood before her, and unlike the last time Anu had stumbled upon her she was no longer with child and holding no weapon. A smile wrapped itself around her maw, and she spoke the woman’s name with an excited tone. “Cwmfen.” Anu was glad to find her, though she was not the woman that she originally sought. Better still was that there was no spear tip at her nose. The question flustered her, for Anu had her very own questions that needed asking. Still she answered as her smile faltered at the thought of the flowers that she held and the connection that the warrior would make. “I’m looking for another Dahlian, Colibri.” Anu paused and then added, “Again.” She did not forget that she had spoken of the last time that they had met.
The noises did not go unnoticed, nor did the scent that resonated from the base of the tree. Thoughts of their last conversation were close, but the idea of pups, small helpless and so new that their eyes were still tinted blue flooded her mind. Her smile was eager and she looked beyond the woman to the pups that hidden among the roots of the old giant. Her tail wagged, and her face showed the excitement as the flowers were pressed against her chest.
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hahhhhh, thanks~~<3
Oh yeah, Cwmfen is in her lupus form, if that is okay >__>
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Cwmfen’s woad-bound maw brightened with her subtle, golden smile. At the sound of her name, the banded maw dipped in a formal and respectful greeting. Anu was a wolf that the warrior considered a friend as well, one that she had learned that Onus considered as well. Onus did not share such a title with many, and so there was a greater respect for the Crimson Dreamer in that respect as well. Colibri again, the Caledonian-Korean repeated silently with a soft smile. The black fae was slowly beginning to understand the undertones that move through Anu’s voice in the mentioning of that name. "Once more, I have not met her," she admitted. "Do you know of her home?" If the other did not know if its location, it was one thing with which the black fae would be able to help.
The black fae lifted her maw to better catch their scent. Immediately, she recognized it, although she did not know its name. "That scent," she said, her tone grasping that formality once more. Her eyes shifted to look up at the blue eyes that were like water. "The scent is upon our boarders." There was a slight pause—perhaps the blue-eyed woman had seen the strange things on her way in. "Strange metal that bites," the black fae explained. She had been careful to tread upon safe ground. The white orbs held a sharp glint, but she knew that Anu was not the perpetrator—and yet.... No, the warrior decided, although the possibility of treachery still lingered there. "You should be careful with that scent, Anu," the soft alto warned. And then the matter was dropped from the conversation.
Regardless, the black fae was curious still of the purpose of those held plants. "Those flowers," the alto song rang, the woad bound maw lifting to indicate to the fragranced plants within the other’s grasp. The white orbs considered them with that mild curiosity. The warrior’s head tilted slightly, imperceptibly, in question. "What are they for?" Having never been given flowers herself (and thus never given flowers), nor witnessed the giving of flowers, the wolf did not understand such social behavior. The woad bound ears lifted forward as if to better hear the meaning of holding rootless flowers. The white orbs glittered in the half-light of the filtered light of the day, shining as they might at night. The black fae liked the soft whisper of the light upon the petals. Their simplicity was appealing to behold, but she could not discern their purpose.
A soft smile moved across the lips as the blue gaze moved behind the woad-marked fae. With that ethereal fluidity, the black she-wolf stepped aside, revealing fully the two twins piled upon each other in the protective foliage. The white orbs watched them affectionately, a thing that came so naturally and strongly that it surprised the warrior. And yet, as with her love for Onus, she did not seek to suppress that emotion. Looking back to Anu, a soft breath was released. "They are Onus’," the melody sang, the alto tones dancing upon the air with golden feet. You were right to hope, and I wrong to doubt the words of the Morrigan. Each pair of black and white orbs opened at their mother’s movement, and watched the stranger with that fearless, innocent gaze. Chastity, who had been sleeping beneath her brother, lifted her head, causing Honor to roll off. Their soft mewling sounded in the air as they struggled to write themselves. "They are twins," the alto song explained. "And they hold no darkness within them." Within the warrior’s mind, their pure souls shone brightly in her gaze. Thus, she believed them be like Onus, and for that she felt relief. She would not wish the darkness in her own soul to taint them.
