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Post by Monkey Monk on Jan 28, 2006 18:42:12 GMT -6
Softly a brook babbled over the smooth rocks. It's deep waters were cool in the tropical area. The trees swayed in a slight breeze as the bright blue sky overhead shone down unto the grounds. Fish swam lazily in the waters, their fat bellies reflecting the beams of light ever so often. Yet the calm waters began to stir. A whirlpool began to form ever so slowly in the waters until it frothed and roared loudly. Yet as suddenly as it had formed, the anomaly disapeared. Again the waters were disturbed, but with something quite different. A golden creature thrust their head from the water and gasped for air. Quickly the being treaded to the nearby shore and climbed to safety. Once upon the firm ground of shore the creature coughed harshly, spitting out waves of crystal water. Now if one had happened to see this occurance, their look of surprise would come no where near to the one of this being. Shining, golden eyes looked around in a deep state of confusion as a sleak tail of the same coloring would come up to touch the beings face in wondor.
This being was recognizably a wolven, yet an odd one at that. His figure was small and slender. Grace seemed to have been taken into cosideration when this mascu was made. Upon his right foreleg was a mark of pure gold that barely stood out amongst the fur. It depicted a sinister serpeant curled about a dagger. Above said mark was another one. The golden, silk-like fur parted to show a black tattoo of the Eye of Ra. The pelt of this creature, as mentioned before, was a silky gold. Each strand shone the sunlight off brightly. Broad, eagle-like wings came from from his spine. The feathers were of the same gold and looked magnicificant. Those golden eyes seemed to glow softly as he gazed upon his surroundings.
"I'm...I'm alive? But how?"
Slowly the mascu treaded through the forest of bamboo aimlessly. His gaze dashed about at everything in wonder. The strange soul seemed amazed at the every detail of the world. He would pause every so often to look at something and smile broadly.
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Post by Felypsa on Jan 29, 2006 11:37:37 GMT -6
"Of course you're alive! Why should you be anything else?"
A young, slender, grey wolf stood nearby, apparently unnoticed by the just-emerged golden wolf. She seemed quite plain, but for her eyes, which were currently a strange mixture of light orange and bright green. She was smiling, but with her head tilted to one side in confusion. She had been admiring the Forest of Bamboo - one of the marvels of the world above the Surface, she thought - when this creature made his dramatic entrance. She had watched him while he wandered in wonder and spoke those curious words.
"This is a fantastic place," she agreed, as if he had said something. "My name's Ammolite. Who are you, and why ever would you be so amazed to be alive?" It was such an innocent, naïve question.
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Post by Monkey Monk on Jan 29, 2006 12:40:52 GMT -6
The magnificent wolven's attention was torn from one of the tall spires of bamboo. Quickly he spun to face the one who had addressed him in such a friendly manor. The silky gold fur of his neck puffed out in a warning. Yet when his bright eyes took a moment to study the one who he had noticed, the mascu calmed down. His eagle-like wings, which had spread wide in preparation for flight, slowly came down. Slowly the young male flicked away a strand of golden fur from his eye with his tail. Silently his auds perked and listened intently to the inquiries of the femme. At last his voice was found as her vocals drifted off into the air.
"I-I am Hawk, of the Defenders...Why do I not feel Icewolf's presence?"
It would seem that this wolven was lost in his own wonders for the moment. A look of worry crossed his facial features as those brilliant eyes off his gazed off into nothing for some time. After moments of silence, he snapped back to the now and looked back to the creature before him.
"I died...By Tagger's claws..but how, why am I alive? Where is everyone. I can not feel them..Are they dead?"
The rantings of this poor soul were jumbled and confusing to any who had no knowledge of the things to which he mentioned. Slowly his hind end fell to the ground forlornly as he looked around in amazement. Those golden ears of his drooped slightly as his mind spun with many thoughts.
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Post by Felypsa on Jan 29, 2006 19:38:14 GMT -6
Ammolite's brows furrowed and her eyes became even more noticeably orange, though the lime green still retained. She took a delicate step towards the disoriented Hawk, as if to reassure him. "On my part, it's a pleasure to meet you, Hawk," she said, still maintaining all friendliness. "But it appears you're...lost. I'm not so savvy with this place myself, but I can tell you that this is the Bamboo Forest. Of Shinkou Ookami. As for your friends..." Light green and blue joined the orange in her eyes as sympathy crept into her voice. "Their names are unfamiliar to me. But that's no surprise. I don't know very many wolves here. And did you say you died?" Her eyes widened. "By Dalia Below, I'm certain you're very alive to me. And I'm also fairly certain that, once dead, a person cannot regain life. With such logic, I'm sure - near positive, in fact - that you cannot possibly have died. There is surely...I mean to say..." For the first time in a long time, Ammolite was flustered. Her eyes were almost completely orange now, and darker too, except for a smidgeon of pink as well. "What in Korian's name happened to you?" she blurted.[/color]
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Post by Monkey Monk on Jan 29, 2006 19:47:10 GMT -6
The femme's words echoed and swirled within his mind. Could she be right? Had he not died. Mentally he shook himself. Everything was so odd. What bothered him the most was the emptiness that had usually been the reassurance of his good friend's health. After a moment those golden eyes looked to the other.
