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Post by Caspian Vaela on Jul 7, 2018 3:09:35 GMT
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maybe i could die treading water, drowning under moonlight sonata
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Up until that moment, Caspian had never realized how much he despised flowers.
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He hadn’t noticed them at first, when he had woken up that morning and set off to secure some prey to settle his rumbling stomach, but he swiftly realized that something was amiss when his every step was accented with a chorus of buzzing as bees and other insects trailed after him. Initially, he had elected to ignore them, only flicking his ears irritably whenever a bug flew too close. But, eventually the number of bugs following him had grown to such a number that he was forced to deal with them. Whirling around with his fangs bared (even though Caspian knew better than to attempt to bite at them, lest he walk away with a swollen muzzle) he cut his growl short as he stared in shock at the new additions to his pelt. Nestled within the white fur were flowers of all colors and sorts.
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Bright purple larkspurs decorated his spine, rounded edges dancing along the surface of his back, and petunias followed the curve of his tail. Bouquets of delicate blue forget-me-nots mixed with white gardenias and pale pink carnations were interspersed along his sides, and a quick peek into a nearby puddle revealed the crown of lavender that circled his head. If he strained hard enough, he could feel their soft edges press against the movement of his ears as he swiveled them back and forth in astounded silence. At first, Caspian ventured to pluck them, twisting to grasp at them with his teeth and yank them from his fur. But, as with every flower removed, another grew in its place no matter how quickly he moved, and the pollen irritated his nose. In the end, the endeavor did little but exhaust him and leave him with an itch he couldn't quite get rid of no matter how hard he scratched it. It seemed that the flowers were here to stay, and he would just have to learn to make the most of it.
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Rising to his feet, he scented the air once more while attempting his best to ignore the insects that circled him. He may have been covered in flowers, but they did nothing to impede his hunting abilities, even if the company they attracted was more than just a little distracting. Maintaining his focus so to ignore the sweet scent emanating from the blossoms, Caspian latched onto the musky smell of a prey animal. It was too faint for him to identify the creature itself, but strong enough to indicate that the animal was still in the area. And, if he moved fast, he could snatch it before it wandered away.
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Post by Neith Zahrani on Jul 8, 2018 1:34:04 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","neith"] Beyond the Faded Fields, Neith had spent much of her time cloaked in shadows. The bottom of the valley was too crowded, too cramped – there were too many places where she could fall victim to a sudden attack. And while she did not think it would happen, there was an unease that settled across her pelt, pressing down heavier and heavier as her days of travel wore on and she came to know more and more of the landscape that had become her new home. But Borealis Lake had proven itself something of a reprieve. The crystal-clear water, so deeply clean she could see the crystals that lined its bottom, had provided some sense of relief to her ever-increasing anxiety, and she had bedded down near it, had fallen asleep staring out at the lake of stars, her breath threatening to give way as she took in the sheer marvel of it. And when she had awoken – well, the unease she had carried for so long finally proved itself. It took some time for her to recognize the truth of her circumstances, and it had only been when she wandered near the lake’s edge, eager to drink that crisp water, desperate to wash away the acrid taste of sleep, that she had been faced with her new form. She was a rabbit. A true rabbit, not a hare with their long, leaping legs and beady eyes. No, she was squat, small, cream-colored, almost like an oversized tuft of Mother’s fur, blown free as Winter melted into Spring. Something like terror had gripped her then, and she had fled to her only source of security – the shadows. But she could not hide in the inky blackness forever, nor could she hope to survive as a rabbit. She knew nothing of them, beyond the most basic of facts. And those facts all revolved about how she might best catch one and feast. Hidden from prying eyes, she could not help but shiver. And so there she stayed, doe-eyed, button nose twitching, nerves threatening to wrack her body. The shadow snake had gone – somewhere. She knew not where, only that it was not near, and she needed it so, so dearly. She nearly cried for joy when it did return, the soft whisper of its hiss in her ear making her quake violently. I have a solution, it said. And their eyes turned as one toward the creature that had just entered their domain, nose down, tracking something – probably her, Neith thought with a clench of heat in the bottom of her belly. But she understood why the serpent would