Isolation

[Kiroro {D.evil's A.dvocate}]

Murray padded slowly along the tide, grey orbs turned downward to watch his footfalls. The water lapped at his paws and sand clumped between his toes. It was a warm day of eighty-five degrees and a soft breeze rustled the brute's fur. His thoughts wandered from here to there, but were ultimately aimless, just like his path.

Murray, being a solitary wolf, couldn't remember the last time he had left Anasagi. Any time he left the ocean-side, he felt...well... like a fish out of water. It seemed that other wolves rarely traversed the beach anymore. And the ones that did rarely ever paid him any attention. Even if they had, he doubted the interaction would have lasted. Many wolves found him strange, which he didn't understand at all. He thought they were the weird ones, not him,

Regardless, he felt very much alone. He was one of Akeru's newest roans and since pack meetings were not frequently called, he hadn't had much of a chance to meet anyone. The most contact he'd had with the outside world was when the ocean-monster rose from the depths. There were several wolves from all over Shinkou, all gathered on the beach. He had thrived under the circumstances, but once the crisis was over he fell back into loneliness.

Murray paused for a moment to gaze at his beloved sea and sighed deeply. "Aye, you'll be good enough for me." his thick Irish accent dripping of infatuation. Yes, this was the only home for him.

[ulrica]

<sub>((OOC: If this isn't open then please tell me and I can delete this! Haha >.<))

The thunder of the pounding surf. The feel of white capped waves crashing against the femmes forelegs. The burn of salt in her slender nose. The ruts in the sand on either side of a pawprint trail. Signs of her existence. Signs that she had survived the pawfull of days since she had fallen. Fallen from where? An odd question. In every world, wasn't there only one place one could truly fall from? Surely there was a gap in the sky, a dark blot where her light had once been but no longer was? Surely something had changed? But no. The midnight sky shone as brilliantly as it ever had. No, her absence had gone unnoticed...

It was perhaps this heart shattering realization which had drove Daeneryss farther into the reaches of her own mind. The world of her immagination more enticing than that of reality. Her vision flashed from that of the present to the future and back again before the fae could tell the difference. Making even her question the delicate balance of sanity and madness the fall had left her struggling with. Then again, perhaps it had simply been the fall. She had hit the ground pretty hard...

A tingling sensation had sparked at the base of her skull then, the feeling she got whenever the stars were out in this world. This world? No, it was the same world, just different views... Right? It doesn't matter.. A voice said, Reason perhaps? No, she had to focus. The ocean spray made her fur damp, but it was nothing compared to when the waves crashed upon her chest. She was in awe of the sceen before her, a double plain of stars. One stationed in the heavens, the other in the amorphous waves of the ocean. But it was a breathtaking effect, and one which captivated the young she-wolf with a misguided sense of reality. Here was her home mirrored on earth, if only she could reach it...

"Aye, you'll be good enough for me." Daeneryss gasped sharply as the voice shattered through the magics of her vision. Her petite figure was buffeted by wave after wave and she stumbled laborously for dry land. Finally, her soaking paws were met with dry sand. Who had spoken? It had seemed so real... Had it just been a part of her imagination...? No. It had been too real, to...present for it to have been a simply dream... "Hello?" The winged she-wolf called, trotting toward the sound, wings dragging the ground at her sides. As always, there was the dim glow about the wolfess's snowy figure, just another thing making her different. Making her a foreign creature in an established world. She didn't stand a chance.</sub>[/color]

[Kiroro {D.evil's A.dvocate}]

((OOC: It's an open thread ^.^))
Murray was so lost in his thoughts of the sea that he barely heard the soft female voice as it floated through his ears. After a moment, he snapped back to reality and looked around, searching for the source of the greeting. He squinted and blinked at a glowing figure trotted towards him.

There was no hiding, since his fur was a brilliant red. More or less, Murray looked like a giant red fox. Or a fox on stilts. He'd been called both, and had learned to ignore it. He had nothing against foxes, he was merely proud to call himself a wolf, however odd looking he might be. But the good news was that she had no chance of sneaking up on him, either. Not with that luminescent fur.

