Wild Cherry Orchard enough to make my systems blow

@Beelzebub

With her future high on the rise, or so she felt, Anastasia could not have been happier. Reaper was doing as he had promised her, telling her that she would have a wonderful life where a pack would look up to her as she was ‘pure’. This, she thought she understood as a nice thing because she had a pure white skin. It did make her different than others, but being different was never a bad thing. Anastasia welcomed the difference in others, just as she hoped that Lachesis would overcome whatever doubts he had and see that their future companion would be their respectable leader.

Over the past few days the Pure One had given them specific instructions for how they were going to go about making this group of theirs, Anastasia saw this as a wonderful idea. Though, she wasn’t going to tell anyone what these plans were because they were secret. No one was supposed to know, aside from them because this was Reaper’s idea and his secret to share. So Anastasia simply went about her normal business, leaving the two boys to do whatever they wanted so long as she went to go explore the lands that they could potentially be a part of.

With slow strides she walked along the edges of the Blackberry Fields, squirting the territory almost before wandering directly into what seemed like an orchard. A wonderful, colorful arrangement that left Anastasia with a grin upon her face… especially when she noticed that one of the trees had left a few on the ground like a taste test.

Jumping ceremoniously towards the miraculous gift, she sniffed it carefully and took it into her mouth, finding that it definitely tasted sweet and juicy. It was a wonderful taste but one crunch and she realized that there was something in it that she couldn’t quite bite into it. Reluctantly she spat out the crunchy object that she couldn’t bite into, staring at it for moments before realizing that these had seeds.

Continuing on through the territory, Ana occasionally picked up a cherry from the ground but had to be extra careful about how she ate it. The last thing she wanted was to swallow the cherry’s seed.

by Sarah

(This post was last modified: Jun 09, 2013, 04:28 PM by Anastasia.)

i'd love more threads, so message me if you'd like one!
looking for friends, potential love interests and role-inspired threads!

His path so far within the lands of Relic Lore were dull at best. His extension of exploration going as far as 'birthing' in the Blackberry Fields, traveling south east to pack territory in Swift River and then once more, up again. His time as of yet had for the most part been to himself, learning himself. The demon was mastering the body which now belonged to him, with the wolf's soul ether torn out in the transition or so far gone within the back of his mind that he could not be heard a whisper of. Beelzebub was of himself and of no one else. He took much consideration of the lands, as well, taking time in the areas which he had past to place them to some sort of memory as he rest, hunt, and pissed within them. He had no one to follow and no one to command and his interactions had been brief and all physical. The wound of his flank and ankle had all but healed to scabs and yet again, he felt himself renewed and eager for mission and purpose. Each step to corruption and disruption had been quick and simple. He wanted more. Craved more.

His path this time did not pass the Orchid but came slithering directly into it, his body manner lazy and bold, ears perked high and a crooked grin upon his expression. The weasel of a wolf scurries forth, toeing along the tree-line of the Orchid as he takes note that now he is no longer alone. He is met with a shorter woman, about his size though obviously small for her breed of Arctic a fact about her he understood but only assumed the information of the species was from 'the wolf's' memories left ripe for Beelzebub's picking. She is bright in all manners, light and carefree and beautiful. Her innocence radiates in a manner which is intoxicating for the villain and it causes him to move a bit closer. For the time, he does not speak, but watches, all peeping tom like, with a lick of his lips.

Anastasia began to grow weary of travels, though couldn’t seem to resist the urge to eat more of these cherries on her move. They were simply tempting, so irresistible and juicy even when the seeds needed to be spit out. It was a surprise that no other wolf was here to sample its magical taste, but it meant more for her. There was shade for her to lie under and water was sure to be nearby so that she could bathe. There was surely no decent soul that could say no to these cherries and if so, perhaps they weren’t a decent soul at all?

After clearing a space underneath one of the trees she lowered herself graceful upon her stomach and rolled over to so that her stomach was exposed to the foliage above. Anastasia wiggled a few times, scratching her back amongst the lush green grass and leaving not itch unsatisfied. The sun soon uncovered itself, pushing aside the crowd of clouds, and showered down upon Anastasia who had rolled over so that her back faced the sky once more. Closing her eyes, she pictured the delicate balance of nature that was displayed around her and could not have pictured a better day for such an adventure.

The Orchard would be a place for Lachesis, she was sure. He would enjoy these cherries just as she did, find that it enriched a part of nature that might be lost. Though, she couldn’t share this with just anybody—they needed to see the Orchard only if they would see it as if through her eyes.

by Sarah

i'd love more threads, so message me if you'd like one!
looking for friends, potential love interests and role-inspired threads!

She continues her eating, moving each plump, red fruit through the delicacy of her slender muzzle and then rolling the inedible off the tip of her salmon tongue. His own jaws part, tongue moving in slow motion along the length of inky black lips. He moves in, the sun peering from parting clouds to burn the black of his coat and brighten the pale grey which forever left his coating at odds with itself. Perhaps this black or white coloration was beautiful, an odd mixing quality which he had yet to see in others. Though any beauty of the world or of himself was swallowed by his obvious greed for much more. A lust, even so, to supply the world with corruption, chaos and deceit. It had not started with Anastasia and it would not end with her, ether. However, her day had come and so, did he.

