† Cealla †
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Post by † Cealla † on Oct 16, 2005 19:43:47 GMT
But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn though the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice, which you slowly recognized as your own that kept you company. [/center] And so it would be. With a heavy heart but perhaps more determination than needed, Cealla managed to find her way out of the forest and back to the lakeside. She didn't really have a destination in mind, though it was growing dark out. Though she didn't fear the students of the school, she did fear another encounter with the vampires. From what she heard, the ones who had killed Kayla and Jagger still resided in the Caves. They were the last creature she wished to run into in the dark, despite the fact that she had grown since that bloody night. She stole through the near darkness like a shadow, quickly darting from hiding place to hiding place so as not to be spotted. It was that exact time of night where the sun had only just set but the sky was still slightly illuminated, allowing only a single star to be seen as the moon slowly began to appear. This was Cealla's favorite time of day; the time when her pelt could hide her but she could still faintly see the sun in the sky. Maybe, after taking some time to think of recent events, she would be able to figure out what she was going to do. Where she was going to go. For right now there was nothing that bound her to either the forests or the tunnels. The forest simply didn't suit her; it made her feel more like a wild wolf of the old tales than a young lycan. It all felt so very old and barren to her, along with the unwanted residence of Fenris and the woman-who-wasn't-Sealla. As for the Tunnels... there were too many bad memories. She couldn't stand it any longer. Along with Xavier forgetting to come back for her and Alissa- obviously he only care for himself and winning back the heart of the Sealla impostor. She could deal with that. Her mother had left her; her father had left her, and so she was able to accept it. Slinking along on her belly, she soon came to an absolutely huge tree with a small opening at the bottom. It smelled strongly of fox but she was fairly sure that the creature wasn't there; the smell was old and not that powerful. It seemed like the perfect place for her to spend the night, considering that the hole was hard to find and concealed by the huge branches of the tree. Yes, it really was ideal. Crawling in, her blue eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness that enveloped her. The air was suprisingly warm if not slightly muggy, but she knew that it was the best place for tonight. At least she was away from all her troubles, free from the quarrels and broken promises. Here she could be safe and free to do as she pleased, for the little hole felt as though it had no limits. Utter freedom. As you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do- determined to save the only life you could save. [/center] Poem Credit goes to Mary Oliver, 'The Journey'.
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†Amelia†
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Tunnel Lycan
-Rebuilding my Memory-
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Post by †Amelia† on Oct 23, 2005 14:01:53 GMT
ooc: I apologize in advance for my posts...I know they ain't up to your standard...
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Amelia walked absent mindedly along the lake's edge, her simple white dress blowing behind her as she went. 'Mia was holding a few different kinds of flowers, which as she walked she plucked their petals and dropped them to the floor.
The pink eyed female had been out since the crack of dawn, exploring the grounds trying to familiarize herself with her surroundings again. It was now growing dark, and because Amelia wasn't eating properly, she felt the cold night falling in.
Shivering, Amelia looked out to the still lake, and sighed. She didn't want to go back to the tunnels tonight-that place seemed so dark...the atmosphere heavy.
Instead the brunette decided to stay out the night...watch the night sky and just collect her thoughts. Walking away from the lake's edge she sat down beside some bushes. Pulling her legs up to her chest she then arranged her dress so that it covered her completely.
Something major was missing from her life; Amelia could feel it. But what was it?
Laying down onto her back, she turned her head to get comfy, and then noticed a hole. Normally she would have just over looked it, but for some reason she was intensely interested in it. Crawling closer she peered in; darkness. Slowly, Amelia reached out her right hand, and cautiously plunged it into the black abyss.
Searching...but for what?
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† Cealla †
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Post by † Cealla † on Oct 23, 2005 20:50:43 GMT
OOC: No, it just means I have wayyy too much free time. BIC: Fear defeated me. And yet; not in faith and not in madness but with the courage I thought my dream deserved, I stepped outside. It was gone. [/center] The small hole was suprisingly warm for this time of year, since the pup's furry body heat caused it to act like a little oven. Her breaths came evenly as she began to fall asleep, perfectly content in every way for the first time in a long time. In her human form she likely wouldn't have fit into the tiny hole, but it was actually the perfect size for a wolf. It had been so ideal and so left up to chance, but she adored it in every way. Even if she didn't decide to stay by the lakeside, it would still be a lovely place to come to every now and again. Her dreams were nothing special, merely a blur of action in black-and-white that she would likely not remember once she awoke. And though she wasn't sleeping in her own bed, she suprisingly felt just as comfortable sleeping upon the bare earth than the synthetic fabric. Instead, her wolfish muzzle rested only on one of the tree roots, acting as her pillow for the night. Suddenly, she was ripped from her dreams as she felt a hand groping around, reaching in only inches from her furry black pelt. For a moment she was too groggy to even understand what this hand was trying to do- was it Xavier, perhaps? Maybe he had come looking for her. But the hand didn't smell like it belonged to Xavier; it was a bit different and more feminine... There was the temptation to bite it simply out of annoyance, but she did know that the hand belonged to a fellow lycan and not just a stupid student. Hence she resigned herself to only nudge it a bit with her head first, then butted it straight on as she attempted to poke her head from her little home. The whole lakeside was dark spare for the moonlight, though she was unable to make out the features upon the intruder's face. Her nose didn't give her much help, for the scent was like a mix of most of the lycans that she had come to know over the past months. "Who are you?" She questioned, her voice sharp but not forceful. If the person just wanted to leave on their own, so be it. Cealla was going to be the last one to suggest that she stick around for a prolonged chat; especially after what had just happened to her in the forest. Did I actually reach out my arms towards it, towards paradise falling, like the fading of the dearest, wildest hope- the dark heart of the story that is all, the reason for it's telling? [/center] Once again, poem credit goes to Mary Oliver.
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Arsenic
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"I am hollow and I will live forever.."
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Post by Arsenic on Oct 23, 2005 20:58:56 GMT
OOC: Cealla does not know her mother's scent?
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† Cealla †
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Post by † Cealla † on Oct 23, 2005 21:25:07 GMT
OOC: Well, she came back from the dead; I doubt she would smell the same.
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