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lupus is fine of course! 500+
Anu was not ashamed of how she lived. It was fear that kept the matters of love close to her heart and out of the open air. For her it was a fragile thing, thin and brittle it was ready to break at the slightest pressure. The foundation of her newest relationship held that weakness and as she tended and nurtured a seed with water and the light of the Sun she treated the bond that was forming with the same amount of care. Cwmfen only smiled, and spoke of still not knowing the beauty that Anu sought, but it did seem like she knew where her house was located. Anu knew as well, “I do, I have stumbled across it once before.” She restrained herself from mentioning the garden that Coli had, and the beauty that had been born there to mimic its creator’s own.
Something in the air caught the wolfess’s nose. Blue eyes watched as the four legged fey took to it and searched. She did the same, picking the foreign from the scents of Dahlia and the scents of Cwmfen. It was bitter, metallic just as the woad wolf spoke. It was dangerous, and she was unsure how weary she should be of it. She explained further, and Anu found that it should be avoided all together. “I will.” Anu spoke with a weary tone, uncomfortable with the thought of such a trap. But when the moment passed and the scent no longer lingered it fell from their tongues and another question was raised. “These?” Anu asked with a small smile. “This is lavender. They were for Coli.” She said bravely and without enough thought to stop them. “Its scent can aid in sleep, just add a little under a pillow or blanket.” Eyes looked at the flowers as she spoke. Anu placed small stalks under her head at night, the scent helping her drift to sleep with more ease. “You can have a bunch if you would like.” she offered, happy to give half of what she held to her friend.
When she spoke of the pups Anu could not removed the soft smile from her face. Eyes danced lightly from the midnight woman to her children and back again. They are Onus’, she repeated silently. They were, the sight of them made it truth. Anu had believed it, but only because her hope was blind to risk and to the odds. She was happy for the fey, as well as for her mate. Onus had feared, and Anu felt at ease knowing that he needed not. Twins, the pair not looking the same and yet they held the very same blood. “I’m happy for you Cwmfen.” Anu spoke, softly and sincerely. She wanted nothing less then the very best for the pair and for their puppies. Beasts of such honesty and valor deserved no less. None of the dark, Anu looked to them, the eyes and the coloring of the male spoke of a description that she had once been told. But once again she spoke of truth and Anu could only agree. “Their light is blinding.” another smile, wider and her words held more energy.
“What are their names?”
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@u@~<3
Oh! and the warning about the traps was supposed to be triggered by the smell of the lavender, because there is a lavender scent around the traps, ^=^;;
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Cwmfen nodded silently, satisfied that the Crimson Dreamer knew of the home of Colibri Haki. Anu’s knowledge of the lands did not surprise the woad warrior, for she did not doubt that Anu had been here before in the company of the one she now sought.
Lavender. Immediately, the "It is a gift then," the alto melody concluded, and it seemed as if she were fascinated by the concept. She understood the gift of food, and she understood also a gift of something required—a weapon, knowledge, even help. But a simple gift of flowers was quite unfamiliar and foreign. For a moment longer, those white orbs studied the flower called lavender. The black wolf wondered if it were always lavender and a promised sleep that was gifted with flowers. "When do you give such a gift? Or is it custom?" If it were a custom, then the black female could not argue with such a thing. The warrior simply did not recognize this custom. As Anu offered some flowers to her, the woad bound ears pricked forward and the white gaze lifted to find the eyes like water. "I could not take what was meant for someone else." A soft smile moved across her quiet lips—and yet, there almost seemed to be a sadness within that small gesture. Perhaps it was the darker Dreams of which she thought.
The Raven Dreamer, for a moment longer, considered the concept, her tranquil gaze falling once more to the flowers. The scent would be too strong for her should she keep it within the den; its fragrance would surely blind her olfactory abilities. Yet, she could leave it with the pups, masking their scent against those that sought an easy meal. It was something to consider, a different tactic to implement.
The woad warrior smiled faintly at Anu’s words. Happy. Yes, it was happiness that could be felt, a warm flame, quiet and almost imperceptible in the tranquil waters of her soul. It flickered there like relief, relief that the pups had not been of her father. Her mind wandered to when she had last lain with Onus, and so long ago it seemed.... Happy. It was as if she believed that the gods had the will to change the seed of bearing within her. But that was not what she believed. She was relieved that the gods had chosen Onus to cause her the bearing of pups. The warrior was never meant to bear life. But she accepted that the goddess had indeed gifted her a thing of love and not darkness upon a pregnancy preordained upon her Fated path. "Thank you, Anu," the melody sang, her voice dancing like the silver snow of winter upon the warm summer winds. She was indeed happy. And their light was bright. They were strong and had survived. Most twins were born weak and doomed to brief life, but her young had endured thus far.
