† Cealla †
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Post by † Cealla † on Jan 22, 2006 5:46:45 GMT
It was a beautiful dream, and she didn't want to ever have to wake up. But beautiful dreams are also the kind of dreams that tend to turn ugly the quickest- they are the kind that can go right from happy and enchanted into dark and filled with death. And this was a beautiful dream indeed- the young lycaness was being visited by someone she hadn't even met yet. There was a warm and furry pelt curled up next to her dream-self, who was older than she was right now. How could she know that she loved someone before she had ever even met them? But there he was; she was sure of it. A lycan, like herself, sleeping next to her dream-self. It was beautiful.
But every that is beautiful must be shattered. It is almost an unwritten law.
At first, he was just nibbling on her neck playfully, and her dream self was laughing. But the next thing she knew, he had grown fangs. And was no longer just nibbling, he was biting down so hard that it was drawing blood. She felt herself cry out and try to get away, but it was too late. He had her in his grips, and his paws were around her so tight that she couldn't get away. And then she cried as he clutched her tightly and dug into her neck again, spilling her blood all over the fresh washed stone floor... and there was no escape this time; nobody to save her.
But the real Cealla awoke then, in a tangled mess of bedsheets and new pj pants. And, upon opening her teary blue eyes, she decided that she needed a bit of hot chocolate, perhaps with some marshmellows. And a good roaring fire to sit in front of, until all of her thoughts melted away. So she threw a blanket around her shoulders and left her little room, leaving a sleeping Alissa behind and praying that she wouldn't awaken anyone else.
ooc: -grins- I just felt like I really needed to write a post... and anyone is free to reply.
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Lyra
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Lycan
From the Stars
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Post by Lyra on Jan 23, 2006 20:23:33 GMT
Lyra was not used to her new home yet. She had arrived in the Lycan Tunnels a week ago, and still feared she would wake up to find everything that had happened was merely a dream. The reality that she had found a place she could stay had yet to sink in, though she was growing more comfortable by the day. She just worried that something would change, leaving her alone once more.
It was thoughts like these that kept Lyra awake at night. Tonight, much like the past several nights, she stayed up long past the other lycans, choosing instead to curl up and watch the fire. A thick gray blanket rested around her shoulders, warding off whatever chill lingered in the air.
Lyra sighed, brushing back a strand of black hair that had fallen into her eyes. She watched as the fire greedily claimed the logs she had just placed in it, the flames licking upward to scorch even the highest of points. The piercing gaze of jade orbs darted about the room, taking in her surroundings in the flickering light of the fire. Shadows painted the walls, occasionally shifting in an odd imitation of life.
The soft padding of footsteps drew the girl's attention from the shadows, gaze shifting to look deeper into the tunnels. A small form soon became visible, that of a girl- smaller than herself- with a blanket draped about her shoulders. Lyra watched the girl curiously for a moment before rising from her position next to the fire, blanket falling forgotten to the floor.
"Hello," she said softly, voice barely a whisper. She watched the young lycan, hoping the other wouldn't perceive her as a threat. Head canted to the side in consideration for the briefest of moments before she turned to the fire, snagging several pieces of wood from a nearby pile. Kneeling, she placed the logs carefully within the hearth, watching as the fire quickly rose to consume the fuel. Only once she was satisfied that the fire was once more well-stocked did she turn back to the girl, a small smile gracing her features.
"I hope I didn't wake you," she murmured, moving back to retrieve her blanket from the floor. "I couldn't sleep, so I came out here."
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† Cealla †
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Post by † Cealla † on Jan 24, 2006 19:55:33 GMT
She hadn't even noticed the woman sitting by the fire until she'd chanced to look up, and even then she paid her no mind. One of Xavier's friends, no doubt, to stay for either the month or for longer. At this point she'd decided it wasn't worth the trouble that it took to care about who he permitted into the pack, just so long as they stuck to themselves and didn't try to mother her. That was one thing she hated. Her younger childhood years had been excellent, but now she didn't want anyone to try and take the place of the mother that she had loved so dear.
"No." She replied simply, crossing over to one of the small shelves that was against the wall. "You didn't wake me. I just came out for a bit of a snack." One of her pale hands reached up and plucked a box of cocoa mix off of the top shelf, and then a mug from the second shelf down. Then there was always the matter of hot water... so she next reached for the kettle. With all of these items flung into her blanket, she proceeded to fill the kettle up with water.
After that was done, she hung the kettle over the fire and then lay down beside it. She didn't mind lying on the floor- she'd spent many night sleeping on the ground rather than in her own bed, and over time she had grown used to it. Next to her she kept the mug and the mix, for when the water began to get hot enough. Until then, she stared into the fire with great intensity.
The flames leapt and crackled, casting shadows that jumped out and reflected off of her face. How enchanting fire could be; enchanting and almost beautiful. Beautiful, but also dangerous. There were few things in the world that were like that. Sealla was like that, or so she had heard. She had to have been beautiful if Xavier had loved her so. Being dangerous, however, was a quality that she had seen more often than she'd liked. Cealla had never gotten the chance to see her grandmother when she wasn't so burdened... a terrible shame.
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Rogue
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Snow-covered paws.
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Post by Rogue on Jan 25, 2006 6:52:25 GMT
The night was a crisp one, chilled to the brim with thickets of snow and puddles of water here and there. The warmer months were coming, and it turned the untouchable blankets of white substance to dirty masses of sludge and melted mess. Rogue was never too fond of these months, but once she found her footing, it was the easiest time to hunt, for all the animals were waking from a long winter, and each one seemed to suffer jelly legs on the slippery earth.
Walking on all fours silently through the forest, she parted each pad under her furry paws carefully to shift away any slushing mud that might make a squelching noise under her weight. Although she had already made her kill, and eaten it out in the cold, Rogue continued to value silence in life, and so wherever she could create it, she would savor it. Even if it was getting very late.
Her pelt was damp and a serene wind hung in the air, making everything seem heavier than it was. She had feasted on a deer tonight, and it had been so very long since she had eaten anything but rabbits, so her belly was quite content. Trudging easily through the forest she rounded the outskirts and ducked down a long streamline of bush, making her way to the tunnel entrance.
Padding down inside slowly, on muddy paws, the sleek white she-wolf entered the abode and the warmth from the fire in the dimly lit room struck her to the heart like a wave of emotion. She paused a moment, to sigh, letting a puff of white air raise itself off her cold muzzle, before her amethyst eyes darted sideways to see the two figures by the fire.
Her nose was far too frozen for her to take in any scents properly, so she made her way into the light, the stains of brownish-red blood on her muzzle and coat were now visible. The flecks of silver in her eyes lit up as the reflective glow of the fire engulfed her figure in light, making her seem almost ghostly.
Hello you two. She said softly, through telepathy. She knew Cealla well, and admired the young pup a great deal, while the other lycaness she had met only a few nights ago in the tunnels. Rogue chanced a glance at the green-eyed lycaness' leg, curious as to whether the wound she had tended to had healed nicely.
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