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Not a Contest, Nor a Conquest - Kade - Nov 29, 2011 His lungs would explode if pushed any harder, suffocating despite their efforts and the air that was forced inside of them and sucked right back out; his feet would bleed, poked, cut, throbbing; his eyes could not see past what his heart could feel, clouding his mind with the murk that took him so long to overcome in the first place. He remembered now why he had been alone for so long, why he had wandered, why he had run, and why he had stopped running. Being close to anyone or anything was too risky and not worth the cost, which was his wellbeing. Perhaps he had only began to embrace his real identity before it was lost, again, swept away by currents of warmth and temptation and what should feel right; except, things didn't feel right at all. On the contrary, it was all wrong, and it made his insides twist and churn torturously. He knew that he'd made the right decision - that was not questionable. But now the shine was worn, much like his spirit, and the dullness that remained was far from inviting. A blur of black, he sped through the landscape as it clawed at his body, ripping his flesh as he hoped it would rip through his soul, remaining now only in fragments. His silver eyes were on fire, radiating with the energy that fueled his war against himself, too beautiful to belong to a body that felt so broken. The male could have navigated in and out of the twists and turns of the wood unharmed, but the feeling of pain was invigorating compared to the static that he didn't feel otherwise. He would fight with himself in the dark of the night, in the woods, ghastly as they might be, until there was nothing left but the blood, sprayed and spilled, seeping into the freezing earth. Not a Contest, Nor a Conquest - Jaysyek - Dec 23, 2011 *bumps to present* [dohtml]
Head swirled with a blaze of pain, arching like lightning along the carved points of her skull. It's origin had been her heart, and the physical pressure had built upward for escape. It couldn't escape, there was no outlet to release it from. She could not growl, it would not be enough. What was crying any more? No tears could leak from her eyes, the melancholy only glimmered in her mismatching eyes depths; she was too broken to cry. Neither could the silver wolf could sing a song, it would be tragically beautiful, and obvious of the churning torment, and sleeping rage. It took a lot of her mind to hold it tight within her. Bits and pieces of it may have come to the surface letting loose when in a hunt, or in defense of a stranger snooping to close. Most of it was forced back into the dark corners where it would be held at bay under a tight lock. It battered at it's cage demanding to be let free, to escape from her. If only it would be that easy, if only one thing would let it release being no more part of her. Not a Contest, Nor a Conquest - Kade - Dec 23, 2011 Driving him deeper into the heartless tangle of wood was his own self-loathing; a disappointment in himself, a tinge of fear for what the future may or may not behold for him, a yearning for her affections which seemed so distant now that winter had descended upon them all. Where was his place in this life, after all, without her side to return to at each day's bittersweet end? Where did be belong now, after giving up his selfish life as a loner, among his family? Certainly, he belonged to her still. Ripping and plundering through deadened brush, the dark figure's focus was dedicated only to progression, to a hope for hope, and faith that the black of his doubts would dissipate eventually. Yet, before he would reach the point for which he strived, somewhere forward, an unlikely voice called out from the shadow behind. In an instant the brute's hindquarters dropped, bloodied hind legs skidding into the frozen earth underfoot as his body was surrounded in a cloud of dust. The expanse and collapse of his chest was rapid as he gasped for air, his body quivering from its exertions. In a slow motion moment of consideration, the male's broad head dropped, eyes closing as if somehow defeated, breath like a fog as it clashed with the chilling night air. Jaysyek. She was not to be run from, an intention never to be his own. A reinforcement of the fact that she never failed to appear in his darkest hours, her presence - though still out of sight - broke the wild in him. His thoughts shifted effortlessly from his own afflictions to her. Had she followed his ghastly path? Perhaps she was closer than he'd thought, far from home as he was. A deep breath was all he knew to calm his speeding heart as he turned backward, iron eyes roving the wood for her figure as his musculature rippled and twitched beneath his thick coat. Without a second thought, he pressed forward toward where her voice had echoed out into the night. Only a few steps were necessary, and there she was to save him before he destroyed himself - an angel. His angel. He did not think of the blood that saturated parts of him, nor the racking of his breathing, nor the cold that ripped through his fur as the gusts came and went. Silver eyes answered to her, locking to her own of ice and gold. Although his own hurt and rage had brought him to this place, he could see a parallel of emotions in his companion's face. No words were offered, as there were none to explain his being here or why, a matter of little importance as the female stood before him, ever elegant. The male's head lowered slightly as he approached her, analyzing the situation and the spectrum of emotion between them. The comfort of her scent drew his muzzle close to her warm body, and for a moment he nestled his snout beneath the fur of her neck gently. If anything, he did not want the leadess to observe his weakness, as it was the unexplainable reason for his departure from the hollow; but as he offered the greeting and an appreciation for her, he could feel her tension, hear the thumping of her heart. Taking a step back, he gazed warmly into her, looking over her face and body to be sure she was unharmed. "I'm here." Not a Contest, Nor a Conquest - Jaysyek - Dec 30, 2011 [dohtml]
