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Sept 13, 2005 9:47:45 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Sept 13, 2005 9:47:45 GMT
Although it was only the secondary time this particular creature had graced the wood with her form and eyeshot, the place seemed a lot more inviting than both the Tunnels that one pack of Lycans called home, and the Lake which she had taken up residence. Maybe the Tunnel Lycans knew of her past and family problems, and perhaps they were helping them. If so, it was best for the she-wolf to keep genuinely clear of that place. Their response echoed that they didn't want her in their home should her family attack again, and then possibly sending word that they knew the whereabouts.
Each large shadow that had been cast down on the woman with bare feet made her skin and hair appear darker than what they, in truth, were. But those eyes, those beautiful sparkling blue eyes shone brightly, almost like torches through the perpetual-like darkness of the Forest. Those eyes so many seemed to think they recognised. And so many who had been disappointed to realise that she wasn't the Lycan they assumed her to be. With both her slightly paler hands tucked deeply into her denim pockets, those same eyes roved through the branches and trees, taking in each little detail of burnt or scarred trees.
Maybe these woods endured many battles.
Or so it seemed. For now, that the sun was growing closer to the earth, instead of wearing a typical white collared shirt, this woman wore a black singlet, not caring of her appearance at all, let alone the factor of her many deep and long scars caressing her chest and shoulders. It was so good and nice of the Lycan Rikka to treat Sealla in such a kind manner. Something that this she-wolf would never forget, and would probably pay back soon enough. But for now, the woman was content enough in wandering the Forest’s trees, weaving in and out of various scrubs and branches, watching the rare sight of a little animal scootering away.
(ooc: Invited only, please)
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Sept 13, 2005 10:17:46 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Sept 13, 2005 10:17:46 GMT
The Shepard of the Forest prowled the vast expanse of land that consisted of his realm. He took in every scent; every sound, and every sight that was a part of the Forest. And yet; it seemed that his paranoia hadn't paid off in awhile and his abnormal cravings for human flesh had reached a new peak. His hunger was his greatest foe, other than the Tormentors; who never seemed to give him a moments peace. but now as the behemoth of a lycan crouched in the foliage of the Wood; a new scent was picked up, but it seemed older and different from the other scents that he had previously examined.
This one was a lycan; but he could not tell whether she was of the Tunnels or the Forest. For despite roaming the Forest as Forest lycans are prone to do, she had on her the scent of the Green-haired one. A low growl entered his throat; and steely muscles began to coil in his silver-grey frame. He waited; waited until her path crossed right in front of him. And then with a sharp bark; Fenris leaped upon this lycan and pinned her to the forest floor. He was about to question the female; until he saw her eyes.
That shade of blue; only one being that Richard Rutherford ever encountered had eyes like that and the memories started flooding into Fenrir's mind. Of the mysterious lady of the Wood; of how she passionately kissed him, of the pain that soon followed with the intrusion of one of the tormentors. Fenris' eyes bulged as he realized that this was the lady of the wood that he had just attacked and he quickly got off of her while changing back into his human form. This time; tattered remnants of his field clothing clung to his human body, his black hair melting into the shadows of the wood. The only thing that was different about Fenris Fenrir was the fact that he wore his broken glasses, even after they were rendered useless.
The eyes of the male lycan stared with wonder and fascination at the one that stood before him. She looked exactly the same; she had to be her. There was no other possible way. Summoning up his courage at seeing the sight of one that he thought was only a dream, Fenris said in an awed voice, "The lady of the wood. You...have returned. You are she, are you not? Because you resemble her in every way; you must be her! You have to be her!"
Fenrir couldn't control himself and launched himself onto the female that stood before him. In an almost savage way, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to him. As Fenris pulled her in, his lips fiercely pressed against hers, and as he passionately kissed her; the same ecstasy inflamed his body in the way that only the lady of the wood could possible reconstruct. In his mind, a small voice was shouting, 'You are her! You are her!'. But he did nothing more than hold and kiss her longingly; savoring the experience to it's fullest. The lady had returned.