"The male," the melody replied, her woad bound maw indicating to the pied pup. "His name is Honor—Honor Onus." As if recognizing that his name had been called, the pied pup turned to look at the warrior, waiting almost expectantly. "The female—she is Chastity nic Cwmfen." And the girl coloured as the species of her father, mewled in response. The woad bound ears pressed forward as the two watched her, and it was as if she could hear something in the silence. Slowly, fluidly, the black fae moved toward them before she lay herself down at their side. The twins immediately moved toward the warmth of her belly, each seeking to suckle at her belly. The white orbs looked up to Anu, an apologetic smile upon her maw. "They are hungry," the alto melody explained quietly, although such a thing needed no explanation.
There was a brief moment of silence as the white orbs turned to watch the two-egg twins affectionately. She felt their small mouths drink from her, and their smaller paws pressing against her belly. They were precious, she found, more valuable than victory. "May I... confide in you?" The white orbs lifted, almost tentatively. She had never required such a need, but so much uncertainty could only be solved by silence. The black fae did not wish to keep Anu from her visit to Colibri Haki, but if the blue-eyed fae was willing, the warrior had a question that required an answer.
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Anu found pleasure and the giving of gifts. Coli was not the only to receive a gift from the timber wolfess, Hemming had as well. The words he spoke brought him to mind, the gift of the lily and the time spent with the male made her smile each time she thought of it. He was her best friend, and she was sure Hemming felt the same. It had been some time since she had seen him… Blue eyes found the white orbs of the painted fey, her face felt warm. No one knew of the feelings that Colibri brought her. It had been some time since she spoke to any about her own love affairs. Anu would rather sit and listen then talk, though another’s opinion would be always be appreciated. Still Anu only gave a “Just because. No reason needed.” It was the feeling that the young brown woman’s face would give that was reason enough. It was embrace that might be received; it was knowing that it was unexpected and a surprise. Those were the true reasons. Anu smiled softy, looking at the purple flowers as Cwmfen declined. Perhaps before she left she could offer again, Anu always appreciated her company.
Moving to the pups Anu looked at the twins, her smile growing as their names were voiced. Honor, Chastity they were fitting for the offspring of two warriors. Values that cherished by them, as well as should be held by everyone. Anu found that she was drawn to them as she was the two parents that held those qualities so dear. Another she would imagine if there had been three could be called Truth. She would have held that the most dear, nothing felt more right or real then the truth. She sat beside the mother and beneath the towering security of the oak, her eyes watched softy over the three as they settled into a mealtime routine. Anu had never imagined herself with pups, in a way that Cwmfen displayed at that moment. A part of her wanted so badly to create life, though a voice spoke in a darker tone, reminding her that such a thing was impossible. Her question brought her eyes back to the mother’s face. “Of course.” her tone soft and understanding. She was not worried, for Coli did not wait for her and at this moment Anu wasn’t sure if a visit this day was best.
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It’s okay! That detail was taken from the DDM announcement box, so if you hadn’t read it, then you probably wouldn’t have known, ^=^
I was reading part of my last reply, and there’s totally a random, incomplete sentence in there… o__o
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"A gift of flowers requires no reason?" That was a strange concept for the warrior. Everything that she did had a purpose. Every weapon had its reason, every strategy had its justification. And yet, the gifting flowers required nothing, Anu said. "Forgive my curiosity," the black fae sang. "I have never known of such a thing." A brief smile passed over her quiet lips. The Caledonian-Korean disliked to trouble others with questions, but, at times, the warrior’s natural curiosity moved her to ask and to understand. She had believed this gifting of flowers to be of this culture, and it was this culture that she was now a part.
As Anu grew near, the pups abandoned their want to feed and turned their eyes simultaneously towards the stranger. For a moment, those eyes simply watched the other woman. But then, when they continued to not recognize the scent and when Anu had grown too close, they growled and pressed closely against their mother. Cwmfen’s woad-banded maw was pulled back into a snarl, and the quiet growl sounded her discontent of the pup’s behavior. They grew silent, but their gaze grudgingly watched the stranger until hunger drove them back to suckle at her belly. Tranquility smoothed her features as she gave mild smile to Anu.
