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Post by Zephyr on Feb 9, 2010 15:04:03 GMT -5
The metallic moon cast a silver shadow over the earth, causing the ground to fall deeper into a mystic shadow. Zephyr clamored through the trees that sheltered the city, her now bare feet making shallow depressions in the moistened soil. The silver silhouettes of the out skirted trees beckoned her forward, inviting her to behold the beauty of the mountain side. Now that the moon reigned in the sky, she could walk about in a way so many people took for granted. Her snow white wings appeared to be streaked with mercury light as they lay folded neatly behind her shoulders. In the gentle breeze, her pale dress swung around her knees in tattered layers. Her dark brown-red curls danced around her head, bouncing against her shoulders and falling into her face. Long lashes framed her wondering eyes, the deep pools of swirling gold now fused with shades of silver.
Resting her hand against the sturdy trunk of one of the large trees, Zephyr moved aside the hanging curtain of vines and flowers and peered out into the dark town. Some lights were still on in the town, but most families had gone to bed, the hour very late. Picking a flower from one of the draping vines, Zephyr gently tucked it behind her ear. This was such a serene place, a place she had never and would never know. Her family had had a home like this, but she could scarcely remember. It was only a distant memory to her now, no more a reality then her dreams.
The air was full with the delicate scents of the abundant flowers, and rich with the fresh scent of the mountain. Wings were a blessing when one needed to travel quickly. Gazing down across the town, Zephyr smiled softly. Inside those homes small children were sleeping and would soon wake to the suns beckoning. Zephyr was happy for them, her heart bursting with compassion, but at the same time jealousy. She longed for what they had and for what their parents had; freedom, joy, love....all words that she had heard but never truly experienced.
Stepping through the thick array of flowers, Zephyr sat upon a large rock, her eyes never leaving the ravine. The surface was cold against her skin, but she ran her fingers across the top. Exhaling, her breath formed a small cloud before evaporating. It wasn't incredibly cold, but chilly enough that night. Sighing once more, Zephyr pulled a few ringlets out of her face and shut her eyes, trying to imagine what her life would be like if everything had been different. It was a life she longed for, a life never lived.
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Post by Dorian Walsh on Feb 9, 2010 16:37:02 GMT -5
There was an airy touch to the midnight air a cool sooth that relaxed the evening hunters. Dorian midst the many was but an onyx dancer among the shadow ballet. Black as the finest parchment ink with eyes a dreary gold of lost fire did the wolf portray a heavenly look something more prodigious than that normally seen among the lupine appearance. Pillars struck to the ground with every beat of his large paws to the dampened soils. The masque pulled his weight along though body lithe and slim, curved in a delicate figure the brujo had a height unseen and a frame unpainted.
His muscles tensed and released in a drumming rhythm to his body motion as a long tongue hung loose from the gapping maw of which a grey whirling mist came to dance the night as well. He was portly for himself, tail high and head not once hung even to scent the moist earthy thick beneath his steps. He’d spotted her already, scented her from a far distance a sweet feminine scent of whom he’d wondered to recognize. He grew distance apace leaving little left between he and her and soon there was a whispering river only left to part them.
His tongue still hung from his muzzle as a light pant coiled through the silence though was soon muffled as the king swallowed back the dry of his throat. She seemed still distant on the town below spread and clinging to the inners of the mountain.
Still, Dorian entrained the thoughts of how such a place was built sturdy. Without muse to disrupt her thoughts wherever they may venture he stepped to her side praying good company along the rocks foot as the wolf settled back upon his haunches. His eyes followed hers to the life before them watching golden lights flicker away as the more of them turned to their beds on rest. Though curious, still his ears lay flat to his skull leaving the unthreatening exterior to an apparent acquaintance.