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Sept 13, 2005 10:39:23 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Sept 13, 2005 10:39:23 GMT
And then, her whole body slammed against the forest floor, letting her head fall to the left side, the same side she had been looking before he had pounced on her. As a little, minuscule growl worked its way through her curled up lips, her face mimiking the form of a wolf, but the fur melted back into her face and body as his eyes widened in shock. It would have been yet another creature that assumed her to be what she wasn't. By now, he had leaped off her as if she were a disease that was going to tear him apart slowly, and changed into his human form.
Both forms were muscular and tall, attractive to say the least. But that wasn't the time she had been hooked, metaphorically. Though she had the usual reply lined up on the tip of her tongue, it had been taken from her as her small form had been lapped up into a tight embrace from the male. He was too quick for her to reply with a warning snarl, too quick in pressing his lips so gently but forcingly against her own. And for now, that instantaneous reaction had been pushed way aside, if not totally away, as of now. Now she had been hooked.
The enticing kiss lingered on her lips as he danced his tongue into her mouth, forcing up the deliciousness of it all. It was as if he had met up with a past lover he had regrettably left. The appetent feeling of more passed through her little frame, and by now she had lifted her left arm around his neck, and her right arm around his waist, pressing him against her. Long minutes had flowed by after, beautifully framing the sensuous moment. But for now, questions must be answered, and she pulled herself out of the loving dream he had forced onto her. She pulled back.
Sealla hadn't willed her hand to lift up and re-arrange his glasses so that they weren't lop-sided, but it had done so without her implication. Though, not once had she uttered a word, leaving her last thoughts to drift into the abyss of time.
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Sept 15, 2005 10:30:30 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Sept 15, 2005 10:30:30 GMT
She broke off.
They had only just begun in the mind of Fenris and now; it ended as swiftly as it started. Was he not acceptable to the lady any more? But then his gaze drifted to her upper torso and there was something that the Lady of the Wood never had; scars. There was so many scars that Fenris lost count after a time; but one thing was clear in his mind. He had been played the fool; he had been hoodwinked by his mind into thinking that this female that stood before him was the one that he had met once; in what seemed a dream.
Now he staggered backward in a state of shock. She wasn't the Lady and she never could be. Or could she? Other than the scars; this female was exactly like the one that had first "welcomed" him into the Forest. She matched every feature to a tee, yet she didn't seem able to replace the one that seemed to be lost to him forever. Soon his staggering slowly corrected itself and Fenris slowly walked backward; shaking his head in disbelief as he went. For a moment, he had loved this female beyond thought and control of his actions and now...now that blissful hiatus was over and reality burst his bubble.
His walking backed him into a tree and he still stared at the one before him; his head still shaking in confusion and terror. Perhaps it would be wise to forget about this meeting and leave right now; but there was a part of him that still wanted to believe that she was the one that he longed for. That she had come forth again; come to fill him with that fiery ecstasy that only she was capable of. Now; with his back pressed firmly against the tree; Fenris stared upon the impostor; longing for her to become the one that he sought, but still fearing that it would be a trick of the mind.
How the heart so commonly tricks the mind.
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Sept 15, 2005 11:02:00 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Sept 15, 2005 11:02:00 GMT
None of her actions had seemed to be taken in by this man, this giant Lycan. And like it had been all those many times before, he looked at her with that precise eye, that glance that asked the question 'Is she Sealla?'. But this look, this particular stare was more-so of shock and want, on a much grander scale than anyone else's. Like she had contaminated the male, and he now realised that he was crippled in his human form for his immortal life. This stare almost completely matched the last look her assigned mate gave before he passed from the world of the living.
A look she couldn't stand, neither now nor then.
And to break the spell-binding eyeshot, the woman confidently strode directly at the male, standing just below his height, and without any warning, launched herself into a blissful kiss, locking their lips together like he had done only moments earlier. With one taste, she couldn't have enough. Not now. Not now that he had introduced her to the best feeling she had ever conceived. Her eloquent facial expression morphed into a longing, craving desire for more, more, more! Perpetual feelings roved through her now shaking form as she gently wrapped his shoulders with her arms, holding him there ecstatically.
