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Ceval Acissej · 01-11-2010, 07:23 PM

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The golden coyote’s song was soaring high above and out of reach, but he could see it plain as day now. He was slowly drawing closer and revelling at the joyful knowledge that he would soon have reached his goal and found his song at such a young age. The usual journeys were known to take several years, and here he was – soon within the reach of one of the mightiest voices and he had barely been about for a few days. Still there was so much to be done in order to create perfection, but he was eager to get ahead and start to weave his soul and heart into beautiful music that would burst into life when his strong voice would share it with the world and with the woman that he intended to make his mate. Brilliantly white and so pure – she was one of a kind and she had been so young when she had discovered her melody. It was up to the males of the Singer clan to prove their worth through their melodies, but the average singer could never reach an alpha daughter’s heart. Ceval would and he would make her soft, pink eyes gleam with emotion when he would sing for her the masterpiece created by heart and soul and the rare conflict called war. Oh boy, oh boy.

Originally Ceval Acissej was a peaceful creature with no grudges or stereotypes. He did not loathe his enemies, for they were all creatures of the earth and Gaya sung through them all with messages of love and peace for her children. So few listened though. The coyotes of Inferni were deaf and heard no songs in their silent hearts. Ceval had been devastated when meeting the coyote that had asked a question with a swear word when he had been practising his song. It had saddened the amber eyed man to discover the lack of music in the lands, but he would do anything for love, even partly ruin his soul in the pursuit of his own, special tune. All he could see in the future was her silky white pelt and her beautiful ruby eyes. Ah, oh boy, yes her eyes. He had encountered several crimson eyed canines after receiving the Inferni tag above his head, but her eyes oh boy they were the softest red imaginable. Not truly red, rather pink and glimmering like the ocean bathed in the most brilliant sunset. Amber eyes were absent as he wandered closer and closer to the pack borders that he was supposed to hate and avoid when walking on his own.

His thoughts were filled with Leyah and her beauty and not of war and ugliness. Even as he wandered by their borders he failed to understand that this was his enemy. What did that word truly mean anyway? In the land of Song the singers had known no borders and peace had embraced every creature. Conflict could not exist because they all were part of the same song and the same stories. They were mother earth’s children and they were the same and they sang their songs to her to honour her and the beauty she allowed them to be a part of. Ceval, unfortunately, did not understand the full purpose of such clearly marked borders. The coyote that had first found him trespassing on Inferni land had not been pleased with his intrusion, though no issues had truly rose because Ceval had sought membership there. There were two people at war, but they carried no specific names other than their pack’s name. He could understand personal misunderstanding and yeah even small conflicts, but not war. It was foreign to him, and this was exactly why he had to be a part of it. He would return to his homelands with new tunes and a foreign and beautiful song filled with shivering melancholy that would melt Leyah’s ice cold heart and turn her rose gaze to him finally.

He would finally be seen oh boy and appreciated oh boy, oh boy, oh booooy. The man hummed brightly and took a few dancing steps into the unknown Dahlia de Mai pack as his amber eyes closed and saw silky white fur and rose hued eyes that loved him. His heart was beating with love and harmony and he hummed away as he always did – for he was one of the singer people and his throat seldom remained silent as long as beautiful sound, rhythm and melodies could be created. His throat vibrated and expanded and his tune rose in intensity as he cried out his hidden heartache now when he was miles and miles and miles away from the singing lands and his love. She did not know it yet, but she was to be his and she would finally learn to adore him for the beautiful song that had not yet been created in his heart and his soul. The male was next to blind as he dimly walked further into the forbidden area, entering the north-eastern borders of Dahlia de Mai and putting his life in danger.

Lillith Stormbringer · 01-13-2010, 10:48 PM

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Coexistence required an exuberating amount of effort and restraint; trivial things, such as daytime sleeping patterns, were no more. It was extremely disorienting and unbelievably frustrating to lose customary rights of the sort, but it was for the greater good of it all. Victory was redemption. It was time to make everything right again, as things should have been five years ago, back when believers subsisted. It was her duty, as Azathoth’s sole survivor, to finish what the visionary had begun. She would use whatever means possible to achieve said objective, at the risk of losing everything she possessed; the clan’s women had not been afraid of death, and neither was she.

The madwoman was moving with relentless energy, her strides long and purposeful. Although Cercelee’s departure was well appreciated, she often took the time to scan the borders for any indication of that self-righteous bitch. Reinforcements were unlikely but not impossible, and who was she to overlook such a thing? Dahlia de Mai was not invincible, this she understood. After seeing the vast majority of her beau’s subordinates, Lillith was honestly unimpressed with the lot. They appeared to be reliable though, which somewhat appeased her uncertainties for the time being. A wide variety of emotions had been displayed upon each and every face at the pack meeting; reluctance, devotion, and even hatred in some cases. At first glance, they were completely different from one another. Hopefully, this diversity would come in handy on the front lines.

The Rosen’s followers had spoken of Inferni’s audacity; attacks in broad daylight, luckily none of which had resulted in a fatality. Haku’s sister had come close to fading, which disappointed her to a certain extent. It was all about statistics. A death on their side would inevitably make them the losing team, and such a thing was detrimental to their image.

Her walk took a startling twist when the breeze brought another’s presence to her attention. A male canine, most obviously, but one bearing no commitment to Dahlia de Mai. From there, her pace redirected elsewhere, to the area where she would indisputably encounter this visitor. It hadn’t been evident at first, but as she neared her target, his adherence to the opposing side became decipherable. Although faint, Inferni’s distinct aroma clung to his coat like a bad disease. Instinctively, ebony lips retracted into a snarl, her expression morphing into something akin to disgust. “Maggot,” she hissed accusingly, adopting a predatory approach based solely on territoriality.

Even if the coyote’s back was turned to her, the onyx femme did not immediately initiate an attack. He would look into her eyes and see her for what she was. Her limbs were bent, ready to propel the entirety of her weight against the imprudent fool.

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Ceval Acissej · 01-24-2010, 10:09 AM

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Suddenly a female’s voice sounded from behind and the word spoken was not a pleasant one. He jumped around and looked at the pitch black form with open confusion. Maggot? She was threatening him and he did not like it at all. Ears flickered back against his skull and a thing melody was all that sounded in the tense air. He was not a large man and he was not a fighter. He had come to take part in the war, but was in no way prepared for it. It would soon become clear to him what horrors and scenes lay in the word and it was quite different from what he believed. Conflict, yes, but he did not anticipate true death. He had come from a place too peaceful and harmonic in order to understand the evils of true conflicts where lives so easily could be dispatched. ”Ceval,” the man hummed out nevertheless, hoping she had mistaken him with a maggot. He certainly was not one; he was only Ceval and no one else.

He danced backwards away from her and deeper into the territory that he did not understand. He was only stepping closer to death and did not realize this the slightest. He did not wish for true conflict, though at the same time it would be necessary. ”Hummmm,” his voice rang out in distress, the tone urgent and stressed. He could feel his heart pound against his sandy chest. Was this yet another step into finding that perfect tune? Alarmed eyes shone for a moment and a smile graced his dark lips.

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