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Post by Vindicta on May 27, 2012 17:45:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/4745/svinamid.png] The feminine lupus slithered through the rubble of the spoiled metropolis. Svina’s glossy coat was a far cry from the image of destruction that surrounded her. The panorama spelled out the immense devastation that had occurred here so long ago. The omnipresent smell of decay and slow rebirth was a subtle reminder that things have moved forward without pause. It was almost as if time had forgotten to mourn the loss of a race and its creations. Monuments that were once erected as a symbol of immortality and power were nothing but the dust beneath the feet of wild things.
The ivory dame peered out at the world through emerald eyes that shown brightly with optimism. Her ignorance of the razed buildings and their meanings was nature’s way of reminding the world that things could move on. Life still kept flowing. The svelte girl trotted around scattered ruins and the remainders of what once were barriers. Before her a hare scampered and darted in erratic patterns. Together, the hare and wolf created the picture of nature’s intentions. Hunt or be hunted. Kill or be killed. Eat or be eaten. They were simple laws that required simple reactions. Hunt. Kill. Eat.
In thinking, the concept of catching prey was easy. Stalk until encroaching upon an animal that was edible then chase it. However, the complexity of it began when the prey bolted for dear life. Chasing it was easy enough, but remaining agile and aware of the subtle changes in direction was key. Smaller creatures, like the hare, were capable of pinpoint turns that required minimal effort on their part, but it took focus on the part of the hunter. Predators had to be ready for anything. Prey was not so willing to die even when all hope was lost.
When the fleeing rabbit and its pursuer entered a section of the razed city where the view was clear, the she-wolf charged forward with her powerful haunches. The prey was now frenzied, with good reason, and bounded and leapt in every direction possible. They hurled themselves into the cycle of life. The predator chased and the prey fled. Within moments it was all over. The rabbit hung limply from the wolf’s mouth. Its death had been fast and relatively painless. A quick snap of the neck and all faded to black. But for the wolf, it was just another meal.
Svina gracefully curled her tail around her legs as she carefully picked apart as the carcass. She was ladylike and would clean her lips after every few bites. Her jade eyes were fixed on the body beneath her. Blood seeped from the mutilated corpse. But as a predator it didn’t bother her. A yawn slipped out, flashing teeth coated in a thin layer of sanguine fluid. When her meal was finished, she stashed the remains under a pile of rocks and then kicked dirt over it. She set about cleaning herself of blood and dirt. When she was finished, she shone.
The lean female lay flat on her stomach. She gave an unenthusiastic flick of the tail and then proceeded to doze lightly. Svina’s ears would twitch slightly when irritated or the rustling of the breeze disturbed something nearby. Eyelids blocked out her view of the world as her mind wandered off to some distant place. Imagination filled in the gaps of reality, as she lay only half-aware of the world around her. The afternoon sun was warm and summer air filled the atmosphere. Half-truths and fairytales filled her thoughts as the real world faded and sleep drowned her in darkness.
Word count - 600 "Speak"
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Post by QUINN on May 27, 2012 20:36:46 GMT -5
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the boy was aimless. his steps changed constantly in their direction, miring him in boredom and trouble at equal length. he was led by the simplest of things, the most minor of shifts in the traffic carried upon the wind. yet for the past few days, his strides had been relatively steady. for this stretch of time, the air was unchangingly thick with the salt of a coast.
cancer had never been to the sea. it was only within these last few months that he encountered major bodies of water. his home had been in the north, harshly pinned by diamond ice and colorless slate. departing south, the world had slowly unfurled, revealing to him vibrancy and complexity that could not exist in his frozen origins. to say it had been a positive experience depended on who you asked.
the depression had faded, the boy unable to cling to emotion so thoroughly as to continue punishing himself, yet he couldn't see the beauty in this new existence. optimism was left to licht, the separate psyche that served as conscience and annoyance despite how desperately cancer attempted to block him out. for now, the boy was merely half-heartedly searching for something to knock him out of this stupor and tell him what to make of sacrifice-delivered life.
it was this second source of awareness that noticed the peculiar shapes peeking out from under tangles of ivy and mossy growth. dual-colored eyes looked harder, deciphering what had replaced the brambles and thick boughs of trees. they appeared to be rocks, but with an almost unnatural shape. the boy was made to think that this was what his mountainous home might look like, the snow melted from its sheers and shattered precipices. the dust beneath his paws was a rainbow of clays and grays, and the forest was thinning, even though it stubbornly fought the parting. eventually, he caught the horizon. a spire intruded here and there, trunks puncturing ancient homes, while the rest was rubble fairly leveled. at the very most reach of his sight, a line of silver shifted and blended with the sky.