As she approached, Murray sat down. He didn't mind the waves constantly lapping at his bottom any more than he minded the taste of salt that filled his mouth every time he licked his chops. He was very much at home here, despite always being hot or wet.

When she was within earshot, Murray called out to her,

"Moit I ask, who go's thar?"

he hoped his accent didn't make him indecipherable, but he wouldn't know until she responded. Many ears had never heard such a strange accent, and found it utterly impossible to understand a single word that came out of his mouth. Others grew skilled at conversing with him, but this usually took much patience and even more thinking.

"Me name's Murray. What is it ye want?"

[ulrica]

<sub>Every day the young star learned more and more about her new form, it's strengths and weaknesses, a pros and cons sort of deal. The more acurate senses were definitely a plus for the femme. So she wasn't surprised when the scents around her began to whisper about the wolf she was headed toward. He was a male. Well that much she could tell from the voice... Maybe I still need a little more practice... She decided, recusing to be discouraged by her less than comprehensive review of who and what she was approaching. A few jaunty steps later, and her querry was revealed.

He looked like an overgrown fox to put it bluntly. Bright scarlet fur, black socks, bushy tail, white throat, the whole shibang. A maned wolf. The voice said simply in the she-wolf's head. Of course this meant nothing to Daeneryss. A wolf was a wolf and that was as exciting as anything she had encountered in the past few days. The male sat down as she drew nearer and the femme wondered why he plopped down in the water, salty ocean waves lapping up at the fur on his rear. He would get soaking wet! Then again, wasn't she too soaked to the bone? It appeared one couldn't stay very dry around this place..

"Moit I ask, who go's thar?" Daeneryss paused at his voice. It was the voice from earlier, she really hadn't just imagined it! Her long tail waged slightly, her moonlit fur making soft rustling noises as the limb brushed across her heels. Oh how good it was to be right! She started forward again, wings still hanging limply to drag in the sand. No one could say this wasn't an odd creature. "Me name's Murray. What is it ye want?" 

The slender fae came to a stop, she was just a few feet away from him now. Daeneryss opened her mouth to speak, to say her name, but for some reason it clung to her tongue and refused to be spoken. So she skipped to the second question instead. "I want really nothing, just a company to share with you." She spoke the words deliberately and in strange syntax as if this was a second language. It was a weird handicap the fall had given her, to think correctly and speak like a foreigner. Daeneryss couldn't explain this herself, the wolfess simply knew this to be a fact. If she knew it, so must everyone else; there was no need for explanations. "Is your home this?" The broken fae asked, motioning toward the ocean. This Murray - as he had introduced himself - seemed quite at home in the water. Perhaps he was a fish! He is a wolf. That's right... 

The glow about Daeneryss's figure spluttered, growing faint with disappointment at her own mental stability. An insane person pleads they are sane and a sane person pleads they are insane. She was stuck in the middle. Aware of her partially shattered mind, but unable to fix it or even comprehend that it couldbe fixed. The young female knew what she said, but knew it in the way she thought it normal. The words were jumbled up in her mouth not her head, so Daeneryss couldn't tell it was wrong. She was a broken creature, in more ways than one and it showed in the blankness of her bright, silvery eyes as she awaited the male's reaction to her 'condition'.</sub>[/color]     

[Kiroro {D.evil's A.dvocate}]

The white fae neared, her tail wagging excitably. He tilted his head, still quite perplexed about how her fur went about glowing, but decided it was none of his business.

As the fae replied, Murray nodded. "Company, eh?" he looked to the left, then to the right. "Well, I believe I'll be the only one foor miles. Few ever traverse the sand these days." he chuckled, the irony too much for him. He'd just been thinking about how no one ever came about anymore. And now, not only was there a wolf in front of him, but a female at that!

"Is your home this?" he paid no mind to the way she spoke. To him, everyone sounded strange. He was the only wolf in all of Shinkou with an Irish accent. To his ears, everyone spoke in an odd context. Some he found wonderful, others repulsive. But the way she spoke didn't phase him at all, and this much was obvious as he listened to her talk.

