x- Memories Lost

[*Pandora]

Mourning Glory

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x-Our Greatest Glory Is Not In
Never Falling, But In Rising Up
Every Time We Do-x

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The softest breeze swept across the dark blue waves, sending sea spray onto the land. Light from the moon reflected in ripples across the oceans surface, painting a shimmering picture in the water. No clouds lingered in the sky, allowing the full glow of Dear Luna to brighten the world in silver. Stars glimmered like tiny diamonds in the navy blanket above, outshined only by their full counterpart. A nightingale chatted endlessly some where in the distance, chirping a song that, no matter how long it was sung, never became annoying to the ears. A feeling of peace had settled on the area with sunfall. The ocean allowed the wind to chase away the humid air, cooling the sweatiest pelt with its cool fingers. Not far off, a forest grew its healthy trees and shrubs, providing shelter for the numerous animals that lived there. Some where, just barely hidden in the darkening wood, a pair of scarlet eyes lingered.

Glory's mind lingered back to earlier that day, when she had still been deep in the cover of the forest. The smell of pine was fainter here, but still held a spot deep in her memory. As she left the slick pine needles she had been treading on, the fur on the back of her neck stiffened. A chill ran up her legs and across her spine as the sand pressed between her toes, sticking beneath her claws almost uncomfortably. Some time had passed, since she had visited the beach that had claimed her fathers life. These lands, now free to any that wandered there, had once been claimed by her own family. As the wind blew by once more, making her pearly fur waver in its wake, Mourn could almost still smell the remnants of her family. There, that was where Shadow had flipped completely over the rocks while chasing a poor hermit crab. And that, that was the exact place her mother taught her how to sneak up on an unexpecting sea gull. This place, so full of memories, made her heart drown in her chest; flailing beneath a bundle of emotion she could never quite describe.

Casting a wary, bright glance about her, Glory completely left the safety of the forest. The bright glow of her eyes were a tell tale sign of her existence here, but with a downcasted glance she was certain she had gone unnoticed thus far. While completely and utterly used to defending herself, Glory found that avoiding trouble was the best path to tread. The act of hidding wasn't an easy one to accomplish, especially with features so exuberant as Mourn's. However, she managed just fine. A bright shine covered her pelt, the moon making her glow. The combination gave her a very ghostly appearance. But her appearance wasn't on her mind now. No, her gaze was drawn to a large rock outcropping. The stone was held fast in the sand at the base, extending like a finger of the ground over the water.

Mourn could only stare. The look wasn't exactly blank, as her gaze held trace amounts of feeling. Her body appeared almost relaxed, but her mind raced. A pounding thumped in her ears as memories turned in her head. How many times had she snuck away from her mother to sit upon that rock? To listen to the tales of wisdom and knowing only her father knew? To any other wolf, Mourn would have looked like a ghost, indeed. The feeling of tears almost stung at the corners of her eyes, but they did not fall. How could she cry now? After so much time had passed? No, they were just memories. And, afterall, things from the past couldn't hurt her now.... Right?

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[MistressofNight]

The waves crashed rapidly against the shore that lined the sea. White foam splattered the air, making areas that were usually dry, wet in the mist. The sea appeared black in the dark of the night, the moon shining high above the edge of the earth as it seemed. The trees were dark but dipped in silver lighting, making it appear dream like, a fantasy, unlike any of this world. The air was not quiet as some would prefer, not with the waves crashing against the rocky cliffs. A beach was inexistent here, no soft sand or shells being washed from the sea. The area was one of danger, a wrong step and any could end in the drink and drown unless swimming was a strength. Though the being that lurked did not dare get near that of the water, danger was still present.

Femme of mixed colors lurked within the shadows that outlined the sea’s edge. Piercing purple orbs scanning the terra before her. A new home, new faces, new fun. A dark smile crossed over her muzzle in thought. Her strange ways could be brought here, her bicurious nature cascading forth. So many new possibilities, how she loved to change the territories she called home. Black like markings lining her eyes making her façade appear more menacing than some would expect. Her wingless body was small but muscle hid itself well beneath her strangely colored pelt. A mixture of golds, browns, blacks and all colors in between. One single black line came from her shoulder blade, running down both of her front legs. Scars were unreadable upon her frame, all scars she held deep inside and those scars she rarely allowed to break free from their hiding spot deep within.

