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Post by Rogue on Jun 15, 2005 11:36:21 GMT
Rogue's paws treaded silently as she slowed from a sprint to a steady pace, step after step in the darkening forest. As her slim and agile form passed through the shadows of a few trees nearby, she re-emerged in the body of a human woman, her pale skin standing out in the night. Her long white lashes of straight hair fell around her shoulders messily, and her taught lilac eyes scanned her surroundings, her pupils enlarged.
Rogue's senses sharpened to accelerate the speed in which she allocated prey, or other creatures in the forest, though under the seived light of the moon through the clumps of tree foliage above, her silver gown lit up against her light flesh, causing her to stand out perhaps more than anything surrounding her in a radius of three yards.
With her two pups safely back in the tunnels with Amelia, Rogue's thoughts drifted immediately to Sealla, and as she walked on bare feet, she kneeled to pluck a closed flower from the ground. Lifting it to her nose she smelt it's sweet fragrance and held it up in a ray of the moon's light, noticing the ice-blue colour of it's sleeping petals. They reminded Rogue of Sealla's eyes.
Letting go a dreary sigh, the female let her arm drop, and the stem fall to the ground from it. With a frown torn over her features she turned her body so her back faced the depths of the forest and she bent to sit herself on a fallen tree trunk, letting her eyes roam to the ground. "Oh Sealla, where are you now..." She breathed softly, feeling a distant memory wrench coldly at her gut, and a wave of familiarity travel through her senses, tauntingly.
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jun 15, 2005 12:03:35 GMT
Oh, but that familiar black wolf was not as far as Rogue had deemed.
Those silent front paws leapt up from behind the white-blonde woman to melt away into the Forest Lycan's skin, fading to a beautiful pale tone. In a contrasting way, a black silken gown draped itself lovingly against the figure's curves, hugging each fragment of preffered-to-be-covered flesh. Not so long ago that same night Sealla dipped herself into the lake to clense herself of the spatted blood from moons before, thus her skin radiated almost as brilliantly as the sadened woman.
Standing now a few inches from Rogue's back, the darknened figure's hand laced itself between those brightly coloured locks, then traced the fingertips lightly against her ear. The woman had so long seen Rogue, and how she looked drawn. Almost in the same shape Chailyn was. Now that the gap had been closed between the two Lycans, body to body, the other hand graced itself between Rogue's arm and her body, wrapping itself around her shoulder from behind.
Sealla probably felt almost ghostly cold against her sister's skin, thus creating the illusion of not really being there. But she was as real as anything else in that forest, holding Rogue in a loving grasp from behind her. In reply to her whispered, desperate question, Sealla's bright blue eyes closed, and her parted lips accented the word "Here."
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Post by Rogue on Jun 18, 2005 7:31:41 GMT
As she stared aimlessly into her empty hands, Rogue closed her eyes, and an amazing thing happened. She felt cool hands touch her so gently, with such care and sincerity. Rogue held her breath, no, she couldn't breathe, she just froze, relaxed in the embrace from behind, as Sealla's familiar grace pushed itself against her body, sending sensations of all sorts down her spine.
"Ohh.." Was all Rogue managed to utter, as her chin dipped to the left, capturing in her now-open eyes, a pale hand, with such a striking mould, beautiful fingertips and all-feeling fingers. Sealla's hand. Rogue released her breath now, breathing deeply, her body cool against Sealla's. Could it be? Was she no more but a phantom in the dark? No, Rogue could feel her.
"Sealla?" She whispered, almost afraid to whisper the name, as though it would shatter a thousand mirrors, and bring the very screams of the dead to mock her pale form for even risking the fate of thinking her sister might be alive. She turned, lacing her fingers in Sealla, and rising so the two women stood face to face, one with fair hair, one with hair that meddled with the shadows. One in a silver gown, one in black.
One alive, and one...Rogue stopped, and waited for those stunning blue eyes to open. Only then, would she know.
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jun 18, 2005 7:48:51 GMT
The question that not even Sealla herself could contemplate. Those ever so pale fingers laced between equally white others clenched lightly, lovingly against the silvery-clad woman's. Out of all the Tunnel Lycans, though she wasn't one, Rogue seemed to have the most friendly response from the raven-woman.