choose him. He was wolven in shape, in size – but flowers sprouted from his back, crept up the length of his spine, lent him an air of delicate beauty that she found almost breathtaking in its wonder. But it was a risk. For all his glory, he still held the fangs of a wolf. For all her retention of speech, she still held the appearance of a rabbit. But she could not stay hidden forever. And if this sudden curse was permanent, then she needed an ally. So, in her most feminine, fluttering, fragile voice, Neith called out, “Excuse me, sir!” as she carefully hopped out of the shadows that had sheltered her. It was important he hear her voice first, know her as wolf, know her as female, know her as meek and helpless. “C-could you perhaps help me?” Her voice quavered, and though much of it was an act, the shiver of fear that shook her fur was entirely real. Her rabbit heart pounded beneath her breast, and she gulped, torn between her desire to be seen, to be noticed, and her desperate need to survive. "Something terrible has happened to me."tags: Caspian Vaela words: 625 notes: pls don't eat her cas :^) [newclass=.neith]max-height:400px;color:#E1DFD8;text-align:justify;padding:10px;width:440px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;background:#000;opacity:.5[/newclass][newclass=.neith b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:700;color:#ab87db;font-size:12px;[/newclass][newclass=.neith i]color:#fff; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass][newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #fff; width:1px; [/newclass][newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass][newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] |
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Post by Caspian Vaela on Jul 13, 2018 3:01:00 GMT
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maybe i could die treading water, drowning under moonlight sonata
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When Caspian first heard the voice of another wolf nearby, the shock caused him to jolt as he raised his head and scanned his surroundings with wide eyes. Sure, he had been focused on his hunt, but that was no excuse for him to allow himself to be snuck up on. His mind reeled as he searched for any sign of the wolf who had approached him, and yet none of his senses yielded any results. He could not see any of his kind near him, no signs of pointed eyes and sharp teeth peeking through the woods, and he had not heard footsteps nor scented the distinct canine odor around him when he had first checked a few moments ago. Bewildered, he lowered his hackles a little, unsure about maintaining a fearsome demeanor if there was nobody to defend himself against, and tried to unravel the mystery of what had just occurred when he noticed movement from near the ground, at a height far lower than any wolf – pup or otherwise – would stand. His gaze followed the noise, trailing down to the forest floor where, sitting amongst the litter and debris, was a bunny.
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She had sniveled at him pitifully, voice trembling with the weight of the tears she could not cry, and she begged him for help. Yet, he heard little of what she spoke, for he was still caught up on her physical appearance. She bore the form of a rabbit, small and meek and succulent. But, she spoke his tongue, and beseeched him in wolf instead of the usual senseless chatter of her species. Had the rabbit remained silent, Caspian would have certainly eaten her. But, as she spoke now, her voice pulled back memories of the ancient bear he had helped slay only weeks prior. It, too, spoke wolf, and had quickly proved that it possessed a brand of evil Caspian had never met before. That memory, accompanied by a phantom ache along his chin and chest, tempered his hunger and kept him cautious. He did not know what demon this rabbit was born of, and, if he leapt blindly, he may end up with terrible wounds, and there was nobody around to heal him this time. He was on his own again, which meant that he could not take the risks he could have with someone to support him. Now, experience was the greatest mentor he could have in this endless realm of mystery.
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And, for a moment, he felt a bitterness towards Morpheus. The God claimed to be a guide, someone to help him achieve his fate of godhood, yet there was so much the horned wolf had failed to mention. Perhaps it was the millennia he had spent in this realm that had made him complacent, or simply because Caspian’s survival was not at the top of his priorities, but Caspian could not help but resent Morpheus for allowing him to wander blindly through this world, completely unaware of the dangers that awaited him. Was this rabbit another trap? A beast in disguise waiting to lure him in to a gruesome death? Or was she an ally? Someone who deserved his help and attention? All these questions resounded in Caspian’s head, and he had to resist the urge to snarl. For what bothered him was not the fact that Morpheus had not warned him of these scenarios – for all he knew, not even the ancient God had all the answers he sought – but that Morpheus had not even tried to impress upon him the dangers he might face. If the God of Dreams had his way, he would have let Caspian travel this realm completely unawares of all the different things that could kill him.