She licked her lips, treading forth from the shadows of the trees that gave her cover. She stayed away from the rocky edge, weaving through the trees when need be. The scent of the salty air was stronger than any else she had ever smelled besides the sweet scent of sex and blood. It covered the smell of the pine that lay above her, a smell she was quite accustomed to. She had never traveled to the seas of the world, though the one that lay in front of her was less than what she had expected. Rocks dotted the edges, hardly any sand visible. Sea lions barked their songs in the distance though invisible beneath the moonlight and darkened sky. The landscape before her was different than any she had ever seen though she enjoyed it. It was different, something unexpected for her to ever see. Sirenia had finally made it to a sea, one of which was vast, wide and dangerous as all others usually were. She stood at the edge of a cliff, the sea air spraying mist upon her rough pelt, the wind blowing at her fur viciously. Her eyes shut, taking in the smell so strange to her though the smell of another near came to her. It was faint but there none the less.

Head turned, she spotted the white fae upon the rocks not far from where she herself stood. She smiled evily, good, a new play mate or at least she hoped it was such. She backed down the cliff side, treading upon the forest’s rim, watching her. The fae appeared ghost like in appearance, her white body shimmering beneath Luna’s rays that beat down upon them both. She side stepped into the trees, purple eyes glowing gently within the silver cast. She hoped her scent would not be picked up and it would allow for the element of surprise but if not, she would still try and have a little fun, after all, she was bisexual. Females gave her just as much pleasure as any male could though she would find out what sort of personality this being held in due time.

[Dioxide]

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I wear my crown of thorns and pull the knife out my chest.
Now I’m stuck with this, and that’ll never change
Always a part of me, until the very last day.

.::..::. He didn’t particularly like sand; it was nothing but tiny particles of dirt and it seemed to love sticking itself between his toes. At the moment it was damp and mushy due to the higher tide, making it more likely to cling to his paw furs. Even as he thought this a large clump of sand wedged between his middle toes and he growled softly; if it could be called a growl that is. It was sweet and melodious, a soothing lyric that was purred. The only way you could truly sense its hidden malice was from the way it had a deep vibrating undercurrent.

.::..::. The male’s languid steps slowed until they came to a full stop. A whispery huff left his maw creating a delicate misting before his face. Through the misting his silver eyes glowed; molten metal set within his mask. His elegantly arched horns of cobalt punctured the area above his head, seeming to buzz with energy, almost as if they were alive atop his crown.

.::..::. With another huff the hellion lowered his head to pick the sand out from between his toes. The nasty dirt particles littered into his mouth and he growled musically once more. After a few worthless moments of this the male rose and started towards the chilly clawing fingers of the water. The first step into the water was bone-chilling, soaking his fur and chilling him to the bone.

.::..::. The cold was so shocking that, without warning, his legs became beacons of sapphire light. Set within his flesh were orbs of what appeared to be glass filled with a brilliant light. A paranormal glow was cast around the brujo, eerily haunting.

.::..::. With each step further into the icy water his paranormal glow brightened until he created his own planet of luminosity around his lower half. With this haunting glow around him he continued walking towards his prior destination, which even he didn’t really know as of yet.

.::..::. As he lurked through the deep abyss his body seemed to brighten even more as planets of luminosity lightened on his pelt. Soon they were floating in his stormy ink canvass of a pelt, nothing seeming to keep them tethered. He assumed he was alone until he caught sight of the little femora on the stones.

.::..::. His steps slowed until he was standing on the shore of the water, its chilling fingers pulling onto his stilts since it already had possession of his paws. He looked like a magical being in the moonlight, dark water clawing at him and an unearthly light of indigo glowing around his bodice. He stood there and watched the femme, knowing he would most likely be noticed due to his self emitted luminosity, and for once, he didn’t care that a stranger would see his weird glow. When you were alone for so long you started to care less and less about the important things.

