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Topic Started: Feb 1 2016, 05:42 PM (117 Views)
Lunar Dementia
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The tall man ran a long fingered hand through his unkempt hair before heaving an audible sigh. He turned his pale face to the sky and basked for a long moment in the afternoon light that filtered through the trees. He was tired still. So very tired.

Giving the raw looking rings in the flesh around his wrist a bare glance before looking on into the woods, he began to move silently. It had been not that long ago still that he had made it with aid from capture to the side of his Goddess in effort to save his life from silver poisoning via cuffs that had been magically locked about his limbs. She had, had to bring another goddess to completely remove the cursed things and when it was all over he had barely survived. Limp and starving continuously, she brought him home to recuperate.

He rubbed his face with his hands as he reflected on his time spent on the island. Every whim catered to him but being that he was a wolf, he needed tracks of territory to move through. After having paced the island several times, he had needed to go back to the mainland and stretch his soul. Dropping his hands to his waist, he pulled his shirt over his head revealing lean corded muscles and a scarred back. Normally his kind could heal wounds without such marring but with silver in his blood and the brutal beatings he took often, his blood could not compete. He dropped the shirt to the ground heedlessly and moved onto untying his pants which he stepped out of as they fell. No shoes to hinder him, his flesh began to writhe. Bones snapped and he hunched as he kept moving forward. Course black and brown fur pushed out of his flesh. Face elongating and legs shifting position. A wolf dropped onto all fur, huge with silver eyes that took in everything around him.

It took very little time at all to shift as the wolf was a part of his very soul. Claws dug into soil and earthy scent was heady to his senses that had been so barren for so long. He flopped onto the ground and rolled about in the grass violently, rubbing it all onto his being as if by doing so he could bind to to his essence. Rolling on to his feet, he jumped up and ran.
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Celeste enjoyed this forest. She had been here once before, some time ago. There had been an injured elf, and she helped speed the process. Though she was new at her powers then, she did not trust herself to offer that kind of assistance to anyone, or even to reveal it to a passing stranger. Connak was nice, made her remember long forgotten things, and taught her some about his forest.

This forest was farther from some civilizations, and thus ideal for what she had wanted to do for some time. Being a mercenary has its moments, and one of the best perks is she can pick and choose when she works. Celeste took some time off to practice what she had been neglecting for too long. One cannot claim to be the best at something and expect to remain as such without practice. Her clan had named her the best hunter, best tracker and archer. Two of those things were kept up fairly regularly. Very rarely does she get the chance to exercise tracking. And it isn't something she advertises her skill in. Tracking runaway kids feels like guilt trips.

With bow in hand and no intention of hurting anything today, for to track without protection was foolish, Celeste had been following a herd of deer for some time now. They still had a good lead on her too. She stopped and examined the tracks. The herd was changing direction, slowly but surely. Celeste continued on her way, following the tracks when something was setting the hair on the nape of her neck standing.

An arrow was instantly nocked, half drawn, as Celeste surveyed her surroundings. What was it? Adrenaline coursed through her body as her heart sped up to the impending sense of danger. I'm not alone. She thought gloomily.
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Nostrils flared as he picked up on something that should not be. No that not necessary true. It was elf and there were elves that lived deep in these woods, but this one did not smell like the others. They smelled like the woodlands they existed in. Born in. Died in. This one did not call true to these trees.

Head low he slowed into a slow pace on massive paws. Ears swiveled to catch the sounds near by and parse them out into what was relevant to him. Following what interested he could hear soft breath stirring the air. As he got closer he could sense the heart beating like a small bird trapped within it's cage, frantically trying to escape. Should he help it? No it was an organ not a bird. Organs. Hot blood.