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Maybe that’s what the guide was truly aiming for.
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But, Morpheus was not here and wondering about him would yield no solutions to the issue at hand. Caspian may have been uneducated on the goings of this world, but that did not invalidate the basic survival skills he carried. He would exercise caution first, keeping his distance until he learned what he needed to know in order to either flee or engage. Either way, the most important thing to focus on was his own health; a skipped meal meant nothing when compared to a crippling injury.
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“Who are you?” He rumbled, watching the rabbit warily, not swayed by the girlish tone she attempted to charm him with. “How can you speak wolf? And what has happened to you?”
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Post by Neith Zahrani on Jul 16, 2018 22:16:06 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","neith"] He’s big, she thought. To see him so close – and then to see the way he intentionally fluffed out, hackles rising, the ridge of flowers along his back shifting with the movement. His eyes hardened, chips of sapphire so sharp they could nick a vein with barely a touch – and Neith’s rabbit heart thumped all the harder, fear and desire battling. The two emotions twisted about each other like mating snakes, and she stared up at him with wide violet eyes that bled dark in the cream of her face. Then his gaze caught hers, and she immediately knew of why rabbits so often froze, caught between flight and freeze. To be reflected in the eyes of a wolf, a being so vast compared to her – she could see how a bunny brain would counsel stillness, that he might, mercifully, miss her. But he had seen her, and there was only flight – and yet, to fly was to lead death on a merry chase. She must be fleet and fast-footed, descendant of the Prince with a Thousand Enemies. Her blood must run certain and sure, and the wind must surge alongside her, instilled with the courage of her ancestors. Neith blinked, the slow, almost lazy, closing and opening of both eyes. Drew in a deep breath – and the snake was beside her, unseen but with a whispering shiver of its scales crawling atop each other, a reminder of what she was beneath the beneath. Beneath the rabbit skin, beneath the rabbit heart – where the darkness wrapped around her and bared fangs that flashed between the fangs of a viper and the teeth of a wolf. Do not forget yourself.She had enveloped her in the cloak of prey and almost lost herself to it. But she was serpent, wolf – blended together into some great slithering beast that knew only the triumph of a kill based on love. Love for life, love for herself, love for those that she so sweetly, quietly, delicately swept into the unknown, the shutter of their life dropping closed with the smallest thud. Once more known to herself, the shadow snake ever-steady at her side, she carefully rose onto her haunches, so that she might better see the wolf of wildflowers. Her front paws she tucked close to her chest, an almost brazen display that quietly signaled her confidence. Prince with a Thousand Enemies? No, Neith was She of a Thousand Shadows – hers that she might dive into, his that she might spring beneath – eyes unclouded of fear, the dozen of escape routes were suddenly shown to her. We are of darkness, the snake hissed. We are never alone.Because where there was light, there was darkness. And in this world, light was ever-present, in some form or another. “I have been cursed to become a rabbit,” she answered. Her tone was still light, still airy, as if fairies had blessed her voice with something of their magic – but the tremors had eased from her, with the reminder of what she was, of who she was. She was more stable now, and her violet eyes met his unflinchingly. “I speak wolf because I am one.” She paused, considered the line of flowers that sprouted from his spine, then said, “I sought you because I think you know something of curses yourself. Or are they your standard attire?”There was something almost teasing about her last sentence, and had she the lips of a wolf, she might have smiled, coyishly. As it was, a rabbit was far more constrained in its facial expressions – instead, the mirth she might have shown revealed itself in a few twitches of her rabbit’s tail. tags: Caspian Vaela words: 613 notes: finally i had inspiration to reply lmaoooo [newclass=.neith]max-height:400px;color:#E1DFD8;text-align:justify;padding:10px;width:440px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;background:#000;opacity:.5[/newclass][newclass=.neith b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:700;color:#ab87db;font-size:12px;[/newclass][newclass=.neith i]color:#fff; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass][newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #fff; width:1px; [/newclass][newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass][newclass=.neith::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] |
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