There was a brief silence as if Cwmfen struggled with the right words with which to speak. There was a particular melody humming within her soul, and words were inadequate in their expression. The white orbs watched the blue eyes of the Crimson Dreamer, that tranquil gaze impassive as ever, masked by her own diluted emotions. "A winter blossom," she began at length, "grows in the silence of snowfall. The petals watch the heavens, and the heavens can see its pure shade." There was a brief pause, and the soft alto held a strange formality within her words. She was no story teller, nor was she a poet. But she simply spoke with the shades and sounds that best portrayed the song that moved within her. It was almost, however, in the way of the royal Koreans and the recitation of poetry unrhymed and rhythmless. "The stem is black with thorns of poison that does not kill, but such is the snow in its silence that keeps the poisonous thorns hidden." Another brief pause, and her gaze shifted to watch a distant place. "One stumbles upon the winter blossom and drinks deeply its scent, and the winter blossom revels in the company it so rarely is given. Frequently one comes to drink once more until it is wished to pluck the blossom, the blackness of the poisonous stem unbeknown."
The white gaze shifted slightly, focusing once more upon the other female of sand and stone. "How shall the tale proceed?" The soft alto deemed those words a ‘tale’, for she herself could find no other descriptor. That tale had no war, nor hunt that seemed to relate to the passions of the black fae’s soul. "I cannot see where it should end." The admittance of unknowns had never caused the warrior hesitance, for she had no pride upon which to hesitate. And perhaps Anu would not know where the story would end. Perhaps her words had the sound of a fairy tale upon the other female’s ears. The Caledonian-Korean would not have known, for her library of tales was sparce with lack of exposure. Save for the occasional tale of the gods or of Corvus’ rare and twisted lessons, the young Cwmfen had known few tales. And no one since had regaled her with the tales of books long forgotten or of cultures unfamiliar.
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She did not give gifts? Anu found that surprising, at first. She kept the thoughts from her face, the black furred fey was different the she, such a thing was obvious. It wasn’t bad, no the Dahlian was far a grander being then Anu would ever become. But Anu knew of things that might bring a creature happiness and sought those things out only to turn around and surrender them once they had been found. The sight of their face was enough. She would find something for Cwmfen, something that would be of worth, for the flowers did not speak to her as they spoke to Colibri, and show her the feeling a gift could bring.
Anu only watched, settled among the uncovered roots of the great oak. The two little wolves looked to her, and Anu could hear the protest against her presence. Not many had visited, it seemed. They were still so young, it would hard for them to not find her and the foreign scent she wore as a threat. Anu gave an understanding smile, she knew that it would be hard at first for them to accept her. Unless either of them was naturally out-going she would expect to only sit and watch. Interested in what the woman had to tell her Anu listened as she spoke. And when her voice took to words Anu was slightly surprised by what she heard.
Eyes looked at her face as she spoke, the picture unfolding in her mind as the story was told. Even as the white eyes were drawn away from hers, to a place unknown to Anu, she still watched. How would it end? The question given to her as if Anu had heard the story before. And yet she spoke as if she did, “A tale it is. A mysterious place that grows its roses in the dead of winter.” Of course there was no place, and no species the bloomed in the cold past a hard frost. But she hadn’t lost the purpose of the fantasy. “I believe it depends on the one that has picked this flower. Bold and brash, so confident that it is their right to own it, will only feel the sting of its thorns and know the ill of its poisons.” She paused, thinking again of another. “But if it’s their hope to save the flower from the ravishing cold, the cautious and caring. They wish to ease it’s chill and savor it in the safety of summer, from the roots the take it with the very soil the take it. Avoid the pricks and be saved from the venom.” Her story had left room for questions and possibilities, and as bitter sweet as the flower had been described, the heart of the one who yearned or its pleasure had been unknown.