.::..::. Listen to my voice....
.::..::. Hear my thoughts...
.::..::. Ehh, muse was suffering a bit; hope it's not too bad though ^^'

Blow it to the ground and it’s now you see,
You spent your whole life taking the best of me!

[*Pandora]

Mourning Glory

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x-Our Greatest Glory Is Not In
Never Falling, But In Rising Up
Every Time We Do-x

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Seconds passed unnoticed, seeming to draw on into minutes and then hours. But no, hours had not passed. The moon still held the exact same position as before, and the tide had not lessened its surge. A soft rushing sound slowly overcame her beating heart, if only because the water was slowly getting closer to her paws. Down casting her eyes with the softest twitch of her tail, Mourn watched absent mindedly as she spread her toes across the harsh rock beneath her feet. The movement was so simple, yet, seemed to take her entire attention. How easily was she distracted from what really lay before her? Too much, it seemed, for the glowing wolf in the sea failed to receive her gaze until the light created a soft halo in her periphery. Raising a carefully chisled head, Glory thought she was seeing a ghost. Experience was the only thing that kept her from thinking so. Wolves here were far, far from what they should be.

And then, the softest, slightest hint of scent carried over the wind. Glory's fur wavered in the breeze. No, that was far too feminine to be this ghostly being before her. With his dark pelt, bright sapphire light, and curledd horns -- this scent did not belong to him. Silence made Glory's fur stand, pricking vertically across her back. An ambush? Were these wolves here to fight her? Agression was not lacking in the lands of her homeland, she knew, as the very emotion was the end of her fathers life. Coincidence? Possibly, but one should always assume the worst. Glory was a full foot smaller than this brute, no doubt lighter, and almost positively not as strong. However, the fae wasn't unused to altercations, nor did she shy away from them. Another was hidden, as well. Though undoubtfully female, Glory was not blessed at birth with comparable abilites that either of them could have.

Lifting her lips, Mourn revealed pearly white teeth, hinted with silver. Vibrations stemming from her chest came forth as a quiet growl. Leaving her tail at her flanks and ears set forward, her sound was merely a warning. Neither to chase away or instigate a fight, just there. The sound wavered in the air, nothing compared to the rushing ocean, the brute near blinding light, or the horns that seemed to vibrate on their own atop his head -- but just barely audible. It was enough, in a wolfs' world. Had she not been so uncomfortable, Mourn might have been intrigued by his horns, or curious about the glowing surrounding his body. Instead, her crimson eyes flashed defensively and her head raised ever-so. What would come of this meeting? A meeting that could be chance or even, fatal? The shark tooth adorning her neck beat familiarly against her chest as a stray, harsh gust of wind whipped by.

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[MistressofNight]

Hidden in shadow did she sit and watch the happenings of the area around her. The waves crashed at the shore line, making the white sea foam stick to the rocks and beach that lined the water. It was too dangerous for her to be out there. One of her only fears was the water but she would have to overcome it eventually. It was true she had never seen the sea before up close, only from afar. She could admire it’s beauty from a distance but up close was just a bit much for her. A slight growl came from her throat, the male showing up then. He was much like the fae, glowing in the light as it seemed. She held no such luminosity as they did. Her colors didn’t allow for such beauty to grace her. She snorted, moving from the shadows to get a better look of the two other wolves. While she figured she would only have the pleasure of talking to a female, the male would suffice as well. A sly grin came to her maw, perhaps she could have both as her play things this eve.

She tread forth, slowly, carefully to the rocky ledge that led to the sand. She had never felt the sand beneath her pads before; it would be a new feeling for her. As she tread closer, then was she only able to realize the male’s deformities so to speak. His horns were interesting, something she hadn’t seen before. His dark pelt to made him even the more interesting because of how it shimmered and appeared just as ghost like as the fae’s white. The sound of the water limited any other sound around her which is why the male had perhaps slipped by unnoticed, even to her. She could often hear sounds from afar that others could not until they were closer. She had a strange gift but it only worked when it was extremely quiet and right now, it was far from quiet. She stayed upon a flat rock that jutted from the sandy wall; it was flat, and perfect for allowing her gaze to protrude further over the beach and water. She knew the fae had seen her, though it was unknown whether the male had knowing of her or not.