The woman's chin dipped now, as if her eyes were open and she were staring at the ground's foliage, and with the movement, her long black hair flowed past her shoulders to frame her features. "As I said, I'm right here." She replied to the questioning word. And with that, those curtaining eyelids parted, opening to the world Sealla's bright eyes.
She gazed into Rogue's violet ones strongly, asserting whom it was.
(ooc: Sorry for the dodgy post, I have to race off to work)
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Post by Rogue on Jun 18, 2005 8:14:56 GMT
Ooc: No problems, it's fine, naturally.
Ic: It was strange that of all the packs Rogue had travelled with, Sealla had kept her with the Magic Horizons lycans, though the pale-haired woman never actually told Sealla this. Many people may have been able to see it, and perhaps it was absent mindedly disguised by Rogue's obsession with the forest, but it was the truth, without Sealla, she didn't feel whole.
Sealla's head lowered, and Rogue neglected the idea of reaching out and lifting her chin once more, instead she stood with patience, waiting for the black-haired woman to speak, for Rogue knew she would. When she did though, Rogue could help but frown lightly, she yearned to ask how, never why, for that was a given miracle, only how. Immortality killed the possibility of one dying in childbirth however, so Rogue let the impossible drop.
Her thoughts seemed to drop from her mind as Sealla looked up and grabbed Rogue's gaze. Rogue's grip on Sealla's hands loosened in disbelief, but agreement, this was it. It was true. The flooded irises of Sealla's eyes pooled with a liquid ice, freezing Rogue's heart into a moment's overwhelming emotion.
It was as though the constant tears of crystalline blue in Sealla's eyes were passed between the link at their fingers to pour from Rogue's eyes and roll in waves down her pale cheeks. She didn't dare blink, she couldn't lose this moment of realization, Sealla was incredible, Sealla was...Beautifully reincarnated.
The fair-haired woman fell forward and wrapped her abnormally skinny arms around Sealla's neck, burying her face in her sister's shoulder and bursting into fitful sobs of incredulity. The experience was tearing everything in Rogue apart, and at the same time, patching it all together again. Sealla was alive, and something suddenly clicked with Rogue, though she couldn't stop crying...
Sealla was in the forest, voluntarily.
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jun 18, 2005 13:47:01 GMT
It obviously didn't matter to the creamy woman before her of how harsh or cold Sealla really was, because if it did, she'd have said something about it by now. Like everyone else that had come to see Sealla. Each and every one of them had wanted her to turn around and come home, leave the Forest, become loyal to the Tunnels again. But unlike Rogue, none of them realised it was something she just couldn't do.
Not something she chose not to, but something she physically couldn't. The blackened woman was physically incapable of going into the Tunnels again. Not because of guilt, but of something else all together. And not even the woman herself knew what that something was. They all accused Sealla of things, asking why she was being so hostile and so disloyal to them. Especially first thing in the conversation.
Confrontation more like it.
But there was something different with Rogue. Not once in those few moments had she told Sealla to stop her changes or to go back to how she was. Instead, it seemed as though she had accepted the woman for what she was, and what she had chosen. A true sister. A true friend. And again, unlike what she had done with the others of Sealla's past, she had embraced the human form of the white wolf. Taken on the repocussions of accepting the broken Lycan.
With her hands now free of Rogue's, they ran lightly up around the small of the woman's back, whilst one of them wrapped itself around her shoulders. A touch of protection. An arm around her shoulders, another around her waist. Nothing could describe the sensation between the two, the bond that strengthened itself of Rogue and Sealla. She tightened her grip around the light female, and cooed a "Shhhh" in her ear delicately.
"It's okay, I'm here now, Sister." And now like Rogue had done, Sealla buried her head lovingly between her own arm and the other female's crook of her neck.
(Ooc: Well I hope that makes up for the last post)
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Post by Rogue on Jun 19, 2005 9:38:18 GMT
Rogue was perhaps the only one of the lycans Sealla knew, save perhaps Chailyn, that simply accepted the woman for whom and what she was. She was a lycan, and a friend, and that was beyond any title one could hold. It went above skin names, clanned groups, and allies. It went above everything except a soul connection.