Though she hadn't willed it, the woman fell, grasping onto the man's shoulders. Blue eyes glazed over, forming pupil-less pools of icy cobalt as she stared straight in front of her, which just happened to be the man's chest. However, she was far from this world, relapsing into the memories, which had been so painfully stored away. Flashes of blood mixing in with the snow, mountainous ranges, attacking wolves and Lycans onto her small frame. Mother at her throat, father standing back, pack members at each limb. With each new flash of light and imagery, the woman cried out, though muffled, squinting her eyes shut.
Deeply set in her mind, she was, it still occurred to her that he could have seen these as vividly as she had. Oh no...
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Sept 18, 2005 17:16:30 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Sept 18, 2005 17:16:30 GMT
Fenris' eyes widened as the smaller woman started heading for him; was she too going to leave an ireraseable mark on him as well? It seemed that every women did in some way; first was the Lady of the Wood that he had met as Rutherford; now it seemed that Fenrir was going to have the same experience. Once the woman stood right beneath him; Fenris' body started to fearfully shake. Strange that Fenris Fenrir; who was afraid of nothing that he had yet to experience; was now afraid of a female.
Then the female did something unexpected; she launched herself at him from where she stood and once more the pair's lips touched and as if it weren't possible; Fenris' eyes widened even further. But the minute that they widened, they snapped shut and Fenris was drawn into the passion of the kiss. If seemed to burn him alive yet it warmed him gently as well. He felt like he was being ripped apart from every joint of his body; yet the kiss soothed him and his shaking ceased.
Now he wanted her; more than ever as a primal instinct started to take over his moments. But no sooner did that instinct take over; the woman fell against his shoulders. He immediately was concerned for her and slowly his arms embraced her so that she wouldn't fall from where she was. Then the mental pictures hit him.
Blood. Fur. Agony. Snow-capped mountains. Other lycans. And the lady; she was the one that was bleeding and all of the lycans started ripping at her from all sides; each taking a limb for themselves. Yet if she was in such great peril; how did she make it here? It seemed like a whole pack had attacked her and showed no mercy; yet she was here with her head leaning on his shoulder. The mental images shocked Fenris so much that he crumbled to the grassy ground of the Forest with the woman still in his arms.
So this is what it must be like to be the Lady of the Wood or one that looked like her. That they inherited greatness, but suffered for it as well. Well; nothing would cause this lady to suffer now; not while she was in this Forest. As his right hand caressed her cheek, trying to get her to respond, Fenris Fenrir said in a caring voice, "Hush now lady; those are only images of your mind. They can no longer harm you. Here you are safe and take solace in knowing this."
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Sept 26, 2005 12:19:57 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Sept 26, 2005 12:19:57 GMT
Though she longed for the devastating images to cease, more flowed through in blinding flashes. Continuing to the next few moments that she had taken her first life. That is, her first Lycan life, and hopefully the last. Screeching of the crows sounded above the heads of the Lycans, but this was unbeknownst to the attacked she-wolf. Her ears were deaf to everything at those times. Stumbling, another lunged at her throat once her mother had left.
This was when all the others had backed off. Her supposed arranged mate had attacked, and after a deadly bloody battle, he had ended up at the weaker end of the gene pool. The last images were of the pack racing behind her. Then, it all stopped, ended as quickly as they had come. During this revival, the man she was being held delicately yet strongly by had collapsed to the ground himself, but saved her any damage.
Blue eyes stare blankly, as if to not comprehend being in one place one second, then another the next, directly into the man's black eyes, the abyss swallowing her whole. So the touch of his fine skin against her cheek jolted her body, made her flinch as she was torn back into reality, but still she remained, curled in a ball in his lap on the forest floor. The only few fuzzy words she comprehended were "Hush now lady…no longer harm you…safe…"
And though these were hardly any words, they took great care in calming her down, especially when her body took to shivering against him. As if he were her closest friend ever, a thing she'd never had, the woman pulled her arms against her chest with her knuckles balled under her chin, and rested herself against his form, burrowing her nose into the corner of his neck, letting the shaking sensation take over.