She wondered why the other had not spoken of their arrival. Would they appear as if an ambush were to happen? Perhaps, it was a definite possibility. Auds pricked at the slight sound of the female’s growl. She could only laugh as she made her way slightly further down the rocky side. She was uncertain if the brute had heard her warning but for Sirenia, warning or not, she didn’t care. She stopped once more at a rocky edge that was only feet closer to the two than she had been moments before, her head held high, though tail remained low. She held no important status but figured that a female with high self confidence meant something in the eyes of others.

“Your growl is not much of a threat.” She said, her voice slightly louder than she had expected. A raised voice was almost needed to allow someone else to hear it over the crashing of the waves. She still wasn’t close enough to even pose any sort of threat but was able to admire the beauty of the fae. If only she could touch her or even touch the brute in the ways she wanted to touch them. Her mouth salivated slightly at the thought of what she could do to both of them. She would hold herself back for now, wait and see what the encounter brought with it and go from there.

[Dioxide]

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I wear my crown of thorns and pull the knife out my chest.
Now I’m stuck with this, and that’ll never change
Always a part of me, until the very last day.

.::..::. Atrocity did know what to do at first. He didn’t think the ivory femme had yet to realize he was there and he himself had yet to notice the other fem with the hypnotic purple eyes. So he presently stood in his place, freezing water hugging his stilts tightly as it tried to reach farther up his legs. He never spoke as he stood there, just watched the pretty ivory fem with slited silver eyes. He considered at least splashing to alert her to his presence but he was content to wait for her to see him on her own, the icy water felt good against his legs anyways so he didn’t really mind his position here.

.::..::. A small movement caught his attention and he languidly turned his head to investigate. It was another wolf, a female by the smell of it. There was nothing pelt wise that made her stand out more than any other wolf but Atrocity felt a strange draw towards her, nothing friendly, more of a curiosity that was stronger than usual. It tugged at him and he took a hesitant step forward, forcing himself to freeze before he could take another.

.::..::. While he had been distracted the ivory fem must have noticed him for a growl permeated the air suddenly, drawing Atrocity’s attention back to her immediately. Atrocity didn’t even consider his actions; he just allowed what was habit to happen. His own lips lifted to reveal teal fangs and an aggressive cry ripped from his throat, still it wasn’t that ruthless seeing how it was purred and sounded exceptionally melodic. It didn’t matter; Atrocity knew his callous features would easily make up for his whimsical snarl.

.::..::. At the thought he paused, snarl stuttering to a stop. He didn’t want to appear malicious did he? Usually he would but this was the first company he had seen in a long while and he didn’t want to scare them away or make them wrathful towards him, so he released his vicious look and allowed a look of shame to enter his gaze. His body posture clearly spoke, ‘sorry, just habit’ and the timid grin on the edges of his lips helped warm the act.

.::..::. This was one of Atrocity’s nicer days, a day when he wasn’t a complete pain lusting beast; he just hoped it stayed that way, though a little bloodshed wouldn’t hurt would it? He cracked a toothy smirk at the thought, a hidden malice interlaced in the grin. It was then that the other female choose to spoke and, once more, Atrocity was caught off guard; having forgotten the other femora.

.::..::. He liked her already with her blunt words. Gradually, and with a good deal of concentration, Atrocity managed to dim his florescent spheres, muting them to a dull glow. Once that was completed he slowly approached the femmes, head held high and tail lazily swinging behind him. He stopped a comfortable distance away, though it was probably too close for either of the gals comfort. “No, it isn’t” he agreed voice a soft lullaby, “but it’s better than mine” he finished, a small smile pulling at his lips; maybe if he acted humorous the ivory femme would ignore his earlier aggressive reaction.

.::..::. Listen to my voice....
.::..::. Hear my thoughts...
.::..::. Still lacking muse but the next post should be up to standard.

Blow it to the ground and it’s now you see,
You spent your whole life taking the best of me!