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It was not often that the woman spoke in such a way. Her world was based upon realities, and she did not waste her time upon such fantasies. But, although the idea of the tale itself was fantastic, she did not view her tale to be of ‘fantasy’. It was difficult for the warrior describe what she wished with the mere words of conversational language, and she had taken a different approach to that difficulty. It was not necessarily the tale itself that best described what the warrior experienced. It was the sound of snowfall itself that deafened her ears, and it was the black of the thorns that blinded her. And yet, whose paw or jaws would seek to pluck the flower? Briefly, the black fae recalled the words that Slay had so deftly used. Selfish. That word whispered in her ears. The warrior that had relinquished the strength of emotion for the strength of battle did not know—was it selfish? The black soot was lifted from her soul as if by a soft sigh, and yet, in mockery did it blanket her soul once more. The heaviness had been lifted with the enlightening knowledge that had come with the birth of her twins, but the soot like tar was unmoved.
When Anu responded, a strange curiosity moved mildly across the white orbs. Roses. The black fae wondered what had caused the other woman to describe the blossom as such. The word ‘rose’ described a different flower entirely, and yet it was not of an entirely different meaning. The warrior wondered what it would mean should the rose better describe her tale. Rose… love, tragedy, purity. It was a flower of ambiguity, a flower of which great care must be taken. But the warrior nodded in response to the Crimson Dreamer’s observation. A rose it was, the black fae decided, and in beautiful still winter. Carefully the words of the other were heeded, the double-banded aurals lifted to drink in the sounds of her reply. And the warrior valued such a thing, for in this she trusted the input of another over her own. Once spoken, the warrior could consider the possibilities once more. As in battle, a strategic and rational approach was almost always possible. "Then I would want,"the alto voice sang after silence had well settled, "the one who plucks the blossom to be cautious." Whether it be she or another, or whether it would be none or all, the black fae would prefer caution. It was a wise thing to say, what Anu had said. And as a warrior, she knew the importance of proceeding with caution. Warriors knew that.
A warm smile graced the tranquility of the woad-bound maw. "Thank you, Anu," the warrior responded offering a dip of her maw. "You have been helpful." It was an awkward statement, perhaps, to offer a compliment in such a way, but the woad-marked fae did not know. There was a great silence as the white orbs looked down upon the little forms that drank from her. How suddenly her life seemed so still and idle. And yet, in the mornings, the black fae had continued her own training, although she did so at the entrance of her den. There was much to be regained that had been lost in two moons, but nothing was lost forever. "Your daughter," the quiet voice sang once more, her gaze lifting to find those eyes like water. "How is she?" The Dahlian warrior did not forget that her father had attacked this wolf’s daughter. She wondered now how she fared and hoped that the damage had not been irreversible. But she knew more than most that some wounds never truly healed.
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Was this a story, or was it a dream? Anu held the question, among the others that lingered in her mind. Always she had questions, but her tongue was old and practiced and she could choose the right to ask. At time one or two might slip, but out of all those the floated in her thoughts the odds were in her favor. Blue eyes watched the woman. Seated on the soft grass beneath the great oak tree the fey had a good view of the other wolfess, among the nature that she held so prized. Anu wished to read the thoughts on her form, as if the woad markings would become words on her pelt, and Anu would know what it was to be literate. The alto song rang softly, and Anu began to know more. She nodded softly, “As I would. Even the most resilient of flowers perish in the hands of the brash.” The arrogant, the selfish could take the leaved children and death was never far off. It was a sad thing. But Anu knew that as not every beast was made for war, not every was made for the keeping of fragile lives.
“Of course.” Anu was always happy to help those she cared for, as well as those that she had yet to truly know. It was only her nature to care for souls that needed someone to care. It would not be hard to call upon her in the future and Anu wished Cwmfen would know she was always welcomed to ask. She was surprised that Cwmfen asked of Mati, though the answer came easily, She is well, thank you.” Her voice was genuine, it was nice of the Dahlian to ask. Others would have forgotten. “Her birth mother has left Crimson Dreams, expelled for drug use. I know that has hurt her. Though,” Anu paused as she thought of it, she watches over the pups of the pack, and does well with the responsibility.” Anu had seen leadership in the Church girl she called her own, yet she was still young and a pupsitter was a perfect job for her to undertake.
“What are they like?” She asked, the hint of excitement returning to her tone. Eyes glanced over to the pups once more.
