Wandering

[rellik]

Muscles rippled beneath the coat of ebon and maroon, shoulder blades moving up and down rythmically as the fox-like creature ran swiftly across the rolling hills of the meadow-like place. His eyes glew dimly in the light of the waning gibbous moon, and the chain on his collar rattled annoyingly. He didn't know where he was going exactly, but he was going to get away from Kohai. He had stayed there far too long and he needed to expand his horizons. So he was. He was told by a passing wolf he had come upon Hageshii. Twas a place with many rumours circulating around it, none of which he really believed in. He just wanted to find a suitable place to rest for the night to figure out his next move.

He soon began to slow down and ended in a hasty walk. He held his head low to search the horizon for someone else, but found no silhouette against the darkened sky. He lifted his head in relief and slew down to a slow walk as a large tree poked its head from above a hill. The moon seemed to rest in the branches of the tree, as if it were set down by someone so they could save it for later. He moved forward in curiosity, for it had been one of the only trees he'd seen so far. Maybe he had found his resting place for the night.

He stood feet from the tree now, and marveled it's beauty. It's leaves were the greenest he'd ever seen, and it just seem to have been sculpted by someone rather than grown naturally. Serj lay down in the thick, soft grass with a sigh, happy to get off of his feet for a little bit after running since around dawn. He lay his head upon his paws and looked at the starry sky, not minding the slight breeze. But what will I do now?

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/~~/:: RoLaNd ::\~~\

In the dim light of the night, a phantome came across this place, yes enjoying the view, the stars above his head glittering in a rich blanket of velvate, pinpricked with tiny glimmering stars. In truth he seemed to levitate moreso then walk across the verdent grassesm his long, graceful legs engulfed in a moving mist, a haze of bluish stuff that moved with him. It was cold and opressive, complete opposite to the demeanor of the Shuck, a masculine, phantom hound. Roland was a large beast, a massive black german shepard, rolling across such a sacred dale. But this was a tainted sacred, a dark poison that spread its malice, Roland could feel this. He did not much care.

Not that the Apocalyptic Cowboy - as many had called him fondly or otherwise. He didn't care for much anyways, not since decidedly becoming the estranged vegabond he had shaped to be now. As the ghastly thing came floating over the glen, seeming no-more then a haze in the blanket of night, red orbs pierced the very darkness of twilight. They were the only thing that really gave him away. To the untrained eye, the Dark Shuck would have seemed no more a strange splotch in the night's grasp. Those orbs, floating detatched from a body that seemed not to be there, were nothing more then light filtering through empty sockets. It was as if every orafice of his body oozed this red light. Even when Roland opened his mouth, the red light found its way from deep within.

Breathing deep the nighttime air, the Dark Shuch turned a large, angular head and suddenly spotted something moving softly in contrast to the bend and sway of the green grasses. It was most deffinatly not a stone. So Roland became quiet and just watched for moments. The light that seeped from his empty sockets grew eerily brighter, and he chose to let his body fall into something more substancial, more solid. Only then were the wild array of his piercings visible, along the bridge of a thick, and slightly tapered muzzle, in his lips, his ears and even upon the nape of his regal black neck and his ankles.

Interest was there, but the cocky young thing was choosing to keep his caution close, as he would a good friend. He walked forward a few more steps, then paused, apprehensive, like a deer. Tall, pointed ears turned back and forward, and the piercings jangled rather obnoxiously.
"Scuse me....But are you a stone?"
Okay, rather sarcastic, but one could not be too careful in these parts. Still a smirk played across that pierced face. Anything was potentially something living, a demon or a ghost. The mane of black fur down his shoulders rippled almost silver in the moonlight as he waited.

[rellik]

Serj looked up without worry, not even phased in the least. He poked himself with a paw and licked his fur, as if unsure he was there. Then he stood up and glanced around to his rump, looking at his long, and extremely fluffy tail. He glanced at his legs and inspected them intensly, a slight smirk on his maw when he looked up. He opened his maw, the words that flowed from it raspy, but soothing at the same time.
"No, I don't think I'm a stone. I'm not of a greyish hue and I have legs and a tail. It would be news to me if someone told me I was a stone."
His smile seemed ethereal in the light of the moon, and his eyes grew brighter as a dark cloud passed over the light of the moon. He enjoyed the look of the other before him, for it looked like him when he was younger, with maroon markings, no piercings, and various other differences in appearance.

