How the Day Sounds

Anu · 01-09-2010, 10:35 AM

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SSWM - 330

Anu was certainly one that lived a life stripped of layers. She had always lived a life naked of lies and of deceit. Never had she lied about who she was or what her intend might be. Honesty was the one thing she favored most, and though she lied in a playful manner, there was nothing that she would do but speak the truth when ever if mattered. Soften it, she might, but never enough to twist its meaning. It pleased her to see that Gabriel smiled. He did not wear the feature enough in the Dreamer’s eyes.

His words were honest, and spoke of truth far deeper then his tone. They seemed to both know of it, and they did. Anu instantly saw the difference between the fear that Inferni leader had brought her that one day, and the thought of Haku, or the dead monster Corvus. The hybrid did not provoke the fear in her as the others, even though his face bore scars and his body spoke heavily of the ability to fight. Still there was something that radiated form him that was honorable, something Anu had not missed in the past and yet only unveiled now.

Though the wolfess wished to see the best in every beast she did not have to search for that in the doggish male. She easily saw his wish to keep those he loved safe, to keep threats away from his clan. His love for his children was apparent that last time they had spoken. Anu believed Haku was lost to such a thing, love did not know a home in his chest. He had no heart and had lost his soul long ago.
“You are not terrible at all.” Anu spoke, her voice lacking the tinge of amusement that she once owned. She didn’t believe that her thought of him mattered more then any other, if it mattered at all. But, perhaps he would draw something meaningful from her voice.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-11-2010, 02:33 AM

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Word Count: 300

In Character

Lies had made up a great part of Gabriel’s past—when he had served as a spy, before his coat had changed and revealed his true form. Now, though, he had no time nor purpose for such games. He knew his face was going to remain forever marked by the scar he called hubris, and knew it was damn lucky he had managed to survive at all. Wolves, he had learned, were wicked creatures. This was why he had never considered himself one; few wolves had done anything outside of show him terrible things, or attempt to harm him or his family, and for these reasons he disconnected the idea of being a wolf with the history he had with them. By all accounts, Gabriel could have abandoned the clan and taken up a wolfish coat long ago. He had chosen not to because he could not bear the thought of being like them.

The gray woman, with her blue eyes lacking any thought of malice and any terrible shadow managed to strip down the very walls Gabriel had put up around himself over the past few months. He kept that smile on his face, and tilted his head slightly in order to regard her further. “Do you really believe that?” Gabriel asked her quietly, wondering if this was indeed the truth. There were skeletons buried with his name on them; perhaps most terrible of all the blind woman whom he no longer thought of, whose death he considered an accident and a passing fact. Iskata did not need to die, but she had, and this was something he had no ability to change. It was justified, in some way, because he had given her a chance. He had told her to leave and she had stayed.

Foolish, headstrong wolf.

Anu · 01-12-2010, 03:02 PM

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SSWM - 379

His words rang in her ears, where silence had once filled them. Her water colored eyes watched him; the cock of his head did not seem to match his soft tones voice. His face seemed to mock her, show that she was a fool to trust him. And yet his tone sounded less curious and more serious in his wonderment. Anu would not lie to him, even if he thought her a fool to trust the one that led a clan of coyotes, their lands guarded by skulls and eyeless heads. Yet, instead of speaking out right Anu watched him with a calm that his tilted head did not show itself.

Eyes wandered him, scanning his body as if she needed one more look in order to form her opinion. But it was not the scars that Anu focused on. Eyes looked at the cross that hung around his wolfish throat, always unmoving in its position each time she met him. She doubted he lived a day without it. Not a moment without the reminder of who his god was and where his faith originated. Anu knew only that much, the detailed story a mystery to her. But she felt in a way, the heart that beat beneath the cross was not.

“Do you think,” Anu began her words just as soft and quiet as his. It was uncommon for Anu to hold so much trust in a male, especially one beyond her pack. Normally she stayed only acquaintances with anyone other then females. It was simply her quiet nature that drew her to the more fragile of sexes. Though she was lost to males entirely, the connection that was drawn between the Dreamer and the Infernian was seemingly rare.