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Sept 26, 2005 12:44:11 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Sept 26, 2005 12:44:11 GMT
As he held the shivering lady to him, Fenrir witnessed more images enter into his mind and there he watched their contents. Then the images showed a fight between two lycans; the one huddled against him being the victor. Strange; that such a creature like the lady could be a violent beast like himself, yet be as beautiful as the woods themselves and have seemingly the needs of a child. So much like Fenris that he wouldn't admit it, but the shivering seemed to reach a new peak as the lady buried her nose against his neck. Leting out a gentle sigh, Fenris held the shivering form to him with his left hand and with his right he gently stroked her hair.
As he did this, Fenris Fenrir stared off into the forest; wondering what would become of this lady. Would this memories haunt her for a lifetime or would they in time pass as the seasons do? The lady would recover though; this the male was certain of; if she had the resolve in her to kill a fellow lycan she would be able to survive. Gazing back down at her with his black eyes, Fenris couldn't help but wonder why Nature let beauty and agony travel hand in hand. Was this the price that had to be paid? Receive one great thing and you gain something that cannot be erased. So Fenris was gifted with size and strength yet he was plagued with sufferings untold.
Fenrir and this lady; both products of Nature's womb; both pained by what was necessary for them to be as they were. Was that the real meaning behind it all? Maybe it was, but the shivering form pressed against his body took Fenris' mind off of that topic. "It's alright Lady", gently said Fenrir, "You are alive; you are well; you are safe. So why do you shiver like a child?"
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Sept 26, 2005 12:59:53 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Sept 26, 2005 12:59:53 GMT
And now, the words she had only vaguely caught made sense. He had seen the images that flashed before her mind's eye. But what could she do now? She couldn't erase his memory; that would be impossible. She couldn’t convince him it never happened; it would be too unrealistic. But those memory slips that had spilled from a box within her mind were very real. Only happening six years ago. Since then, all she had done was travel. Run. Hide.
Silently, she whimpered, hoping he hadn't heard that either, and kept her head against him, with her arms seeking the protection against her stomach and breasts that were so flimsily plastered from the cold breeze by some thin material. He spoke again, and this time she had heard him clearly enough, along with the words actually making sense the instant they flowed through her ears. For a few seconds, Sealla shook violently after she replied with "They're… they're after me…" revealing the impact on the woman of her own words.
And though the next moments were spent in silence, Sealla's body gave way to relaxation. For the first time in ten years, she felt protected. But how odd that was, feeling protected by a most powerful Lycan that she had never seen before. However, there was something deeper with the two huddled creatures. She could feel it swelling in that scared little heart of hers. This would have added to the feeling.
Words uttered after… "I'm so… sorry…" Her head lifted, then tilted down between her own chest and his, tucking it under the palms of her hands, but still resting against the man who had so willingly supported her form.
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Sept 27, 2005 10:14:20 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Sept 27, 2005 10:14:20 GMT
"They're after you?", came Fenris' puzzled voice, "If they were after you so this long; would they have not caught up with you? You ran from a whole pack and if that pack was so determined; they would have followed you to the ends of the world, but have they come here? In all the time that you have set foot on this isle; have they come here? For I think not, such a thing would be made known to all of the lycans in this area if a thrid pack had come among us. Besides; that invasion of our hunting grounds might get both of the packs here to unite for once to drvie off such interlopers; but the Tunnels would never join with the Forest; as would the Forest never join with the Tunnels."
As Fenris' was explaining this, he heard the lady apologize. What for? For entering into his life? Or huddling against him like a frightened child? For letting him see those images of her past? Benignly looking at the lady, Fenris said, "My dear; there is nothing to be sorry for. You did not ask for those things to happen to you. You did not expect to come into this Forest and run into myself. So I think it is I that must apologize to you for being so forward; I thought you were someone that I lost in a dream, but you aren't she. I don't even know who are my dear."
"So who are you and what brings you into these woods?"