"And what might be your name?
He asked in the same tone, his smile never fading for a second.I am Serj.
He added quickly. He sat down with a slight sigh, and store at the young Shuck, or so he was assuming. He look,ed to the sky for a second at the twinkling stars, reminding him of his brother.

OOC: Sorry it's so short. No muse.

[Felypsa]

oOc| hope y'all don't mind if I jump in ^^




Stark whiteness stood out among the shadowy darkness of the night, light of the stars and moon clinging to this brilliant creature as she moved along the grassy land. Every step she took was ponderous, as though she were aware that she was influencing the world each time her paw hit the earth. Her nose was alert, her ears perked, her eyes greyly silent as always. This beast was devoid of all color. It was fitting, actually.

She was no mortal wolf, though she appeared as one, albino and blind. Her heavy coat of fur was a spotless white, without a single speck of dirt marring it, as if she had been carved from freshly fallen snow. Her eyes were grey and misshapen, ugly to look at, but it was better that she was blind, for she saw far more than anyone would ever guess. She did not smile or smirk; she was neither friendly nor mocking. Looking at her, one might guess that she was the perfect picture of impassivity, of one wholly untouched by emotion.

She had had many aliases, and no one knew her true name, but she usually went by Amnesia. There were reasons for calling her that, though she preferred others to find out rather than simply be informed. This White Demon, as she was sometimes called, had
“seen” quite a bit in her ageless lifetime, but recently she had stuck around the Shinkou Ookami area, for many interesting events had happened there. For instance, those that brought about the formation of this unnatural tree. Amnesia could not see it, of course, but she could sense its strangeness. She would not touch it, however.

She had come back to the Shinkou mainlands for this, temporarily leaving the leagues-away island which she had made her semipermanent home with a few other companions. Also, an idea was brewing in the back of her mind, and she had returned for research and surveillance, if nothing else. But this tree, it was…curious. A long-standing reminder of what happened when evil directly clashed with good.

Voices not far away caught Amnesia’s attention. Even from where she was, she could tell cockiness when she heard it. The worst kind of emotion for anyone to be afflicted with was conceit. Amnesia headed in the direction of the voices, using them to find her way. She was very good at maneuvering, far better than anyone might expect for someone blind. Years of practice.

Amnesia came upon the other two just as an older, more experienced (and thus, Amnesia decided, wiser) wolf introduced himself to the younger, more sarcastic one. The scent of a Dark Shuck. Amnesia had not come across one of those for a long time yet—so long ago, she might not have ever encountered one at all. Yet she did not forget anything. Contrary to what her name might suggest, Amnesia had the most impeccable, untouchable memory.

“Greetings, Serj and Wry Shuck,” Amnesia interjected, showing neither respect nor disrespect. “So few ever stray near this outlandish wonder.” She meant Hageshii Shizukesa. “Why are you two exceptions?” Her way of asking what brought them here.

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Roland watched and studies, the great dark form molding itself from the screen of grass, checking itself over disbelievingly. The creature, a hell-hound as far as the Shuck could tell was decidedly much older then himself, looking vastly wise, an yet with its own gleam of youth still visible in one dark and dangerous eye. Hell-hounds could be an unpredictable breed, yet Roland grew an emediat liking for this fellow, he reacted well to the teasing, as Roland had ment the least disrespect in asking a foolish an unnessecary question as thus. The pits of light furrowed into his face, each a sharp and diligint eye, scanned quickly over this impressive being for a moment before seeming to come to some kind of conclussion.

He asked him of his name, quickly adding his own afterwards, and Roland smiled at this for no apparent reasoning. Giving a slight nod he opened his maw.
"I go by - "
But his intro had been cut off. His words tore away from him and he peaked to the side in wonder. To a creature as dark as a Shuck, such blinding light could be painful, harmful maybe. And yet, Roland was struck in awe by this wonderous demon being that had happened to grace the dim land of a Demon tree.
'I did not smell or hear her.'
he marvelled. How fantastic. Surprise was not easy to find in those pupil-less pits. So he kept such emotion secret as of then. Turning his large ears instinctivly to the voice of the blind one, Roland listened carefully. She held a kind of ambience to her voice that suggested a neutral train of mind.