“do you think I would lie to you?” the woman finished with eyes searching lightly for his. He did not trust her kind. He did not find them more then beasts with the wish to destroy all that he held dear. Anu would not, and could not defend those of her kind that she not of. But she did not question him in regards to her kind. She asked about herself, if he simply thought he couldn’t believe the things she said. Anu did not lie, not about this.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-14-2010, 03:18 PM

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Word Count: 353

In Character

She was the moon, silver and blue and living through the light of the Sun as if he was her God. She was soft and quiet, the sympathy and beauty that cast the world in a glow that did its best to hide all wickedness. There was nothing terrible about the moon, but she could be cold, and she could see the things hidden under her gaze without letting her distaste show. She was something remarkable, this woman before him, and Gabriel was glad to have her as his companion and, would she consider it, his friend. These days, they were few and far between, and further still were those women whom did more then simply fade from memory.

Her voice made his ears tremble, and he wondered if she could ever raise it in fury as she had that first night they had met again. He hoped she would never have to. Terrible places would not suit the dainty she wolf, and had he known that she too had an enemy in Haku Soul, and had stood her ground against the demon in order to save someone she loved, he would have felt that warmth in his chest double, and the smile on his face turn wicked with justice.

It was her eyes, though, that captivated him. Like the moon, they were blue-white and showed him only what they chose to reveal. A face, a rabbit, or even the simple fact that she trusted him, these were things that he found in her eyes. His own were far more terrible, and their amber-gold carried the truth of God’s fire in them. What would she think, he wondered, if she knew he had been the one to cause that fire over the mountains? The one living soul who knew had seen him as a monster. Perhaps he was. But it was a higher power that had chosen who had lived and who had died, not Gabriel de le Poer. “No,” he answered her honestly, eyes never leaving her own. “I’m glad I met you,” he added, as honest as he ever had been.

Anu · 01-17-2010, 03:55 PM

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we can end where ever you like, I really like their threads, and that last post was great. SSWM - 383

There were deep seeded placed in him, filled darkness that was given by those that had wronged him and the ones he loved. Where her gaze was placid and calm as a lake’s surface his were blazing with a constant turmoil. They were fire where hers were water. Such opposites, both that drew faith from very different places. It was the love she saw in him that made her take a wiling step closer. It was knowing that he had the ability to care for those beneath him in his clan’s ranks that made her trust him. It was that love that had made him do those wicked things, was it not? But all of that went unknown by the Dreamer, she would stay ignorant, and happily so. She could know that he would not hurt her, nor the ones she cared for herself. Anu could remain standing in front of him with eyes locked knowing now that he believed her, knowing that he trusted a wolf when before he had believed they all held the same hatred for his species and his clan.

If she knew it, Anu would fear for him in his future battles. If she knew that Haku sought his blood the female would pray that he would be saved from the monster’s wrath. But there was no doubt in her mind that Gabriel held his own black wings to soar with. Out stretched, they blocked out the sun as they rode the breath of his crucified god. On His words the male would go forth to protect all that he cherished. As Anu was not suited for those dark places and as her silver and tan pelt shown under the glow of the mother’s moon, he would find satisfaction and comfort in the taste of his enemies blood against his teeth. If she knew his future she would hope that he would find peace after such war.

His eyes did not seem ablaze as he spoke to her, the words holding more then she could understand. She believed him, of course and Anu smiled, softly in her eyes as well.
“As I am you.” her voice was quiet. How deeply her appreciation went she could not tell. But he had surprised her, just as she might have him.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-17-2010, 07:49 PM

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Word Count: 360. I figure maybe in a post or two? :] I want to have another one soon so they can talk about the war and such.

In Character

Though he would not admit it, and though he had not even considered the truth, Gabriel was not all that different from Haku. There was a darkness in him that twisted and coiled, a snake in his belly that allowed him to be able to sink to deplorable depths. No place in the world for any weakness, any moment of doubt. Gabriel had killed his own brother, and he felt no qualms about doing such a thing. Andrezej had deserved to die. He did not deserve that shallow grave Rachias had dug him, and he did not deserve any mercy. Few in the world did. Women and children were weak, and deserved no part of the coy-wolf’s wrath. He had attacked them before, when such things had been called for, but never killed (save Iskata, and he did not remember this incident at all).