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No worries! I’m a little slow now too, so don’t worry about it, ^=^
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A quiet nod was given in return. She dwelt upon her own words and then she dwelt upon the words that Anu had given. Indeed, the most resilient could easily perish. All creatures held a weak point, and all enemies had the potential of striking it. Even friends, even those trusted. And so always the warrior was reluctant to trust too deeply, finding that such a thing lead to a new and more obvious weak point. And how effectively love did such a thing, and how she did not turn him away. A soft punctuating sigh escaped the warrior.
"I am glad that she is healing well," the soft melody replied, relieved that Corvus’ attack upon Mati had not left prolonged marks. The memory would always persist, as all memories did, but at least the girl was healing well and continued to do so. "Who is in leadership of Crimson Dreams now that the other has been expelled?"The warrior did not find it strange that she was unfamiliar with such news. She would have heard such a thing had pregnancy and wounds not held her to Dahlia, and so she did not expect herself to know such things. However, she could hear a bit of news of the world without from Anu. And perhaps later she would learn more. But not now.
At the voiced query, the warrior was silent. For a moment, the white orbs considered the other woman, the tranquil gaze holding Anu’s for a long moment. What passed beneath those impassive eyes was uncertain, but something moved there, slowly and certainly as the light in the deep of slow moving water. And then her gaze had moved to the pups that drank from her, the warrior acutely aware of her body’s functions and the movements of her young. "They are small," she said at length. Honor paused for a moment as he readjusted himself. But it was not long before he continued. A pup’s appetite, she had discovered, was great despite the small size. "And they are fragile." While the black she-wolf had carried the pups for those two moons, she had known them in this way for only two weeks. With their eyes and soul, she had known them only two. Slowly, the warrior was understanding, but she took her time, observing these creatures with meticulous care. She wanted to understand them so that she could respond efficiently.
The white orbs turned back to the gaze made of water. "I had never desired to bear life," the soft melody admitted openly without shame. "But I do not regret this." Discontent was not the same as regret. And especially because the pups were wrought from Onus’ seed, the woman could accept the raising of these twins. Even though the lives she had born into the world required her attention and kept her from upholding duty and passion, the warrior was determined to be patient. For her pups, she wanted strength and health, and she would do what she could to give it to them. And she found, too, that she loved them. It was a different love than the love that she felt for Onus, and it was different from the elated passion of war. It was felt with less intensity, though not quite with inferiority. It was difficult for the woman to explain such a thing, and so she did not. She simply accepted that it was called love and that she felt it for the young created from the blood of Onus and the blood of her self.
"And I am content that they were not born with darkness within them." And she was glad, also, that what Corvus had done to her had not harmed the children within. With the number of battles and severity of blows and wound that she had received, her fertility was also a thing that surprised the warrior. But perhaps she simply did not know of such things.
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There were many things about the parentage of the children she called her own that Anu found disappointing. They had no father, and what they did own of him was spoiled blood. They were left with two females to raise them, and she had no true experience. She had no blood tie to them, and what tie she did had died when the mateship with Naniko did. Still Anu could not turn them away, and now… Their own mother had left Crimson Dreams, bound to start a new life with a new litter. Healing Mati might be, her wounds closed and no longer visible to the passing eyes. But the wounds would be opened again and again as her life continued. She would not forget that pain, and relive it with each new wound. “Savina commands us.” Anu spoke with no fear, no insecurity. Savina was a fey to be reckoned with, and no push over. There was no other that Anu respected more then the ebony she-wolf, no other was able to rise in their time of dismemberment and at the fall of their past Commander. Anu was happy to sit as her side. "And I am her second.” She added, no less proud of her own place in the ranks but knowing that it would be a leap for her to take first position if need be. She was not as strong the Marino female was.
Thoughts turned to the two small creatures that found comfort at the side of the warrior. Yes, they were small and indeed they were fragile. Such was life when it first greeted the world. It was their job to protect it, and because of its fragility it was their way to form the pack. To often such a thing was forgotten. They could feed themselves fine, but without the security of the borders their dens would be raided and their young slaughtered. It would be too easy to take the lives that had yet to start. The security of borders, the formation of hierarchy, it was all to protect the generation of the next. It was not for pride, or arrogance or to boast. It was far more simple. Anu would not forget such simplicity. Cwmfen’s words carried her mind back to the present, she smiled at the words. Anu would have been sad to know if she did regret them. To not appreciate the gift that had been given, and with so much light in them. No, they held no darkness… “Sometimes we are given what we need, rather then what we desire.” Anu commented, her smiled flickering and fading slightly. She needed their light, Anu was certain of this, and so she had been given it. Anu desired to create life of her own blood, and yet she was given love that could not produce it.