Rogue hadn't even thought for one moment of telling Sealla to return to the tunnels. How did it have any reasoning to it? This was the moment in which she saw her soul sister again for the very first time, like so many of the other lycans had done, and she would not ruin it for the world. Nor would she ever let it slip her memory, or heart.
If Sealla could hold Rogue in her arms, and speak such words of comfort, that was all Rogue needed, for that was genuine, and genuity was all the pale woman needed from another living being. From Sealla it was giving, an honour, and a saviour.
Sealla's arms snaked around Rogue's body sensually, letting the paler woman relax in her older, though not by much, sister's strong arms. She couldn't hold back the tears, they just kept flowing. It was more torture to see the dead living, than to see the living dead. Rogue had only just come to civil terms on the outside of Sealla's passing, and now this, this had caused the inside to rupture back out and display her emotions openly.
She was silently thankful it was Sealla who was seeing them.
"I missed you so..." Rogue whispered in Sealla's ear, her voice weakening as her tears slowed to a trickle. As much as she didn't want to, Rogue leaned out of the embrace for a moment, to catch Sealla's beautiful blue eyes again, she could never get enough of their soulful glimmer, and her violet one's seeped with sadness and rejoice at the same time, all to see her secret wish standing in the flesh before her.
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jun 19, 2005 12:40:52 GMT
The hand and arm that was wrapped around the shoulders of Rogue loosened, and parted its fingers to run like a wide-toothed comb through that long, silky-white hair from her fringe to the side. She was as radient as she had ever been, and the crying didn't really help it, adding to the beauty of the white Lycan. As she pulled back abeit, Sealla continued to run her fingers through her long hair lovingly.
"There's no need to miss me now..." came the whispered reply from the opposing Lycan. If a reason were to keep Sealla in the grounds of MH, it would have been the soul sister, Rogue. With her eyes closing again now, a tear formed as Sealla buried her face in the collar of the woman she was holding, taking in her sweet scent.
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Post by Rogue on Jun 24, 2005 13:05:06 GMT
Rogue could have fallen limp as Sealla coaxed her fingers through the pale woman's hair. It was ecstacy, just to be holding Sealla again, and more definitely just to have Sealla hold her. The relaxation pouring over her was intense as her sister continued to weave her slender fingers in her hair, parting it and brushing it away from Rogue's tear-stained cheeks lovingly.
Sealla uttered such irreplacable words and Rogue's brow furrowed with love, her eyes swimming with sympathy for her sister, though she wasn't quite sure why. The connection between the two was incredible, unbreakable, and defiant of all titles. No matter if one of them was mortal and the other the ultimate opposite, their bond was magnetic, and had yet to ever be broken.
As Sealla came forward into Rogue's arms, the pale-haired lycan cupped the back of Sealla's head with her softly shaking hands, lacing her own thin fingers through her sisters black locks of beauty. Rogue could have stayed there for hours, just standing, with Sealla so close, but she knew they must talk, she had to know if Sealla was alright.
After a serene moment, Rogue reluctantly parted from Sealla, but slid her hands down to slip into Sealla's, taking in her ice-blue gaze, which now also seemed teary. "Sealla," Rogue began, but paused to smile one of the most sincere smiles she had ever placed upon her lips. She would never forget tonight, never ever.
"How are you?" She asked, perhaps out of the blue. But it was in fact close to the only thing that had been on Rogue's mind since her sister's death. Not who had brought her back, not really how, nor why, just as long as she was ok. It was also sad that Rogue appeared to be the first to ask this question of Sealla, did not any of the others care enough? Why was their first question 'what have you become'?
All Rogue could see was Sealla, her sister.
Her soulmate.
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jun 24, 2005 13:15:06 GMT
And indeed she was the first Lycan to ask how Sealla was. The woman tightened her grip around Rogue's interlocked fingers, as if the pale woman was about to be yanked from Sealla for ever and longer. She couldn't lose Rogue. Not now. Not now that her rejection was adimant amung the Tunnel pack. They wanted her back, sure, but they wanted the old Sealla back. They didn't once ask how she was. None of them.