"I am most certain I died..I remember my friend, or someone who had been a friend. Cutting my neck. The world swirled and all was dark. The next thing I remember is coming out of that stream back there..."
Those magnificent golden eyes looked at the other soul silently. The warm glow within resonating softly. After a few moments his gaze fell down to his right foreleg, upon which the two marks resided. It was then that he did the oddest thing ever. His head inclined to the golden mark protruding from his flesh. Roughly with a sharp yelp, he tore the metal from his muscles. Almost instantly blood gushed down his leg as he spat the golden disk onto the ground.
"That mark stands for only pain and suffering. First it instilled fear in the hearts of innocents, then it stood for rightous killing, and now it means nothing."
Hawk seemed to have either gone mad or entered a streak of revelation. As blood trickled from the deep wound onto his silky golden fur, he seemed unphased. Slowly he looked to the femme and smiled.
"Ammolite is it?"
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Post by Felypsa on Jan 29, 2006 19:56:42 GMT -6
"Lord of Orcus," Ammolite whispered, red-orange eyes wide. She could not believe what Hawk had just told her - and so casually, too! Someone who had once been a friend, attempting to murder him? Regardless that the ploy did not succeed, that someone would ever even think doing such a horrible thing...! It was a considerable blow to Ammolite's innocence. She had never heard of anything of the like, in all her years spent belowground, or in the months above; and yet here he was, cool as you please, telling her about it.
Or maybe he wasn't so calm...Ammolite could not suppress a yelp as Hawk tore out the metallic disc from his leg. Blood spurted, although that wasn't what frightened Ammolite so much. What was so frightening was his words. The words he used to describe the little piece of metal now glinting on the ground were just so...strange. How could anything that small and meaningless have possibly caused all that damage? And how could any killing be righteous?
Burning questions, all. But Ammolite quelled them and smiled shakily at Hawk, attempting to conjure up her former friendliness. But her eyes would not lie; they were still red and orange, fearful and confused, as ever. "Ammolite," she agreed, bewildered by his smile. How could someone say all that, do all that, and still smile contentedly as if nothing had happened? "By glory...don't you need help?" she asked, a little timidly, gazing pointedly at his bleeding leg. "Or at least...clean up?"[/color]
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Post by Monkey Monk on Jan 29, 2006 20:05:35 GMT -6
Hawk looked at her curiously. His few years of life had been harsh and rough. Yet, despite all the hardships, he believed that a good mood was the best. Those glowing eyes of his followed her own curious gaze to his foreleg. Slowly he bent down and lapped the blood from the wound. After all these moments the bleeding had slowed down. Yet the raw muscle and tendons were still open wide to the air. Slowly he looked back up to her, flicking a few strands of golden fur from his eyes. Something was indeed odd about this femme. Ironic it was how both these soul saw the other as perhaps the weirdest thing alive. The desert wolven tilted his head to one side and looked at his companion.
"You're not from these parts are you?"
His voice was no longer somber as it had been before. No longer were his tones melancholy and distraught. He had assumed the usual calmness and compassion that he had held before Tagger had slain him. This mascu had taken note of Ammolite's reactions to his affects. Such notes had been the catalysts to his assumption that her lineage lay else where from these lands not unlike himself. Slowly his tail flicked slowly as his head again bent to the wound to lap at his gingerly. His gaze moved from the ground at his paw to the vile disk that shone brightly on the ground. Blood covered the golden dagger and snake. An appropriate symbolism in his eyes.
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Post by Felypsa on Feb 3, 2006 18:16:19 GMT -6
oOc| So sorry for slowness, schoolwork you know...
Ammolite could not tear her gaze away from his openly wounded leg for several moments. Even when it was clean, the gaping muscles were so…strange to see, out there in the open, and the wolf not even reacting to it. She had thought there would be pain, but he seemed to feel none of it. It was not until he spoke, inquiring her origin, did she shake herself loose. She smiled serenely, and slowly the red faded from her eyes and was replaced by tranquil green.
“You’re right. I come from below the Surface. There are underground caverns beneath the Great Mountains yonder, and that is where I lived up until a few months ago.” She shrugged, but nevertheless maintained her smile. “I find the Surface world very, very strange. Every day I learn something I would never have imagined from below…” Her voice trailed off. Like wolves who come out of the creek, believing they’re dead, and tearing open their own limbs yet feeling no pain, she added silently.[/color]
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Post by Monkey Monk on Feb 3, 2006 18:35:26 GMT -6
Quite to the contrary, this wretched soul felt an enormous amount of pain. The pulsing of his heart sent wave after wave of stinging fire throughout his entire foreleg. Yet his life before coming to these lands had taught him never to show pain. Never to show weakness. For it could prove fatal to do so. Slowly his pointed ears perked up as the femme's words cascaded upon his senses. Wolves living below ground. He found her as strange as she found him.