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Sorry for the wait!
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Savina. The woad-banded aurals drank in the spoken name, recognizing it. "I have met her—it was several moons ago." The black she-wolf recalled the single encounter that she had with the one who now led the pack of Crimson Dreams. Savina Marino. Cwmfen had met Savina Marino briefly, but in those brief moments having long since passed, the black fae had learned much of which could be spoken and more of what could not be spoken. And it was perhaps the latter that was most important. And Savina understood what many wolves did not. While Cwmfen desired not the power of leading a pack in that highest of ranks, she understood its responsibilities and its duties. For that, the woad-marked warrior respected the female with sylvan eyes. "She will make a good leader." The warrior was sure that she already had. And Anu would as well. It seemed that Crimson Dreams, where once it had been mistreated by its prior leader as such that that leader had been removed, was once more in stability and peace. But such moments of chaos and discontinuity were necessities. The warrior understood that. Such understanding allowed for her perseverance.
A faint smile flickered over the black fae’s maw. Perhaps so. Perhaps Anu spoke truly. Thus far, the black fae had believed that the living were given nothing save for the path that must be followed—and yet, were there not anomalies to her own belief? It was Dreamt by the Raven Dreamer: the bearing of life had been a gift. No—that was no anomaly. Her pregnancy had been Fated long before she herself had been wrought upon the earth. The bearing of life had not been the gift. The gift had been the seed, the seed of whom would be planted within her. That was what she had Dreamt, and the Raven Dreamer had come to understand that now. The warrior did not receive what she desired. She received only what she must, and perhaps, in the end, she would feel desire for the happenings of her existence. For a brief moment, the black fae wondered for what purpose her pairing with Onus was. She wondered at the purpose of Love, that emotion that should not be of her being. Love was the anomaly. She could not understand the purpose of that emotion. It was not logical. And yet it was there, existing as the soft fog that rises from the calm waters in the silver dawn.
The silence followed for a great length. It was not until both Honor and Chastity had finished their meal that the Raven Warrior’s voice was lifted in reply. "And that shall be enough." Only what was needed was given. The small bodies of her young shifted, pressing their warmth against her belly’s fur. The warrior shifted slightly, enclosing them in the safety of her body. Briefly, she licked the fur about her belly before she went to groom the twins who responded with tired yawns and squeaks. But they obediently waited for Cwmfen to clean them before relaxing in their little pile to drift off to sleep. "Coincidence and chance—they do not exist. All things have a purpose that must e fulfilled. And when that purpose is fulfilled, Death comes to claim the soul." She wondered at the necessity of these pups within her life, or perhaps her purpose was to simply give birth to the twins so that their purposes may be fulfilled. But the black fae did not know. She was a simple warrior, a mortal that lived and then died a fleeting existence within the belligerent arena of survival.
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There was no real question; Savina would lead them with all of her faith to back the midnight female. It was her own ability that Anu feared would not be enough. Her nature was calm, soft and agreeable, but she could be quick to frustration. They were not the most valuable traits a leader was to have, and yet the Commander sought out her advice and council. She hoped to never destroy the trust the pair had created. Anu nodded, agreeing greatly with the woad females comment. “Savina has many talents. I am happy to follow her.” Anu was one for simple pleasures, and an alpha with the demeanor of the Italian female was something that she found happiness in.
Anu wondered if the Dahlian was right. It would mean that everything that happened did so for a reason. There was nothing that occurred that could go unnoticed, and each was linked to the next. She thought of her current situation, and all that had lead her up to where she sat. Some was filled with hurt, and yet she found that they had brought her to the things that brought her pleasure. It was too easy to think that she had been hurt for no reason, a victim and a bleeding heart. It wasn’t true, according to Cwmfen such a chance didn’t exist. Anu felt the words were true.