"I am Roland,"
he stated, almost correcting her, but changing the tone immediatly upon realizing this. He hated that he could sometimes get in trouble this way, not knowing that sometimes he came off disrespectful or cocky. He tried, oh yes he did, yet it was a fruitless effort at times. Shaking his head in apology to this he continued to her second question. It struck him really. Why HAD he come here in the first place? Surely not to view the scenary. A chill went down the phantom's spine, and the fur along his back stood momentarily. Roland thought, mulled through his mind for an answer and came up with little.

"I suppose I was beckoned. One rarely finds a place of such conflicting power. I sense the good and evil that have forever stained this place, perhaps it was destiny that lead my travel-weary paws."
Roland had never been all that comlex. Eat, sleep, travel, repeat. Sometimes though, that rare egg would open and you would find something ticking in that rusted clockwork. With his red orbs, Roland viewed the white being, alert and ready, and the casual male Hellhound. He found their company quite likable despite the circumstances.

[rellik]

Serj grew still as he noticed the pure white female heading toward them, it was strange he did not feel her presence before she had come upon them, but he merely shrugged it off as not paying attention. His rabbit-like ears limped over his head, as if lifeless for the moment, as he was still somewhat tired, but thought it rude to fall asleep with company. He curled his tail around his body and looked to and from the two that stood before him, then he looked up in to the branches of the tree. It did seem slightly strange this tree, the way it seemed to have a strange air about it, but it really didn't phase him all that much. He dropped his gaze, and searched the scenery for any other surprise guests, but found none at the moment. He didn't exactly like large groups you could say, and three was large enough for him. He sighed slightly as the white one spoke, her words without emotion. Well she had heard him introduce himself to the "Wry Shuck" as she had called him, for she called him by his name.

He looked to the stars, and listened to her words intently. Why was he here? To rest. Right? Right. He reassured him self.
"I suppose I simply came here to rest after running since dawn."
He said calmly, with the same raspy, but soothing voice as before. He wasn't exactly sure why he picked this spot, but he did, and that's all that matters. No question about it. He was simply trying to find somewhere where he might belong and perhaps settle down, find someone, make a life he might of never had if he hadn't escaped, but then he was never quite sure of what might happen. It was all up to fate really.

He returned to the two, barely catching the young Shucks name. Roland. He echoed in his head. Where he came from Roland meant something along the lines of a young trouble-maker, a seemingly perfect name for the young Shuck, but a little strange to him as well. He merely shook it off as a coincidence and turned to the seemingly young albino wolfess.
"So miss, what might be your calling?"
He asked with slight hesitation. Some didn't like to be called miss, or m'lady, he had found that out in Kohai, but he'd take his chances since she seemed the type that didn't mind all that much.

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Amnesia barely moved, and if her tail had not flicked to the side casually, she might as well have been made of alabastar stone, so perfectly still and white and cold and distant was she. Their answers were varied and interesting, but Amnesia sensed that even Serj had felt more drawn to this place than he might realize. As the Shuck—Roland—had pointed out, there was something alluring about the tree that held such a fierce conflict in its peaceful arms.

“A neat, insightful observation,” she said to the young Roland. “But beware the call of destiny. There are those who mistake it for an untouchable power, and yield to its influence. It weakens the will of those who might otherwise forge their own path.” She paused while Serj asked for her name, as if debating what to tell him.

At length, she answered him, addressing both males. “You may know me as Amnesia. Now that you know, there is no need for any ‘miss,’ though I appreciate your manners.” She rather preferred the polite ones like Serj to those who just demanded things they did not necessarily have a right to know.

Amnesia then turned and faced the great tree, though she could not see it. “Take this tree’s message to heart. In it, you see the story of the ultimate sacrifice of good to stop evil. The fall of the noble and the greedy combined.” She frowned slightly. “A dramatic show of emotions, which take over body and mind and heart and reason…” She sighed. Then, “Forgive the ramblings of one who has observed—despite the obvious handicap, if you will—this story many, many times. Yet no one has ever learned from it. Those who do not learn from the past are indeed condemned to repeat it.”

She turned back to Serj, though again she could not possibly see him. “Rest sounds quite reasonable for one who has been running since dawn. Why is that? A weakness to curiosity,” she said, explaining why she was asking. Amnesia did not believe in hiding weaknesses. She believed in conquering them.

oOc| um yeah sorry, Amnesia's a little on the strange side >.>;

[blitzkreig]

Orbs of light fell upon the one who called herself Amnesia, and Rolan could somehow see that that may not be her true name. He would not press that matter though, what he got was good enough. No-one ever got anywhere pushing things too far. His large ears twisted and he settled back on his haunches. Piercings gave a wry jingle with every movement. He rather liked the sound, enjoyed the piercings as well. They marked him, and made him who he was. Sitting and listening now, he let the two elder creatures speak. Though he had never been one very big on respect, he still knew he had a place. They were not demanding, not impowering, Roland just knew that their experiance vastly overwhelmed his, and he could live with that.