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Post by Zephyr on Feb 9, 2010 16:38:20 GMT -5
Long lashes fluttered open, peering out into the world of night. The soft, barely audible, footsteps of an appraoching being turned her head. As her mahogany brown curls flew across her shoulder, Zephyr caught sight of the beautiful creature that had settled down beside her. In the silver moonlight his fur appeared incredibly illuminescent, all the different colors on his pallet blending so smoothly together. His presence was so regal, the wolf's posture better more so than hers. He was not only wolf, of this Odette was sure, but something about him struck her differently then when she encountered any ordinary fay. She was oblivious to the fact that this creature was her king
Her eyes beheld his presence, the chocolate pools examining his every feature. Without her consent her silver white wings had wrapped themselves tighter around her delicate form, the company of another still a bit alien to her. He didn't seem threatening in the least, but part of her was still afraid. Tentavily she turned her body to face him, more ringletts falling into her face. Her rose red lips parted, petal soft words falling from her lips.
"Good evening..."
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Post by Dorian Walsh on Feb 9, 2010 16:39:38 GMT -5
“And that it is my lady. Glorious evening in my matter of observation,” Blessed be those dullened eyes as they swiveled from the land below and to her his content ridding the wings of her own tender breath. “And yet as wondrous as it is you enjoy it alone?” The lupine shifted and he too now faced her a canine smile riddling his features. He hadn’t paused for her reply long enough that his next words would be interruption. “But I would cease to doubt this as seeing the life of these lands has drained so quickly, it is nice to see someone about the dreary night.” And that she was a light among the inky coiling mist, a light of which he’d sought for comfort. “Do forgive my lacking, I am Dorian.” The wolf dipped his head to her a paw outstretched as the bow would be proper and subtly for royalty. Pulling back he gazed upon her, up to her, from his place below golden curiosity searching her eyes for her name. She walked his lands thus being one of his people though all accounted she had never been mentioned though as it was how many secrets fluttered about their heads latley he would not stagger back in surprise to see new faces.
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Post by Zephyr on Feb 9, 2010 16:41:52 GMT -5
Some might find it a bit unnerving to hear human words uttered from the mouth of a wolf, but Zephyr wasn't startled. The tone of his voice soothed her somehow, the wisdom and properness swirling in between his words easing her mind. He had a strong intellect and a courageous heart, all of this she could gather from absorbing his voice. "And yet as wondrous as it is you enjoy it alone?” The fay calmly turned her head, softly blinking her sad eyes. Solitude is all I have known, all I can remember. It is as natural to me as anything. In my own world I can make the peace I keep, but often my defenses are penetrated and I am hurt. Solitude is my one defense, good company rare in my reality. She wished to say these words, but could not bring herself to. It would only hinder the peaceful evening. Although her lips never uttered those words, the text might as well have been playing in her emotional eyes.
“But I would cease to doubt this as seeing the life of these lands has drained so quickly, it is nice to see someone about the dreary night.” Zephyr smiled softly, but the familiar doubt of fear lingered in her mind. It depends on the nature of the company one finds, for often it is not what they were searching for. Zephyr had issues with trust, her entire life lived in constant trepidation. To her the morning star was an ominous cloud. There was no joy in sunlight for her, no warmth on her ivory skin. There had only been one being she had truly enjoyed the company of, and she had yet to see or hear from him since that night.
“Do forgive my lacking, I am Dorian.” Yet this man seemed different. His voice seemed gentle, but at the same time powerful and commanding. Instead of fearing him, she instantly respected him. With delicate fingers she brushed more wisps of brown hair from her face, and kept her eyes on him. "Zephyr." She uttered her name, the sound of it bringing mixed feelings into her heart. Her name had been whispered into her ear with the utmost tenderness but had also been roared in her direction followed by a large amount of pain. To her it was both an elegant title as well as an insult, all depending on who spoke it. "It is a pleasure Dorian, and I am glad I needn't spend the rest of the evening on my own." She was still oblivious to this creature's more formal title as King.