The Dreamer smiled softly, thinking of the children that would soon bring their voices to the world. “ We can only wonder and imagine what their purpose will be.” She said simply, her smile gaining life as she thought that these new lives were ones of light and greatness. The warrior would teach them to live up to their names, and she was glad to see that two less souls would be born into a world under a misguided light. She was unsure when death would come for her; if it were soon or still years to come. Anu was not untouched by age, but she was not satisfied that she had fulfilled her purpose. She wondered if that mattered, or if none of it was ever up to them. “I hope I have not missed my own.” A smile remained on her light toned face, and yet a regret was felt, she feared there was no reason for death to not take her.
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It’s okay~! <3 Should we wrap this one up soon?
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"She appreciates your loyalty," the soft voice replied, and her voice was certain. Loyalty was a thing that all leaders appreciated of their members. The Adonis gave her loyalty to Dahlia and to Cercelee, and she worked to serve them well. The woad warrior did not doubt that Savina required the same thing, and she did not doubt the gratitude that would be felt. Anu was a good wolf, and she would serve Savina and the pack of Crimson Dreams well.
A soft nod was given in response to the other fae’s words. At times the warrior did wonder, but her Dreams, guided by the wings and cries of the pied Raven, illuminated the world for her. When it did not reveal the nature of her purpose and of the path before her, she did not wonder any longer but simply continued upon life’s path as was expected of her. The Morrigan expected war from the warrior, and the woad upon her body bound her soul to the goddess of three, of ravens, of war, and she sent the songs to sing through Cwmfen’s soul, to kindle life within her as a small flame that hardly lit up within the vastness of the world. The warrior’s life was no more significant than another’s. She understood that too. Her modest life was lived with such understanding. Her purpose was to fight, to kill. Now, too, was it to conceive of the twins, to whelp them, to raise them. And she would do that before she returned to battle.
"You have not missed it," the alto melody replied with quiet certainty. "Purpose—Fate...it is inevitable." There was a brief pause as the white orbs considered the woman with eyes like water. "Everything we do has been preordained—even the worst." That is what the warrior understood. As a child of Nemain, of the Morrigan, she understood such a thing with an acute precision. Such a thing made her accepting of the events of her life. Even the night she had experienced beneath Corvus’ body was accepted as a thing preordained, as a thing in which she was meant to be defeated so that Onus would kill the crow wolf. Things were made in sacrifice for so that others could do what they must. A faint smile moved across her lips. The good were not excused from such things. It was not a matter of being deserving or undeserving, for surely Fate did not discriminate. "You are on the right path. Even when you stray, you are not lost." She wondered at Anu’s uncertainty. Uncertainty was a thing with which the warrior had grown familiar within the months of her pregnancy, and even now, with the telling of that fantastic tale, she had felt it. But it was not the same, she thought as the uncertainty felt by the Crimson Dreamer. But the warrior was silent and did not move into thoughts that she was not meant to know.
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Anu hoped that Savina appreciated her, but then Anu was sure she did. She was certain that Savina found her place among the Dreamers as important as her own. She wondered what might have happened if for a reason unknown to Anu, she had sided against Savina and with Naniko. She couldn’t imagine it, and only smiled at the Dahlian. It was easy to know that the words were true, her Commander was not shy about giving her thanks.
Something in her words told Anu that she was not at her end. What the world needed from her was not yet produced and so there was no reason for Death to come and take her. Still her faith, her hope was not the fully blossomed flower that was its natural state. New challenges and changes had caused it to wilt. As she had tried to in the past, it was now Cwmfen that raised her hopes. But the warrior had gone through so much, and with such horrids she had been blessed with the children of her love. Her years should tell her that with the pain and insecurities came days of pleasure.
It was time that Anu needed, hated, and would never receive. Still her smiled did not fade, and Anu focused on the faith that the new mother shared.
“Maybe its just best to let what will happen, happen.” Anu commented, trying to let the words soak into her mind. She didn’t know why she thought that fighting the things that she felt, and always had, and the connection that was forming and growing between she and Colibri. Eyes went to the young that the black fey lay beside. It seemed that it was time for rest, and Anu felt that it was her time for depart. The lavender stems in her hand, Anu spoke as she rose.
“Its time I get back to my path. I’m glad to see you and Honor and Chastity are well.” She spoke her exit, a soft small playing on her lips as she looked to the pups once more.
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