They all wanted to go on into their little story as to how they have dealt with Sealla's changes and sudden disappearance and reappearance. All she wanted to do was collapse in her sister's arms and be cradled and told that everything was going to be ok. But it wouldn't, not for a long time. Sure enough, again, tears formed in those crystalline eyes as Sealla almost broke down. "I-I'm doing well considering..." she stuttered between sobs.
And again her head lowered into the crook of Rogue's neck in dispair. Why had none of them really cared enough to ask how Sealla was, and not babble on about how they were? It seemed as though Rogue was the only one that truely cared for the woman's happiness. Even Chailyn had seemingly turned a blind eye on Sealla since she had attacked Hayzie. And that hurt.
"They've all come to me, Rogue. They've all... come and complained..." she muttered into her sister's shoulder with a snarl across her mouth.
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Post by Rogue on Jun 24, 2005 14:45:15 GMT
Rogue somehow felt the older sister in their shared moments now, and it was a wonderful feeling, sorrowful, but wonderful. To have the honour and love of supporting Sealla and just holding her in warm arms while she cried. It was something Sealla had always done for Rogue, and right now it was Sealla's turn to cry. And by heaven she had good reason to.
She stuttered and Rogue felt her heart crack, it was tearing her apart as well to see Sealla like this, after she had heard so many of the other lycans talking about Sealla's 'aweful' change and 'monsterlike' attitude towards them. The poor dear, all she needed was to be loved, in return from waking from the dead, all she had received was question after question.
It was simple. Sealla needed the love of those that she trusted, or rather, those that she had trusted once upon a time. Rogue would fight to remain trusted, and loved, for Rogue was not only the strength of Sealla, but Sealla was half of Rogue's soul, and nothing could take that away.
Sealla's head sank into Rogue's shapely neck, and the pale-haired woman immediately ran her hand up her sister's back and rested her warm touch on Sealla's shoulder blade. Gently caressing the black-haired woman's dark gown with her thumb, Rogue felt her own tears slipping off her chin into Sealla's gorgeous tresses once more. She had never cried so much in her life.
Sealla spoke further words, and finished with a snarl, leading Rogue's other hand to rest at Sealla's hip, supporting her lovingly close to her own body. Rogue's hand moved from Sealla's shoulder blade to her neck, and she brushed her sisters hair off her shoulder with an angel-soft touch. "It's going to be alright Sealla. They don't understand, they don't understand at all." Rogue whispered with a quivering voice.
Her chest rose a little as she inhaled a deep breath, and then she spoke again, this time closing her eyes and cupping Sealla's neck, pulling her close again. Rogue's voice was soothing and somewhere deeply interior. "I love you Sealla, and I wont ever let you go." Another set of tears passed through her silver lashes and swam into Sealla's hair.
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jun 25, 2005 0:30:06 GMT
All she could do was rest there in Rogue's loving and welcoming arms. Thank the lords that she understood Sealla. The way she had her hands positioned atop the contrasting body, it made Sealla feel at home once again. Tears poured freely now from the woman's clenched shut eyelids, mingling with Rogue's beautiful almost silver locks draping down over her shoulder.
The hands that held Rogue closer pulled themselves away, and pressed them against Rogue's chest in a sign of needing protection. But from what? Who knew. Her hands balled themselves into tight fists, but stayed resting at Rogue's collar bone as she poured her heart into her sister. "Why don't they understand, Rogue?" she asked desperately in a whispered tone. "Why don't they understand?"
(Ooc: Oh my god... crappest.post.ever!)
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Post by Rogue on Jun 27, 2005 12:02:53 GMT
Ooc: ~scolds~ It is not!
Ic: Rogue felt a sudden wash of relaxation over her body and her knees gave her the message to carry herself and Sealla to the ground, so she did. Holding her sister's body lovingly she knelt, then sat back and bent her legs to one side, letting Sealla rest partially in her lap, but still against her chest.
Sealla's hands were balled into fists, and Rogue slid her arms up Sealla's body gently to envelope her upper half in a warm embrace, silently telling her it was OK to cry.
"Why don't they understand, Rogue?"