He shook himself slightly and came behind some dense brush. Carefully he crept forward and saw his prey was a girl. Woman. He inhaled deeply. A fierce internal pain tapped on his emotions and he had to push that away as well. Somewhere inside he was pleased by his gaining control and knew that without his time on the island, he would not have been reacting this collectedly in his wolf's body. Tail low but alert, he crept out until his head partially cleared the brush and open to view, rested his great head upon his paws. He watched her panic with shinning silver eyes. Internally he was torn between hoping she would run and hoping she would not. Running would cause him to instinctually have to chase and that would end up with her harmed. She had not hurt him. Although she held her weapon at the ready, it did not impress him as it would be a feeble weapon against wolf. He might still be weak from imprisonment but that will still more than enough to hold his own. His nostrils flared again and the wolf licked his lips.
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Her ears strained to take in and sort through all the sounds. It felt like the entire woodland was suddenly alive, making noise, distracting her from what she was looking for. Even now, her mind was happy to point out that she had not been in danger from nature like this for a long time. Leaves rustled from wind and scurrying little animals. Celeste was listening for softer sounds, like a beast creeping up on her. It's here... But... There.

Turning, she had the bow at full draw, aiming at the bushes that the hunter did spy from. The creature's head was poking out, resting low to the ground as if on its paws. As she saw it, she recognized it as wolf. Lowering the bow, she slowly allowed the bow to return to rest so as to not send the arrow flying. Cautiously, she knelt until one knee rested completely on the ground, her bow and arrow placed on the ground in front of her without moving her eyes from the wolf. One hand now rested on her water skin, the other held as if asking for peace.

”Aneth ara, fen falon.” She spoke softly. A weary greeting, as she was nervous to this wolf's reaction. ”I mean you no harm.” Her breathing was steady, Celeste cleared her mind and readied herself as her heart gave her away. The water skin was uncorked with just the one hand, and she felt the water inside. Water swirled inside with anticipation, a reaction to her tense muscles as she pulled the water under her control. It was ready to spring out and form itself into whatever she desired.

Ma ghilana mir din'an. A silent prayer for the worst outcome.
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Scared rabbit

He tilted his head.

Rabbits can bite.

An abrupt snort like a sneeze and he raised his head. Standing slowing he cleared the bush, making no attempt to disguise his movements anymore and twigs snapped against his flanks. He shook his head and entered the small clearing as it were but stepped to the side to show he was not intending on approaching. His wolf for was massive even for a wolf and he knew his size along could frighten. If she ran, he would have to chase. Chase..

He tilted his head at her from the side, pink tongue lolling out from his parted muzzle and deadly teeth. Ribs showed with every breath under his pelt, having not built up all his muscle weight in his relatively short stay with his mistress.

No harm, she said. He found this vastly amusing and snorted again, looking up towards the canopy and what sky could be seen.

No harm.


Did he intend her harm? no...he was no killer. Hunter yes, but not killer. Besides that...most humanoid beasts tasted horrible due to their odd diets. Especially the ones that lives in large places full of people crammed tight. No room to run or even play. No hunt. He did not understand these people. Did not like those places.

His attention had strayed away from the girl for a moment before he perked his ears towards her and faced her. Sitting with perfect poise, he yawned to show he had his own weapons but did not find her a threat. He refused to wag his tag like some eager but submissive puppy.
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The first instinct is to run when faced with danger. It is the basic fight or flight reaction everyone either instinctively reacts on, or logically think each action before acting. In some cases, it is a decision that can be fatal. Celeste wrestled with a primal desire to flee as he fully emerged. He was the biggest wolf she had ever seen. She had no intention of being chased by him, for she knew that is what the wolf would do if given the chance.

The wolf in question walked to the side instead of advancing. When he yawned, an idea formed and Celeste had a ghost of a smile. With a flick of her hand, the skin was corked, water released from control and she smiled at the wolf. It was a playful look for her. Oh this was a dangerous game indeed. But danger could be fun. It was how she met Larka after all, though there was potentially less danger there. If his yawn was to remind her of his deadly teeth, she knew full well the dangers of wolves and bears, but Celeste wondered if it was partially of boredom. No chase, no thrill.

“You can understand me, can’t you? I wonder if you would indulge me, fen falon.” Celeste picked up arrow and put it in the quiver, and gripped the bow, not yet moving it. “Personally, I don’t care for the idea of chasing. How about a friendly run? Promise not to attack?”

What in the world am I thinking? How can a wolf promise not to attack? She thought irritably, but nonetheless Celeste stood. Her deer were long forgotten now as she decided where to go. Never before had she even dreamed she would be this flirtatious with danger. Proposing to run with a wild wolf, a large one that might be unaffected by every trick and tool in her arsenal sounded crazy.