Sides rose, and fell in rapid motions while her jaws were parted trying to catch greater bits of oxygen. Certain he was deaf to her words she did not stop the chase, but pressed onward hoping to catch him. It would be only one step to merely continue when his quivering form would stir the light dirt, and he would stop his running. With her ears cupped forward she leaned her weight upon her front limbs, her eyes bright, and drawn to his shaking muscles. Own muscles tense she slowly took a small step closer trying to decide why he appeared conquered by unknown defeat. Her banner level behind her, and she stopped just waiting. Something she did a lot of, but she dare not break his personal space like she had when she had first met him. Not a Contest, Nor a Conquest - Kade - Jan 04, 2012 Notice was hardly taken of the blood that laced the male's winter coat. If anything, his mind felt more marred. The race through the wood seemed only a blur now as he winced momentarily in response to the stiff texture of his companion's tongue as it probed his wounds. His thoughts were scattered, at best, and he wondered on the nature of their recurring midnight meetings as he watched her over his own broad shoulders. What a gem, she certainly was. The brute faced forward as his neck began to tense from the unnatural, straining angle, mindfully licking traces of blood from scratches on his lips. Not a Contest, Nor a Conquest - Jaysyek - Jan 07, 2012 [dohtml]
Motion of his body she stopped afraid she was hurting him worse, and when he said nothing she carefully continued trying not to agitate his muscles further. The silver cloaked wolf tried to concentrate on the task at hand rather than her juggled thoughts. It was easy to continue cleaning at the scratches, finding the next, instead of acknowledging anything else. She circled to his other side, still silent, her eyes she hoped nothing but empty. She thought maybe nothing would be said, and they would merely continue home letting it be nothing. Not a Contest, Nor a Conquest - Kade - Jan 16, 2012 What was it about Jaysyek Enap Lyall that never failed to capture him? One day she had appeared and all the days that followed chronicled a changed, and changing life - his life. Throughout time, there are those who come, make an imprint, and usually fade into history with the passing seasons; and then there are those who come, and perhaps go, yet one way or the other they are carried close forever, tucked away in the lost souls of those who wander away. She was one of the latter beings, an entity that, though she may not be aware of it herself, had an uncanny ability to bring light to every darkness. These thoughts were among other that crossed his mind as he stood calmly, allowing the female to cleanse his wounds, as she somehow always did. He knew by her silence that she had much to say, as he did, but would not. Ever since she had accepted him into her family - and what a beautiful family it really was - there were many words that he'd kept from her. Things that he may have once shared with her were being chronologically locked away in the prison of his mind, perhaps where they belong. Where many aspects of life had once seemed quite simple, more so by her side than not, now he was aware of her many roles as a mother, leader, friend, damn near the backbone of the pack. There was no time for him, something he knew honestly from the start. How could he ever ask for anything more than her companionship - her time, her energy, her attention? The thought alone provoked a sickening guilt. It was not her fault that he kept her so close. As he had watched days pass and summer turn to fall, and fall to winter, their bond had remained strong, but the distance between them was gently ripping away at him. Though it was a bitter pill to swallow, he had accepted it. And so the ice of his gaze fell upon her, somberly taking in the layers of her creamy coat as he held his own tongue, believing that there was little he could say that would not likely hurt her, the last thing he ever wanted. That would not hurt him. "Is everything alright? Not that i'm surprised to see you out of bed in the middle of the night, but I figured perhaps I would be the only wolf out here at this hour," the words were a dull throbbing in his chest despite their mediocre content. For a fleeting moment he wished that she'd not found him - he wasn't sure he was done self-destructing. Not a Contest, Nor a Conquest - Jaysyek - Jan 18, 2012 [dohtml]
The silence was a barrier locked tightly around them, fragile, and breakable. She hated to be the first to part it.Plenty a thought rushed through her mind. The simplest of ones of her memories in no particular order, and the remembrance of Indru's advice, the future of Grizzly Hollow - her future. Not a Contest, Nor a Conquest - Kade - Jan 18, 2012 A feeling of weight rested in his chest as Jaysyek held her silence. It seemed that she wanted to speak, but perhaps couldn't find the words, a familiar situation for he, himself. Eventually she would sit, her posture breaking as though she'd fallen from a perch and broken her wings. Supportively, instinctually, he rolled to his haunches slowly beside her, lowering his own head enough to look into her eyes as she first spoke her explanation, though her own gaze searched the darkness of the wood. Can I tell you something? He could tell it was more of a statement than a question; surely she knew he'd do anything for her, including listen. The charcoal brute offered no answer, hoping not to interrupt her train of thought. She spoke the words that she was willing to share, and the muscles of his back, neck, and jaws began to clench tightly in light of the telling suspense, as if to brace for a long fall. It was the answer to the mystery, everything and nothing he'd expected. Not a Contest, Nor a Conquest - Jaysyek - Jan 20, 2012 [dohtml]
When he sat beside both pain, and relief struck. She did not react, though inside she was scolding herself for her mistakes. She could continue to explain her life, they way she was. But she had not shared her past with anyone, and she was being too stuborn to say more knowing it would not end well if any more sad memories would be revived. The last thing she wanted was pity. She had had a good life, it was only a little rocky here, and there. |