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Post by Dorian Walsh on Feb 9, 2010 16:43:31 GMT -5
"As am I. Natural as I may be to these woods, even still the occasional greed for company bites at that mildly paranoid half of me.” Paranoid being he’d never been a wolf for lacking a partner. Even the uttermost peaceful lands would have him discomforted alone. His eyes, never once left hers as he both found it rude to trail as well as had found himself a journey in a mystery. Through a innocent smile lingered the poetry of sorrow in which he had thirsted to cure yet knew himself better than to uncover things that weren’t his business. “So, lady Zephyr, do you dwell these cliff shelters or is it you too to be a stray?” Year after year so many that he had come across had been mere wanderers and nothing more finding shelter where they must before trudging on to god knows where. His ears fell back midst a moment of replay silence. “Forgive me if it is my question rude, I only wonder in curiosity to a fellow princes counts.” All in this meaning his population tally of all whom lingered King Dorian’s lands. The lupine cleared his throat and swayed to a comfortable position tail curling about his feet as far as it could.
His eyes, glazed in a battered honey with brewings of thoughts, settled within hers like one might snuggle in a bundle of blankets. The weight of his royal stare was but the comparison to a feathers perch as light and as soft. Still even as his façade was unpenetrable those same sun captured eyes searched her for answers he could not seek with words. She seemed different and it was more than her beauty. Beauty he had seen often times before and to him there was none to be titled ‘more or less’ for be the eye a critic never worth the lending judgement. But besides her striking innocence that added a grace about her features there was something other that he just couldn’t pick off the surface and somehow he’d planned to find it.
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Post by Zephyr on Feb 9, 2010 16:45:11 GMT -5
"So, lady Zephyr, do you dwell these cliff shelters or is it you too to be a stray?” Zephyr attempted a solemn smile, but only the corners of her rosy red lips twitched. Drenched in sorrow, one often found it difficult to smile. "I have no permanent home, only temporary shelters. Tonight is the first time I have ever set foot upon these cliffs, my usual resting places several miles from this place."
Glancing quickly to the shining limbs on her back, the young woman smiled. "Having wings does provide certain conveniences." Travel had never been a problem for her, long distances never being the thing that held her back.
His eyes bore into her own, his stare so confident and over-powering that she had to look away. Raised into a state of submissiveness, Zephyr was easily overpowered. It wasn't so much that she was afraid of this stranger, but rather the fact that she respected him so greatly, even though she had only known him a short amount of minutes. The fay blinked her heavy lashes, momentarily closing her expressive eyes. If this man was good at reading people, Zephyr's eyes would be an open book. She wore her emotions of the surface, and it was what constantly hurt her.
"Tell me sir, why do you travel through the woods at night? Were you seeking company, running from unwanted company, or hoping for solitude?"
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Post by Dorian Walsh on Feb 9, 2010 16:47:49 GMT -5
He couldn’t help but let a warm smile content his features. He voice was innocence. Something he’d longed to hear from more than just thoe hopeful souls in the palace Maybe there was hope for his kingdom, hidden, but possibly still hope.
“I am simply but wandering under the stray of thought, though I had spotted you and felt the need to mingle with King Dorian’s people as long as I was here. Every day I see but lupine figures rather than humans, I often long to see what’s brewing among the two legged. Don’t get me wrong, I am fay by separate appearance but it is nice to escape furless creatures one in awhile.” It was true day after day he’d but seen his people wander about though all on four legs. You get what you rule he supposed.
“Excuse me a moment.” There was this felt need to speak at a eye to eye level, meaning he’d rather spoken to a human as a human. With a light excused bow Lupeh trotted off into the coat of black where silence held the moment coldly until he returned, skin covered hands already tucked away into pockets his body seeping threw the dark until he could see her and be seen by her. Stepping quietly back to her side he, instead, leaned upon a neighbor tree his still golden eyes cast away into scenery before them.
“But none the less I have come to clear and rest a weary mind. You speak of you’re need in shelter, I can recall, so have my forever welcome to my lands if need you a place to rest.” But how to get there was the trick.
“Follow a lupine figure or his song and you shall find yourself there soon.” His eyes never once left the world ahead catching the gentlest of breezes in its working across the distant fields. It was a lovely night indeed.