And Rogue lifted a hand to interlock her fingers in Sealla's hair, brushing the thick strands through and through with comforting reassurance. "Shh.." She cooed, balancing her chin on Sealla's head gently, and closing her own eyes as she then ran her fingers up and down Sealla's back, sending tingling sensations that, when applied to Rogue, had always made her smile.
"Why don't they understand?"
Rogue guided her hands up to Sealla's shoulders where she rubbed them gently with her thumbs, sighing softly as her warm breath ran through the inside of a curtain of Sealla's dark hair. "Because they're afraid to." She answered quietly, feeling the inner wonders of why none of the other lycans had asked Sealla such a simple question.
Rogue's arms wrapped back around Sealla and just held her, while the pale woman thought. Perhaps Sealla had done something aweful, perhaps Rogue wasn't looking at it from both points of view. She frowned distantly to herself, for that was still no reason to let Sealla end up in such a state. Something had to have happened both ways.
The feelings had to be mutual. Didn't they?
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jul 18, 2005 10:06:32 GMT
The silent whispers of love that enveloped the two women was almost never to be broken, it seemed, especially with them so close to eachother, both spiritually and physically. Streaming salty tears swept down Sealla's cheeks, rolling onto Rogue's chest, much to Sealla's subconscious dismay. The support balenced itself out now, with the fair-haired woman's arms wrapped around Sealla against her loving form, her chin protecting Sealla's head and long locks of dark hair and with her fingers around her back weaving through her tresses.
As they would have done to the sister Sealla loved so dearly, the light rubbing across her back sent accute, beautiful shivers through her silken-cloaked form, forcing her tear-stained corners of her lips to curl only slightly from a twitch into a smile. But it was gently erased from her pale face as Rogue had replied the truth. 'Because they're afraid to.' It explained more than anything before. And though Sealla possibly didn't quite understand why they acted, she had a darkening heart. Not from the lack of love, but not wanting to recieve it.
A downfall for the woman.
Stifling an almost silent sniff from against the white silk-wearing woman, she lifted her form only slightly so that their eyes could lock onto each others'. It was as if the two had been apart for an eternity. How she missed these times. No doubt there'd be more to come with the tunnel pack, but for now, it was Rogue and Sealla.
Black & White.
"Help me, sister." Uttered the woman almost breathlessly.
(Ooc: Hooray for sandwiches!
..........and muse!)
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Post by Rogue on Jul 28, 2005 14:53:39 GMT
Every time a tear from Sealla's eye slid off her cheek and dripped helplessly onto Rogue's chest, the paler woman felt her heart dip closer to the acid in her gut, weighing her down and making it harder and harder to breathe. The pain in Sealla, was equally felt, perhaps for some differing reasons with Rogue, but still felt all the same.
Sealla shivered, but it was a lovely shiver, and Rogue smiled a weak smile, knowing her sister felt the love in her touch. Inside Rogue silently knew Sealla didn't understand completely why the other lycans were afraid to understand her, it was a mutual confusion.
Both sides were afraid to love each other, both sides didn't know each other anymore...
After this, Sealla teary blue gaze met Rogue's lavender irises, still dappled with silver flecks. Rogue could have held that moment forever, just clicked her fingers and stopped time still, the space between the two seemed irreplacable, and at the same time terrifying.
"Help me, sister."
Rogue's lips quivered and teal-silver tears poured over the sills of her eyes, those words rendered her helpless, and not only that. A feeling of disclosure, hopeless, helpless, useless disclosure. Rogue felt sick to her stomach, what could she do? The Tunnel lycans were dying, no, half of them were dead, but did Sealla know?
The snow-haired female leaked sorrow from her eyes for a good five minutes, replacing Sealla's cool stare with the rumpled shallows of the forest floor. Raising her hands to smudge away her own tears, Rogue leaned forward and cupped Sealla's cheeks in her now-warm hands. "Sealla, I don't know how to." She whispered with empty sadness, never having felt more worthless in her life.
Bringing herself forward to Sealla's face, Rogue softly pressed her lips to Sealla's, slamming darkness into the insides of her bruised-purple eyes as she closed them, and held her sister, fighting to savour the moment as the white-hot rays of the moon spun the two into a spotlight of wolfish ecstacy.
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