War was brewing on the horizon, and though he did not know it now, such a thing would come and threaten to consume him whole. But for now, the darkness and the wickedness that lurked deep in his belly and in his soul was biding, sleeping, a monster who would not need called on until something so terrible ripped it asunder. He did not consider these things when she was around him though; like the moon, as it shone through her eyes, Anu’s presence calmed him. She filled a gap he did not even realize was missing in him. It was a peculiar sensation, being around her. Gabriel never found such a connection in females, let alone one that was a wolf. This sensation not only allowed him to relax, but made a smaller, rumbling doubt settle in the pit of his stomach. He did not believe she would ever harm him (as if she could), but he worried none the less.

Paranoia was a terrible thing. Finally the coy-wolf let his gaze leave her, yawning widely as the meat settled in his belly. “Are you planning on going back home sometime today?” He asked, deciding then if she was he would go with her part of the way, unwilling to leave her company so quickly.

Anu · 01-17-2010, 11:58 PM

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thread again? yes please!! SSWM - 439

How was he this to her? How was he something that she had been searching for, something that she could not find in the ranks of her own? Anu could not see another that needed such simple truth, and did not know another that she needed to prove her pure intensions to more then him. And she needed to know that there was a difference in what she had been told, he was not the terror that she had thought the day they had met, and now she was far less brave, more damaged and in need of an ally. She needed a simple strength. And she would be ashamed if any knew that she sought that in someone beyond her borders. Where she brought him the solid and gentle calm of the moon, in its soft glow, he brought her safety. Anu was not without security, but she did not need to worry. She did not need to fear that there might be another that could be hurt, nor did she think that in an instant she might need to defend herself in his presence. The only other place she felt such a way was home, the center of her pack and surrounded by the familiar and the comforting. There was a sense of home that filtered from the doggish male.

What was to come would affect all of them, though the variables would be different for each. The future would change and her mind would be moved from the care of her family to thoughts and hopes and prayers for him. Each would be tested, and what god would win? Oblivious to all the lay ahead, and blissfully so Anu smiled lazily at the male. She did not grow close to testosterone filled beasts, not many anyways. Still as he questioned her she did not feel the need to move and it was not just her heavy belly that made her unmoving the first time she requested her legs to stand. Anu nodded once,
“I suppose they will miss me.” The elder female spoke, her blue eyes looking to the carcass that they had produced and then demolished. It was time for her to return, for home and her pack would be waiting. Her heart skipped a single beat at the thought of the wolfess that might be waiting for her, and hoped she would be. But it was not for lack of the same comfort and familiarity that pushed her away. Slowly her legs began to work, and the meat they had left along the bones of the aging buck would be a feast for birds.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-18-2010, 01:19 AM

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Word Count: 317. I'll start one in a few days then? Big Grin

In Character

There were so many things that he wanted to ask her, that he wanted to see in her and know what it was that lurked behind the soft light that radiated from her face. He knew so little about her—her name, her home, her gentle nature—and yet even now he found this was enough to form the bond between them. They shared something unreal, shared the light of the sun and the fire, and held a common ground based in love and responsibility. Gabriel would never claim to love all of Inferni, but it was his home, and he would defend it to the death. He had..no, they had come so far, across those mountains that always loomed at their backs, and he could not recall how long it had been since he had taken up his crown. Two years? Three? His memory was a fickle and peculiar thing, and the moments of black space that circled around his head aggravated the coy-wolf. Things had happened, of this he was certain; but what, exactly, he no longer knew.

She rose to her feet, and Gabriel followed suit. His stomach was filled for the first time in days, and content, an honest smile found itself attached to his face. Slowly, his long legs made their way after her, and he found himself at the smaller she-wolf’s side. “I’ll walk with you some of the way, if you don’t mind.” Behind him, his tail wagged in a friendly manner, and all trace of malice and wickedness had left his scarred and battle worn body. He looked younger then he had in years, as if all the weight he carried on his broad shoulders was no longer present. At least, for now, it wasn’t. The days ahead would bring things to a head, but this morning (turning to afternoon, even as they stood still) was quickly moving along.