Softly to himself, the Dark Shuck hummed a song as he looked up at the tree once more, noting every gnarled branch. Yes he had heard the story before, the story of good and evil, and the great battle that had gone down in this very spot. A chill spread itself across the clearing and Roland let it pass through him, not a hair stirred on his phantome bodice. Forepaws set to balance his hefty young body, Roland waited until they had stopped before adding anything himself. His smile was a strange one, a smirk that he could never hide.
"That they are,"
Roland nodded and his eyes fell on Amnesia once more.

"A pleasure to meet you, may I add, Amnesia."
His crown was bowed in a momentary show of respect. She was a strange one indeed, but Roland like that. Werent we all a little bit 'strange'? Thats what made everyone so unique wasnt it?
"May I ask as well, if it is nothing too intruding...What brought you here? We have our reasons, so you must have one."
His smile was kind, pupil-less eyes looking through the blind femme, her bodice cut of pure marbel. Nearby the hellhound stirred and Roland was absently singing a song in his head.

[rellik]

A smirk was all that he held on his face at the moment, a somewhat bored smirk though. He flicked his tail off to the side and brought it back to curl around his legs. The wolfess almost look like one of the statues humans made. She stood almost completely still despite the casual swiping of her tail across the ground. She didn't blink or twitch otherwise. This intrigued Serj somewhat, but he didn't say anything. His pupiless red orbs went from one wolf-like character to the other and then to the ground. He felt somewhat comfortable with these two, which was extremely strange for him. He hadn't ever felt comfortable till he was alone. He merely shook it off and looked at the two again, a somewhat devilish smile upon his maw.

No indeed there was nothing to be truly happy about, but who knows, with all the crap they injected in to him while he was still a pup he could just barely pass as sane, no way in the coldest parts of hell could he pass for normal, he had learned that long ago when most ran away from him in fear, but since then he learned there was others similar to him in this land. His bunny-like ears swiveled as the alabaster colored femme spoke, talking about what Roland said, and commented upon the legend of the tree, something about yielding to it's power or somethin' like that. He wouldn't yield to anyone's power....well there was an exception, but that was implanted in him since before he was even born....

His ears swiveled once more in her direction as she spoke her name. Amnesia....what an intrsting name. he said to himself. It didn't sound like a name a dam would give to their pup, but neither did his name, but then his mother didn't name him. He would not ask any questions about it since it seemed rude to ask when he had just met her. He caught the young Shucks song, and he flicked his ear as if it were a mosquito attacking his head. He directed his attention to Amnesia again as she spoke of the legend surrounding the tree. It was an intresting one, but he wasn't around when all of it happened. He couldn't remember if he wasn't born yet, or in the mountains laboratorys. Either way he wan't present for the trouble in the Shinkou lands.

He nodded his head once, merely to show he was listening and looked in to her unstaring eyes. Yes of course he already knew she was blind he could sense it as soon as she had come, but didn't think much of it. She had obviously been around for some time since she knew so much. He smiled to himself, and spoke with a slight laugh.
"But then if you don't keep stories and such alive everyone will forget it and history will repeat. There are some that listena nd some that don't, those that listen help to try and stop the inevitable, but either way the cycle will never stop repeating itself and it will happen again, maybe not now, or next week, but in years to come, but then we all try to stop the inevitable dont we, whether we suceed or not."
Though to some his words may sound like weird mumbo jumbo, it made perfect sense to him and his philosphical ways. He smiled once more and rested his eyes upon the two, his slightly creepy smirk upon his face once more.

He listened as her voice rang out once more, asking why he had been running since dawn. He looked to the ground and swished his tail to the side, thinking. He looked to the black marks that were burned on to his legs, and looked up.
"Honestly, I'm not sure why. It is many reasons I suppose. To get away, find somewhere I might belong, find a home, maybe start a life with someone. That is if any femme would ever have me since I'm not exactly the one most desire."
He explained throughly. Wait, why did he just blurt all that out? He sighed. He needed some sleep. If he stayed up too long it was like he was drunk, he'd tell anything and everything about himself. He sighed as Roland spoke out to Amnesia asking why she had come, he perked up slightly intrested in what her anwser might be.