So she ran. Her body yearned to run faster, evade the predator. Celeste ignored it. Over roots she leapt, ducking under low branches. On she ran for quite awhile. She could keep up this pace for about an hour, and that is what she did. As she entered a clearing and nearing her limit, cognition was instantaneous and she immediately veered left. Within minutes, the sound of gurgling water sang to her ears. The stream was not far off.

Celeste slowed to a stop by the water's edge, struggling to regain steady breathing as her heart now pounded to rush more oxygen to her muscles. She had not run like that in ages, and it had felt nice. Looking around, she spied the very same rock she had sat upon the second time she was here.

“Garas quenthara?” she mused to herself as she waved a lazy hand. A bead of water became a tendril floating above the stream's surface. When it formed itself into a decent sized sphere, it moved to and above Celeste where it splashed across her upturned face. “Fen falon? Wolf friend, I hope I was not too slow for you.”
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Run?

Rabbit run.


His lips pulled back revealing killing teeth again as eyes gleamed in mischievous thought.

Promises...no kill.

She took off and all his muscles bunched to follow and chase but he held himself ridged with iron will. Standing onto all fours, he bowed and stretched, claws digging deep into soft soil that knew no fallen steps. Arching his spine he stood upright again and shook before throwing his head back.

And Howled.

The sound echoed out, sounding mournful and celebratory all the same. The wolf sprang forth like a coil of metal releasing and bounded after the girl. He stretched his legs as he moved and muscles that had not been torn in such a way after many moons complained. Still he celebrated it all. Tongue lolling from mouth he tracked her rich fear scent through the air. But it was not all fear. There was a release in it too. He easily cleared downed limbs and skirted underbrush, taking his time to follow but letting her know Wolf was not far behind.

Moisture scented through the air soon and he could tell she was wearying. This was hardly surprising although his own weariness rather did. He would have to rebuild himself and he resented having to do so. He had been alpha. Peak form...did not keep mate from...no he brushed that thought away.

As she sat neatly upon the rock, he threw himself into the water. Rolling in the icy bite of a stream that was fed by nearby mountains after drinking deeply of the water, it took much for it to reach his skin through thick fur but made it's point when it did so. He hopped back onto the shore and shook vigorously without any sense of common curtesy. The wolf moved to a large flat stone that had been basking under sunlight enough to warm it's surface and changed.

Bone snapped and reshaped until a man with dripping shaggy hair stood there staring at the ground a moment. Completely bare and unconcerned about it, he climbed onto the rock and stretched out with his belly to the warmth. Crossing his arms to pillow his head, a sigh leaked from his cracked lips. Was this heaven and contentment? No...he knew those once. but did that mean he could never know them again?
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She watched with fascination as the wolf took his bath. When he shook his fur out, Celeste threw her hands up as a shield with a giggle, her magic stopping the water in midair a foot away from her. Celeste allowed the water to fall and soak into the sand. What she saw next was quite interesting to behold. The wolf was a man. A gorgeous man, at that. No wonder I got the impression he understood me.

Celeste took a moment, a long moment, to admire him in his nudity. A short while ago, she had a similar view that caused her to blush with unfamiliarity of people not being modest at this very spot. In the forest, she could put the norm of the city far from her mind. Her eyes lingered on his ankles with the angry red rings around them. They appeared to be healing. What had this man done to get such an awful wound? Her expression went from flirtatious to sorrow.

She reached into her small pouch, her fingers grasping a small jar. It was a bees wax mixture with oils. One of the few things she still had from her past. Celeste got up and walked over to him, not being bashful for the first time in her life. When she got to his rock, she held out the jar.

"This'll help your lips. It was a life saver for me on my travels to Vanzagara." It was the truth, with this little jar, her lips would not have been a pleasure for Larka to kiss the day she made it to land in Ratterlin. "Well, fen falon, I'm honored to meet a wolf shifter for the first time. My friends call me Celeste."

There was a hesitant pause as she looked at his face, resisting the urge to look at his ankles again. "I can possibly heal your skin... If you want. Or rather... I can try."
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