Anu · 01-18-2010, 09:05 AM

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okay :3 SSWM - 439 (again :O)

Eyes watched as he rose to meet her step. There seemed to be a mask stripped from his face as he looked to her, and Anu did not know how long he had been wearing his true face. But she was certain that it was not the same as when she had first met him, even just as they hunted and began to speak this day. Had she been able to climb some barrier that he had place? Anu did not feel as if she had just scaled a tall mountain of his repressed emotions, her belly full and her body content with its much needed meal. But there was something that showed that had not before, though the ocher fire that kindled in each iris was the same as always.
“I don’t.” She answered, happy to have the guidance and the company on her way back to Crimson Dreams. It was not intention to draw him further from the clan that he led, but in truth Anu did not know how close they were to the borders or where they pack lie from where they had taken the deer.

Her light colored form felt the energy of their feast filter into her veins, and she wore a satisfied and yet wiry smile. In their steps she quickened slightly, turning and waiting for him to follow in the mock sort of chase that she idly teased him with. Blue eyes caught the sight of him over her shoulder. The scar along his maw, the weakened yellow that lay in his eye. She trusted the male, just as she would anyone that called her home theirs. And yet she knew he held a past that was littered with memories darkened by circumstance and judgment. Anu thought he held a righteous ruling, his god leading him through the dark that surround the clan and family that he cared so deeply for. And she knew not what had caused that scar, nor the small misstep in his fore limb as they had taken their meal. Her scars were few, thin and hidden. They told a story that she could keep close to her heart and revel only if she felt fit. But his were as plain as the Sun’s face. In the moment that it took for him to catch her, Anu wondered what it was that drew them together, what it was that made him believe her when her very species told him not to. Questions that banged at her minds door, and yet Anu felt a simple contentment their silence. The meaning of a scar was not worth breaking it.

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Gabriel de le Poer · 01-18-2010, 09:36 AM

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Word Count: 600

In Character

There were a thousand doors for her to break down, and a thousand more barriers to each one. Gabriel locked his memories away to protect himself, because he no longer trusted his own mind. The last time he had broken down completely had been catastrophic. A haunting woman’s beckoning, the demanding voices, and the silence that had come only when he had taken the hammer and nail and driven it through his palm. Gabriel’s own scream had been the only thing that had brought him back to the world, brought him down to earth where the reality of the throbbing pain and his blood against the ground had been the only thing to make him sane again. He had felt something shatter, and something in him break. Gabriel was not whole, and he did not know when he ever would be.

Anu was here, though, and her presence alone helped to fill those spaces—even if it was with the moon’s soft, silent, and stolen light. It would fade when she left him, but for now he was content to be with her, and to chase that light as if he was truly chasing moonlight. A tail wag, a burst of speed, and he chased after her without the true desperation of a hunt, or any real pursuit. His war wounds would not allow for such a thing, but the game was a fickle one, and it made him glad to play. This went on for a few moments, until his shoulder finally objected to the point that he stopped his pursuit, and instead followed after her slowly. She never felt out of step with him, reading the way his body moved and the way his face spoke. They didn’t need to speak to one another during this time, for there was no justification in idle banter when they had their blood and their flesh and the fire and moonlight.

It took them perhaps twenty minutes or half an hour before the pair came close enough to where the wolf packs began that the scents were in the air. Occasionally, a howl would sound somewhere in the distance, and Gabriel would always lift his head to identify the area from which it originated. He was satisfied none were close enough for concern, and always would find himself drawn back to Anu’s face, and her soft smile and moonstone eyes would settle any worry that rose in his chest. He wanted to go further, to ensure her safe arrival at her home, but Gabriel was all too aware that the stigma Inferni bore was his cross to carry, and he would not expect to make it back to the Waste anytime soon if he went that far. Nor would he ask her for shelter, unwilling to bring any reparations down for associating her pack with his scent, his clan, or his name. So after an hour, with the afternoon sun rising high above them and slowly beginning his turn towards the west, Gabriel watched her go on alone, and found that despite the brightness of the day, the world seemed to darken, just a little, as she left.

Gabriel’s eyes hardened, and he clenched his jaw, turning away from the world of the southern packs and making the solitary trek back towards the safety of Inferni’s soil. It would take a few hours, now. He felt drained, and now wanted nothing more then to get back to his own den and sleep for as long as time would allow. Somewhere, deep in his subconscious, he suddenly ached not to sleep alone.

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