the scent he had been following was dampened by whatever aromatic messages this awkward scenery still managed to send out, but it did not disappear. this told him he would need to cross, that he still wasn't close. it made him wish for a change in the winds, for a new goal. a convenient coincidence occurred at that moment, as deeper within ruthven, a girl spilled blood.
where there was injury, there was action. whether or not he would want to be there once arriving did not matter; it mattered that something was happening, and that he could be a part of a scene. dismissing the subtle sting of salt, he sought the tang of iron. despite his smothered enthusiasm, his strides remained calm, deliberately slow. cancer was a wolf who refused to rush for something else. every step of the way, the other voice chided him for abandoning his previous goal.
by the time he'd arrived, the death had been buried and the perpetrator was not available for interaction. she lay as though untouchable, peaceful in each slow breath. the degree of whiteness her coat carried reminded him of where he'd come from, then dashed the thought from his head completely. she did not resemble snow and ice. the edges of her form curled yellow, as though she hid the sun behind her. her image was one of warmth and purity.
cancer had a sudden and unfightable urge to wake her.
his approach was hesitant, and he wondered if her personality would match her appearance, or if he'd fall prey to a stark opposite. a coal black paw scooped at the finely-eroded rubble, sending a pebble gently tumbling at her forelimb.
"erm. rise and shine?"
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Post by Vindicta on May 28, 2012 20:45:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/4745/svinamid.png] Svina’s mind was swimming beneath the waves of blissful ignorance. Her brain buzzed abruptly when something touched her forepaw. The girl’s head popped up and her eyelids flew open. Her deep, verdant eyes stared at a jet-black male. She blinked a couple of times and hopped to her feet. After giving her coat a quick shake and gave the man a hard stare she politely answered, “Yes?” Svina eyed him warily while waiting for a reply. He was tall and lean; he couldn’t have been more than two or three years old. “Who are you?” She asked after a moment.
Her tone was not unfriendly. She was wary but kept up a calm visage. Her tail waved slowly to indicate congeniality but a hint of caution was apparent. It was safe to say that she had been surprised by the manifestation of another wolf. The damsel’s virescent eyes watched him with mixed curiosity. Granted, she liked meeting new friends. But she was still careful of who she acquainted herself with. It was the smart thing to do. Nevertheless, she assumed a calm stance and a serene countenance. Her expression communicated her willingness to converse and her level of common courtesy.
Warmth from the summer sun radiated from her bloodless coat. Her bleached fur provided camouflage in the winter when ice blanketed the world in white. In the warmer seasons it reduced the amount of heat absorbed. She was the image of the perfect predator. But apart from her lithe features and toned build, she was quite demure in expression. Her reservations would melt away once discourse was initiated. She was, above all else, a social being with the need to make alliances wherever she went. Svina was a gentle female with a knack for softening even the hardest of hearts.
So again she was called to stir up the conversation, or she felt she was called. “I’m not invading am I?” The question was honest and sincere. As always, her eyes shone with delight. With such a strong desire for companionship, one might think she should find no trouble in joining a pack. The problem was that she was nomadic by nature. Sitting still was not something she was capable of for long durations of time. Wandering the world and exploring the natural wonders were something she enjoyed doing. The pallid girl was a born and bred rover and wanderer.
But whenever the opportunity presented itself, she tried to make a friendship with locals. She tried not to trespass and she felt strongly that at the moment she was on neutral territory. The collective smells of the air and the ruble muted out a distinct imprint that would imply that it was a claimed area. Thus, she was confident that she was not encroaching upon someone. Now the question was, what did this man want with her? More importantly, would he be someone of mutual attachment? Or would his presence be better off avoided altogether? We shall see soon enough.
"Speak"
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Post by QUINN on Oct 16, 2012 1:36:55 GMT -5
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kindness. it was evident in everything about her, from posture to tone to the curves of her face. a small smile appeared on the boy's lips, unsuppressible gratitude for the treasure he'd awoken. after all, he wasn't one for a sunny outlook, and that left him easily warmed by any rays he managed to come upon.
'easy, licht. we'll entertain the girl, then find that ocean. you're the one that enjoys conversation, remember?'
"of course not. i woke you up because i want to talk with you. sorry about that. my name is cancer. yours?"
wip.
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