09-06-2009, 10:59 PM
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Setting is at Ethereal Eclipse nearby the Dahlian boarders. No puppies with her. And… Sorry about the wait! 500+ The woad marked paws carried her over the boarders of her packlands, her mind unconcerned with the prolonged independence of her young. Slowly, and yet perhaps more quickly than was customary, the black fae weaned the pups of her presence and took from them their dependence. She taught them independence, encouraging the use of judgment and to allow them to make choices. Of course, she expected them to obey her and to remain within the den. Once they had disobeyed her, and she had chastised them as wolves do. And they had not done so again. Her pups were quick learners and understood easily. She trusted that they knew what must be done, and yet, for their lack of experience, the black fae never departed for more than two turns of an hour. Even if it were a simple pass by the den, the new mother made certain that they were safe. She did not take chances. But the lure of the forest pulled at her soul that wandered as her paws once did. The fluid movements paused, and the black fae became as the forest—still, and yet breathing, living, listening, seeing.... Singing. The soft humming of her soul was breathed upon the silence and was the silence. And her soul sang of war in tones as tenebrous as the shadows about her, as enigmatic, as enchanting. The golden sun of noon, high and warm in the sky, could not penetrate the majesty of the forest. Occasionally, the world was dappled in gold, illuminating the leaves as the trees loomed tall and dark about them. The insects hummed along with the world as they moved through the warmth of the gold, and the white orbs of the warrior, strangely luminescent in the halflight, seemed to glow as they watched the world, seeing both Reality and the Dream—hearing the Ravens calling in the distance and yet hearing nothing—Silence. A soft smile, like the susurrus of her song, moved across her silent lips as subtly as the light that played across calm waters. How beautiful was the world beyond that Nature had created. How beautiful it was that it took her breath away. She breathed...upon the air. The darkness of the woods tugged at her soul and bid her to remember. Her soul did remember. The woad marked fae moved fluidly, the sinew beneath her coat compelling her body. She moved as a shadow, a tenebrous wraith indiscernible from the woods themselves. A stream cut deeply through the lush and damp foliage, bubbling with blue and gold mirth as the water slowed upon the entrance of a deeper place. And then she paused once more to listen, and the as she listened to the song of water, her body shifted to don the anthropomorphic shape. While the woad warrior most acutely knew the natural, lupine shape, there were things that she had learned to enjoy within that other form. The change occurred naturally and smoothly, and yet a little more slowly than she once had for the prolonged time of wearing but one shape. The deep wound upon her leg grew angry once more. It was healed upon the surface, but deep within the wound still persisted and perhaps would always persist. It did not cripple her, and for that the warrior was relieved. Silently, she slid into the water, somehow able to do so without disturbing the current. The water was cold, and the woad-tipped furs rose up to ward off the cold, but only in response to the sudden change. The water was soothing against her warm skin. |