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Post by Zephyr on Feb 9, 2010 16:53:29 GMT -5
“I am simply but wandering under the stray of thought, though I had spotted you and felt the need to mingle with King Dorian’s people as long as I was here. Every day I see but lupine figures rather than humans, I often long to see what’s brewing among the two legged. Don’t get me wrong, I am human by separate appearance but it is nice to escape furless creatures once in a while.” Zephyr's crimson lips curved into a small smile. She enjoyed talking to this man and the sound of his content voice brought peace to her constantly roaring ears. Sometimes when one is left in solitude for so long, the silence begins to roar. Dorian? The name now rang a bell, strange this wolf bared the same name as the King. His next statement kept her from asking for clarification. He had a daughter? From the tone of his voice Zephyr had guessed him to be older, but not necessarily old enough to be a parent. Shrugging the subject off, the fay simply let her eyes drift across his form, admiring the lupine creature. The oddity of the situation never really struck her, even though this was the first time she had ever spoken to a wolf. She knew him to be part fay, but even so she still found the entire conversation to be quite natural.
“Excuse me a moment.” The young woman nodded, her mahogany curls waving. Deeply inhaling, Zephyr took in the crisp essence of the night, which would soon erupt into morning and once again she would loose her everything, her skin, hair, lips, nose, fingers.....Things other people took for granite. She would have to leave this man before the transformation took place. If he were to witness her change, she would have to explain her situation, and when she told others her secret, it made him angry. He had already been angry enough with her for what happened with Dysin, and Zephyr didn't need another reason to infuriate him. Zephyr slowly stretched, her wings creeping out from behind her back and flapping powerfully once before folding once more. The silver evening had shifted into a musty grey, signaling the dawn. She still had time to talk with this man, and since company was so rare, Zephyr grasped it with delicate fingers.
"But none the less I have come to clear and rest a weary mind. You speak of you’re need in shelter, I can recall, so have my forever welcome to my lands if need you a place to rest.” But how to get there was the trick. His voice had caught her off guard. Zephyr turned to face him, a bit stunned by hearing the same voice she had before but having the voice spoken from fay lips. As she had suspected, this man didn't look old, instead he looked.....wise...not old, but at the same time....aged. To him she must look like a very young woman, if not a child. There was a quite obvious innocence that fluttered around Zephyr, acting as a warning sigh for some and an invitation for others. Through some eyes she was childlike, and through others, she was angelic. “Follow a lupine figure or his song and you shall find yourself there soon.”
"Thank you for the offer, but I daresay I won't be leaving these lands too often." He was a gentleman, polite offering a stray a home, but Zephyr had a cage and until the day when she would find the one to set her free, she was to remain locked behind invisible bars. "I have no set home, but there are boundaries I cannot penetrate."
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Post by Dorian Walsh on Feb 9, 2010 16:54:47 GMT -5
He stole a glance to her when she spoke of boundaries she could not pass. He was curious in one fluid silence yet didn’t speak a word. What was her business it was never his right to know. “Even still do know my kingdom is as good your home whenever it is your will to venture from here.” He thought a moment, about Zephyr. Whatever ‘power’ was holding her back couldn’t have been created by any of the Kings to this world, and yet his questions made a form of guild prod his stomach. So he discontinued to silently wonder and traded his thoughts for more focus to the world about their feet.
“I would be careful around these parts though,” he took a step forward to set himself down and lean his back to the trunk of the tree “Even as peaceful as it seems there’s no guarantee that the shadows are but simple figures from the trees surrounding.” In other words there was more to these lands than what a simple glance could give you. His eyes traveled back to her once more. “If you don’t min my curiosity, where is it then that you were birthed if not these lands.” Though he could read her well; which came with his years upon this earth, he still would seem curious in every word and glance he flickered her way, for would it only to belittle her to know her feelings so apparent. He learned so much for simply having a child to tend on whim, even in such a magical world they had emotions needs and wants some impossible to give others not right to give. He’d learned to read through the toughest of masks and teach threw the hardest of skulls thus giving him the experience with anyone, to see, or sense reactions even if they were hidden beneath the skin as well as push his point threw the most headstrong of bunch. But was it not better him that anyone else who would easily advantage the knowledge of another’s inner feelings.
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