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running around leaving scars - Ice - Apr 18, 2012 [dohtml]
running around leaving scars - Ava - Apr 19, 2012 Rarely ever did one describe feeling empty inside as a thing of pleasantry; it was more often associated with a painful numbness and desolate depression. To be fair there was a little numbness in Ava's experience, particularly of her extremities, but that was caused more by the night wind whipping her toes rather than some soul-eroding grief within her heart. She felt the lightness as though she were laying upon a golden cloud rather than the near-frozen earth, elated by the absolute nothing that existed in her mind for the moment. Ava didn't know how to describe what was typical behavior for her - sometimes she wondered if she was too impulsive to have "typical" behaviors - but regardless she knew this kind of absolute, stopped-mind happiness was an extremely rare occurance. As plain as she looked on outwardly was a bona fides indictator of her inner silence. Those amber eyes of hers weren't bright with any form of emotion, they were just shining on their own, alive, free. And for a while they stared directly up ahead, until she turned her head and directed her fiery gaze at Ice's cool, silver-toned eyes. His humor never failed to catch her, laughing gently so as to not disturb the bruises at his cloud comment. But instead of responding to his thought she merely mused aloud, "We could be best friends, you know?" There wasn't sadness in her voice, as though she were lamenting their existances, that he was a Swift River wolf and she was a Poison Path wolf and they were supposed to be at odds like spitting cats. Rather, she felt quite fine about her observation. Once the bad times passed, good times could arise once again. And she knew that their friendship would be one of her good times. Providing she wasn't like slaughtered or something anytime soon, but Ava really didn't foresee that in her future the way she anticipated the closeness between her and the pale-bodied male at her side. But that was all she said, glancing away before her thoughts went a-reeling again. Luckily Ice spoke once more, preventing the spark in her mind from flaming. "Maybe that's a good thing, to finally be free of some itch that you couldn't stop scratching? I mean its definitely weird... I've never heard such a silence in my own head." She laughed a little again, realizing her description made her sound almost like a psychopath. Ava knew she was far from her psychotic break, though, and that Ice would understand what she meant. Instinctively she followed his lead when he wriggled closer; the temptation of warmth pushing her a little closer to him as well. So when he reached out to scoop her forward she was actually quite grateful and in return would roll toward his warmth and press her wind-frozen face into the nameless male's fluffy chest, disregarding how unpleasant her cold nose probably would be to him, and exhaled happily, "Ah coo pwobwy full asweep hurr." That would be the best ending to this night - to let go of the threads holding her awake and to let her body sink into the ground in a full rest someplace she knew she was safe and sound. Of course, she couldn't. Eventually she would have to return home. But for now, the fantasy was enough. running around leaving scars - Ice - Apr 20, 2012 [dohtml]
wrap it up in your next post? and I've absolutely loved this thread, one of my favorites! <3 running around leaving scars - Ava - Apr 20, 2012 (yesss <3 this was such an awesome thread!) Sleep was doing its damn best to take Ava from her consciousness, only half aware of his playful nip of punishment and her own laugh in response. In her body she could feel the draining of all energy while her breaths deepened each by each, while every second responses became more and more difficult to make. Truth to be told, I could fall asleep here, too. In fact, I'd love to. They shared the sentiment much like they shared so recently discovered curious little similarities. It was altogether too comfortable to remain still as she was and to give in to temptation. Where they lay was warm, and safe, much unlike the cold-hardened night that surrounded the two wolves. Yet, while her body was slowly escaping the awakeness, her mind was incapable of letting go of the notion that she had a belonging, and a duty, and she had to face reality by morning come. Goodbyes were always sad, regardless of occasion, but she hadn't expected it to feel so heartbreaking when she pushed away from Ice, rolling on to her belly and rising to her height. It was difficult work thanks to all of her muscles having checked out for the night, but in her mind she was aware of the repercussions if she stayed the night. "I can't," Ava finally admitted sorrowfully, holding herself small. Her lack of eagerness was quite apparent in her uncertain posture and mournful gaze. "They're quite on top of things back home. Everybody is almost hyperaware. Don't know why, it's almost as if we have some kind of threat breathing down our necks." She joked, though in her words there was truth. Athena seemed to be taking her role entirely seriously - on her daily hunts and explorations she would always catch sight of the white female running the borders, sniffing and marking and being absolutely sure the home that Naira would bring her little ones into was absolutely safe. Ava felt a pang of guilt for being the quiet stranger; it probably made their lives more difficult not knowing if they could fully trust her yet. It wasn't anyone's fault, truth be told, as much as she would have liked to been able to place the blame on someone rather than herself. But if she spent a night away from the packlands, with a wolf her pack feared, there would only be Ava to blame for a lack of trust to follow. Ava's brilliant gaze fell upon Ice once again, nearly drinking in the sight of him. There was not even an agnomen with which she could identify Ice but she knew she would not forget the male, not his eyes nor his fur nor his scent. Satisfied that she would recognize him anywhere, she let herself become theatrical one last time, bowing her dark head and giving her goodbye with a grave tone: "Until we meet again." But she made sure the last thing he'd see of her was a genuine smile, reflected in her eyes as it played along her lips, before she turned away, retreating into the darkness, and her former place was consumed with the night. running around leaving scars - Ice - Apr 20, 2012 [dohtml]
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