"I would wager that myself would find your world below the surface equally as odd."
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Post by Felypsa on Feb 3, 2006 18:48:50 GMT -6
“Oh, it is fantastic,” she said eagerly, glad to speak of her homeland; few people had inquired after it, not seeming to care. She didn’t mind, but she did love the Underground, and would never tire of speaking of it. “Everyone thinks there is no light down there, but they’re wrong. The very plants, mosses and fungi, the very rocks and gemstones themselves emanate with light and fill every cavern. Not so bright, like the Sun, which practically blinded me when I first came to the Surface, but like twilight, or dawn. It is so very beautiful down there…” Her eyes suddenly became such a strange mixture of colors that it was nearly impossible to distinguish the variety: blue, green, yellow, violet, were all mingled together. But a moment later, most colors had faded out, and they were a pleasant yellow-green, glowing as Ammolite looked at Hawk. “I’m sorry, I can get carried away,” she mumbled, suddenly remembering where she was and to whom she was speaking.[/color]
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Post by Monkey Monk on Feb 3, 2006 18:58:46 GMT -6
Silently the wolven listened to her words, imagining the land she described within his foggy thoughts. A small smile played across his lips as that soft tail of his flicked ever so slowly. Finally he took note of her color changing eyes. His own golden eyes glowed softly as his head tilted to one side.
"Why is it that your eyes change color so rapidly. Never before have I seen such an odd quality in a being."
Suddenly a rather large wave of pain coursed through his body. It would not have been able to see but for the slight twitch to his lip. Hawk seemed to have suppressed some sort of protest to the amazing pain. Yet as quickly at the event had occurred, the mascu had returned to his normal self.
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Post by Felypsa on Feb 4, 2006 19:48:45 GMT -6
Ammolite laughed lightly. “I knew you would ask that. Everyone always does.” She glanced at her reflection briefly in the brook, and saw her yellow-green eyes. “They’re usually the color they are now. Yellow-green. I’m not sure why, though. My moth—” She coughed slightly, unable to say the word without her throat seizing up a little, then resumed. “My mother always said that they changed with my emotions and moods. I don’t know what each color means, though, and I hardly notice the change. It’s very strange.” As she spoke, some blue entered her eyes and she smiled sadly. “It was because of my eyes that my mother named me, after the precious stone ammolite, which has every color in its layers. See?” She closed her jaws around the fur around her neck, and pulled off an amulet that had been completely hidden in her grey fur. Its jewel—ammolite, of course—sparkled in the sunlight, boasting every color, indeed very similar to Ammolite’s eyes.[/color]
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Post by Monkey Monk on Feb 4, 2006 20:08:12 GMT -6
The mascu nodded his head slowly in understanding. He took note at her near inability to say the word 'mother'. This bothered him slightly. Had something happened to separate her from her parent? Yet this respectful creature refused to pose such a rude question. Despite his resolve not to voice out his inquiry, his eyes and movement obviously hinted that something was on his mind. Quickly to cover such obvious signs, the mascu stretched slowly and spoke.
"Well I'm not even from these lands. I come for a place where instead of pines and soil, there are palms and endless dunes of sand. It's a rather dry and hot area too."
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Post by Felypsa on Feb 4, 2006 20:30:02 GMT -6
Instead she listened, eyes widening in amazement and delight, as he described his own homelands. “I can hardly imagine a place like that!” she cried. “So different from here…” She shook her head in awe. “What a world we live in! Such drastically contrasting regions…” She sighed. “Miraculous.”
Something was bothering her, though. She finally figured out what exactly it was. His leg. It was just so painful-looking, though Hawk didn’t look pained at all. She returned her attention to it, then finally blurted, “Are you sure you’re fine? That wound looks terrible! I seriously think you need a healer to bind it up…unfortunately, I’m not one myself, but I would if I could. Still, I really think—” She stopped herself, for something extremely peculiar was happening.
Her pendant was glowing. It had never done that before! Ammolite’s eyes turned orange and red in confused alarm, but then just as quickly changed to teal and green—hope and understanding. “Hawk…maybe I am a healer! Will you let me try it?” |
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Post by Monkey Monk on Feb 4, 2006 20:48:15 GMT -6
Hawk burst out laughing at her own blurting. Yet his voice got caught up as he saw her amulet glowing, it's rays reflecting off the lenses of his eyes. Slowly his tail flicked slowly as he bowed his head.
"Honestly, it does not hurt. But if you wish, you can try to heal me."
It was obvious that he was trying to deceive her about the pain. Each and ever beat of his heart sent a wave of searing pain throughout his entire leg. Yet he managed to hide the pain as he sat in a relaxed position. Quickly his eyes darted to the sky to watch as a bird flew overhead. Oddly enough, it was a hawk. The creature of the air was indeed out of it's habitat. The wolven's eyes focused on the creature as his brow furrowed. Yet after a moment he looked back down to the ground and looked at Ammolite with curiosity, waiting to see what she would do.
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