OoC: Best post ever!

[Felypsa]

Whatever Amnesia thought of these two particular companions she kept hidden behind her completely expressionless face. The fact that she had not started denouncing all life nor called them all forms of the word imbecile nor left suddenly and silently indicated that she did not mind their company, and might even have suggested she thought it worthwhile to stay and get to know them a little. While this might seem conceited (something Amnesia hated), she only stayed and spoke with those whom she found interesting, and she could not stand weakness.

She turned her ears and her attention towards Serj as he began to speak, rattling off his own philosophy regarded the repitition of history. “Indeed, it is as you say, the fools who do not listen and learn always outnumber those who do…a pitiable fact, but one nonetheless. If that could be changed—if everyone had the wisdom enough to listen, instead of thinking that they have thought of things no one else ever has before—the world would be a much happier place. Unfortunately, I do not believe in happiness.” Amnesia might have gone into more detail about that declaration, but she was distracted by Serj’s response to her question.

It was certainly more in depth than Amnesia might have asked for. In it, Amnesia sensed that the past Serj wished to get away from was not pleasant at all. His ambition—very much like so many others’—bespoke of a desire to replace discontent with contentedness. It was, however, undermined by a lack of confidence to realize this goal. “A word of advice,” Amnesia said to him. “Never say too much, and never allow weakness to overpower your reason. If you have a goal, stick to it, and never second-guess yourself.” A tiny smile could be seen on the albino wolf’s maw, but not for long. “I am sure you know all that anyhow. Nevertheless, be careful of slips of the tongue.”

Amnesia then turned her ears to Roland, who had asked for her reason for being there. She stood stock-still for a moment, thinking about how she could answer the question as bluntly as possible. “Experience,” she said finally. “I know the story behind this tree, and I was here when it happened, though as a neutral party, of course. But I had left this place before the result played out. I wanted to be here to satisfy my curiosity. This place is as much as and more than I expected.” Her tail twitched at Roland. “Does that satisfy you?” There was the barest hint of a smile in her tone.

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The slightest hints of amusement played on the edges of the brute Shuck's tone, a simple chuckle buzzing hartily through his throat, making his chest rattle. It sifted past the song he'd been humming. In all actuality, Roland could not even remember the name of the song, all he knew was that it was human, some tune he had heard in amongst the human's dwellings. Once upon a time ago, Roland used to be part of those towns, running in the shadows, respected and feared, for he had been a miscreant. He had grown since, become older and more versed, but the young fellow still remembered his childhood, amuck in the streets. That was how he had aquired his many piercings, gotten high late into the nights, laughed with his friends and and gangmates.

Those times are over young buck, remember them fondly. Remember the femmes, and the late-night raids on the town. Scaring the living shit out of the townsfolk whom had revered his little pack of wild dogs and shadowed demons as threats to society. They had spoken of them in fear - told their children not to venture out too late at night. In his reminiscing, Roland suddenly remembered the old song, remembered how he had loved it. 'Hey Jude' that was it. A smile was on his face, and he flashed it to Amnesia, whom had finally showed something that resembled an emotion on her alabaster mugg. This pleased him, oddly enough.

"Yes I am quite saticfied, thankyou,"
Roland said with some resolved agreement. He nodded his muzzle sagely, flicked his tall, broad ears at Serj and let his breath roll from him in calm puff in the cooled midnight air. Still he hummed, the song infectious in his brain, like a malignant tumor, spreading itself through his mind and taking over, near cancerous. A strange analogy for a song, I know. But as nasty of one it was, it still matched the power of music quite well. For it spread through one's head like a disease, spreading over spans of time and space. Thats what Roland loved about music. A strange question came to mind.

"Tell me.....Do you like music?"
Indeed strange, and 'Hey Jude' faded from his lips, dispelled lovingly into the night-time air. Subconciously, the Shuck clicked his claws on the ground, and with each tap the ground froze a tiny bit where his talons had met the earth. The question had been directed at them both, and without a waver in his gaze. It seemed as though he was staring at them both, almost seeming sightless in his own respects. Roland had his funny little quirks. A new song was on his lips.

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[ooc] - Moving Roland out o this dead thread.