Murray watched her motion towards the sea, and nodded once again. "Aye. I've never lived anywhur but the sea." he picked up his tail from the wet sand and wagged it happily, salt-water and sand flying left and right with his wags. "I don't mind it so much. In fact, ye might even say I adore 'er."

A faint smile played upon his lips as he spoke of the ocean. It truly was his home, and he couldn't imagine himself living anywhere but here. It was the main reason he had joined Akeru... it was the only pack that bordered his beloved sea.

"Aye, yoo don't reckon you've evar been fishing with those wings?" He nodded towards her wings, still dragging limply in the sand. The fae probably had no idea what he was talking about since (A) she didn't know he had wings yet and (B) few wolves ever hunted like a pelican.

[ulrica]

<sub>So he did live here, and he was part of a pack. She was trespassing?! A slight tendrel of fear coursed through the femme's slight figure at the memories of gorish scenes she had witnessed when one wolf over stepped the boundaries of another's territory. Would they know she didn't belong here? Would they know she was a foreigner? Oh nooo, I'm sure they have plenty of glowing wolves here who just happen to have wings. The voice said caustically. It was right of course, and as odd as it was for the moon-child to have an argument with a voice in her head, she had to admit she was a bit of an odd ball in this new world.

"Aye, yoo don't reckon you've evar been fishing with those wings?" Daeneryss cocked her head, falling back on her rump with a soft hiss of sand shifting beneath the new weight. Fishing. She had heard of it of course, but actually fish herself... Did they even have fish in the sky? Surely none that she had seen! "Nope." The fae finally replied replacing the look of complete thought and seriousness she had taken on shortly after sitting with one of pure innocence. "Sure I haven't! Often do fishing you go?"

To put it bluntly, she might have come off as a bit more than an air head. It wasn't her fault really, then again that bit of her past was a somewhat cloudy so who really knows? Dea eryss ha been a courtly young woman once upon a time, her wit sharp and her tongue potentially sharper. Everything a highborn family could want in a daughter...except she had been the first born as well. No aristocratic family - at least that she was familiar with - wanted a girl as its first born. No, that position of regard was saved for males only. Yet here she was, the oldest of another sister and then a brother. But that was her old life and it most assuredly wasn't returning any time soon.

Daeneryss blinked. He had mentioned wings. Wings...? The she-wolf looked down at her sides. "Oh those wings..." She said aloud, continuing a thought. Just goes to show what a little stumble can do to one's mind. "Heh, all forgot I about those." She giggled madly, lost in thought one moment then absolutely giddy at herself the next. However, that wasn't the strangest thing which happened. 

Her wings would glow intensely, the light comparable to extremely magnified moonlight. Just when it would become unbearable, the snowy feathered limbs would shatter into a sparkling dust - like billions upon billions of tiny little stars - and spread over the sea with a gentle breeze. As if not even noticing, Daeneryss's gaze would return to the fiery red male, a manic grin covering her muzzle as she waited for his reply to her earlier question.</sub>

[Jayie]

A small wolfdog watched the two wolves interacting from a distance. The female seemed confused and somewhat insane, but it was hard for the wolfdog to tell; she hadn't interacted with other wolves for so long, it was hard to tell what passed as normal for them. The male had a pleasant accent, and seemed not to mind the strange ways of the female. Perhaps they would be willing to talk to her?
The small wolfdog made her way towards them, wagging her curled tail cautiously. She had the build and shape of her border collie mother, but the coloration of her wolf father. She had gray and tan fur, along with white legs, belly, undertail, throat, and face. She had one blue eye and one yellow eye, and a tail that curled slightly over her back. She had a nervous light in her eyes, but forced herself to continue walking towards the two wolves.
She finally stopped in front of them. She looked up at them, being the shortest there, and spoke nervously. "Hello there. Um, are you from Akeru?" She spoke in a shy voice that was a little rough from months of silence.

OCC: I hope you don't mind me butting in. I'll delete this if you'd prefer it.