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Sept 27, 2005 10:18:38 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Sept 27, 2005 10:18:38 GMT
And of course, she had been right. He did assume her to be another, that other black wolf. Still, she sat there, snuggled against him, comforted by the someone she didn't know, and had never seen before. His wolf form... it had been so much larger than any she had met, even the wolves he had outgrown. How could one get to such a size? However, the woman didn't dwell on such a thought or two. The blue eyes pooled, loosing their pupils to a puddle of ice as she spoke a little louder in her reply.
"I've come... seeking solitude and defence as I have done for so long. My name is Sealla Maclair." But instead of doing anything predictable, as if in a transe-like state, Sealla tilted her head to her right, which was the man's open collar. Her lips met with his bare skin for a few moments, only to be broken from him. Not even she could tell if it was a kiss thriving with passion or greatfulness of his willing arms protecting her for these sparing minutes. By moving as she did to kiss him, her long black hair which was being stroked by his hands interwove itself between his fingers.
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Sept 30, 2005 2:07:32 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Sept 30, 2005 2:07:32 GMT
"Sealla", softly murmured Fenris, "Sealla......such an interesting name; perhaps you could tell me how you came by such a name sometime in the future. But now there are more important things to worry about for the moment; such as what you indeed to do. The Forest does not warmly welcome strangers and there are many more beasts than lycans that might try to kill you out here. The scent of the Tunnels is about you and such a scent can spell death in these woods, so it might be best if you returned to the Tunnels for the night."
"Yet I am not one to force you to do anything; is for you to decide for yourself", said Fenris as his tightened a bit form being kissed and as he continued to stroke her hair. "Well; what is the verdict?"
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Oct 1, 2005 2:36:44 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 1, 2005 2:36:44 GMT
He didn't want her here, was that it? It didn't matter that much, really, since he was just another stranger. Another person she didn't know, and probably wouldn't ever get to know, dispite her urge to learn more about him. Maybe this was his territory. But, how could that be? His scent wasn't wafting through each breath she took. Well, when she wasn't curled up against him, that is.
The woman, lifting her head upright so that his hands lost the grip of her hair, shuffled away from him by a few metres. "I don't want to go back there, I'm not welcome. I'm more welcome here, with you, than I am in their home." Perhaps I'm just better off as a nomad... Sealla whispered to herself within her mind. Not once had she found a place to stay, and it was seeming like her first thoughts were the best ones; stay for no longer than a month.
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Oct 2, 2005 1:32:15 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 2, 2005 1:32:15 GMT
With sigh, Fenrir rose to his feet and walked over to where Sealla had shuffled off to. The poor girl; it seemed that no one cared about her and when he showed her compassion and concern; she turned away from him. So had she finally seen it in him as all the other lycans had; what Fenris Fenrir truely was? Well then; perhaps it was better than if she left the woods and sought her fortune elsewhere. But inside him; this fatherly urge told him to try and stay the young and turbulent woman in front of him.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, Fenris said with a sigh and a weak smile, "I did not say that you have to leave; I said that it would be wise if you sought better company. Here in the Forest it is every beast for themselves. If you want to stay here; I am more than willing to let you, it is just do you want to stay here? Because there is a whole world out there for you to explore Sealla; it might not be the best thing to settle down in one place like this Forest. But if you want to stay here; you are more than welcome."
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Oct 2, 2005 2:46:45 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 2, 2005 2:46:45 GMT
She really didn't want to go. But, perhaps it was best for her to. But the forest, it seemed so welcoming. Even though it was 'every beast for itself' as the man had said, it didn't hold the hardness of one species against the same. Well, apart from the Tunnel Lycans and the Forest Lycans. The second pack didn't seem so hard on Sealla each time she had come into the forest. Her small hand lifted to rest atop his which was on her shoulder.
A smile of appreciation danced over her lips toward him. "I know it's not all that safe here, but it's no less safe anywhere else," Sealla almost whispered. His features were so well chiselled, it was a wonder that he wasn't a creation of the Gods themselves. "Can..." Upon second thoughts, the woman didn't think it safe to ask such a thing. But then, why couldn't she ask? "Can I stay... with you?" Clear affection shone through her sapphire eyes, locking his gaze with hers.
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