He inches forth, stopping in his movements only as she flips once more onto her belly. There is no clearing of his throat, no greeting or excuse for his sudden presence upon her. Only the crunching of footsteps allows her to know he has arrived and the huffing of his deep breaths. "And if they are poison?" He speaks, referring to the sweet cherries she has engulfed, tainting her white fur with a glossing of pink shade at her lips. He awaits, hopes, for a flash of fear to cross her expression, though perhaps she is not as ignorant and naive as he made her out to be. After all, the more beautiful they were, often the more dim and dull.

Never in the time that she had been here had she even remotely considered these cherries could have been poisonous. Perhaps it was her mind to believe that everything was safe and harmless that she assumed that just because they were pretty on the outside, meant that they were pretty on the inside too. Her view on the life since she had gotten here had been quite simple and flowery, finding nothing that scared her like her past had, so why start now? After finishing the last cherry and rolling upon the ground on her back, she began to pick up a slightly unfamiliar scent but it was still lost on her. That was, until she sensed its presence from the sound of footsteps not too far off.

Immediately she rolled to her stomach, positioning so she could face him properly and observed his statement curiously. “Well, then I’ll be dead soon enough.” Though, she said this with humor as she doubted that they were poisonous at this point. After all she had had plenty of them and she would have been dead by now and it would have been bloody—a cherry blood flavor, most likely. “Why would you think these are poisonous?” They were growing beautifully in this orchard and it didn’t seem like there were any skeletons or dead bodies around? If those weren’t present then she wouldn’t see why having a nice cherry snack wouldn’t be appetizing to a wandering woman. They were tasteful and that was all that mattered, right?

by Sarah

i'd love more threads, so message me if you'd like one!
looking for friends, potential love interests and role-inspired threads!

Failure. Perhaps she was not as foolish as he had made her out to be, for he was certain that her first comment would have meant she already knew what these fruits were. No one wanted to die, after all. Even those who hated life, who things to harm themselves, all in the long run begged for mercy when death stared them in the face - when he stared them in the face. He smirks then, light, to her own question, his eyes turning upwards and squinting at the sun's light, viewing the birds about the orchid trees picking at the same fruit this woman had been only moments prior. "I don't." Else they would not be eating them ether. "You are who?" He then asks, the words odd on his tongue and as he looks back down, his features seem to hint that he was at some odds with himself. Having conversation, mainly as simple as this, was unbecoming of him. Down right weird. Without form, he needed not these things. He could whisper words of temptation in anothers ear. He could bring about a push to knock someone into the road of on-coming traffic. He could entice those killers to open themselves up to the world. But form meant a further manipulation, one with a face and one who was very much, in every way, mortal. He needed to tread lightly and, more so, needed to figure out exactly what he might do with Anastasia. Though the perv of his stares, he had merely a desire to come to her, to influence her and be a part of her life in some manner, brief or lengthy. Though his plan of action had never been made clear, which left him shifting awkwardly in his place now with an unblinking and unnerving stare into her direction.

He's got....HUUUUUUNGRRRRYYY EYEEEESSSS!

rofl as i picture anastasia as a pretzel M&M

No, she was not quite or innocent as her features made her out to be. In fact she was quite smart and usually put more logical or bounce to her thoughts that might make others surprised. Ana had a certain area of expertise when it came to talking to strangers, being up front and honest about what she saw or felt rather than what he wanted them to believe. To her, there were no secrets—there was simply the truth and her heart.

Even though he had thrown the question of ‘what if’ at her regarding the cherries, it seemed that he didn’t believe that they were. Why ask the question if you knew the correct answer? That humor could sometimes be lost on her, not finding why one would ask a rhetorical question when seeking an answer. But all was fine as he continued onto the more practical approach and sensible banter. “Anastasia,” she replied smoothly and began to move herself up to a sit as to regard her company on better terms. She invited him to do the same, of course. It would be rude if she simply sat while he stood, carefully looking to her—and if she saw correctly he was looking straight at her. Through her eyes, perhaps?

In wolf form this could be seen as a challenge but Anastasia wanted to hold off on accusation, lifting her gaze somewhat she officially latched onto his very briefly before looking away. No, false alarm. It wasn’t a challenge.

by Sarah

i'd love more threads, so message me if you'd like one!
looking for friends, potential love interests and role-inspired threads!

Not at all, was a challenge set, for his eyes did not intently seek out the gaze of her own blue eyes, but to roam the length of her body, up and down and back again, with a wonder lust unknown to him - new and wild. He was left at odds with himself, unknowing of what plans he might have for her just yet and so, he would keep her in his mind. He would play before her as the common wolf, roaming the lands with no place or purpose until he could find out what may be done. He blinks, finally, taking notice to her invitation to sit with her as she moves to pull herself up in a sit. He does so, arching his half length tail at his thigh (it did not reach the front at his paws) with a thump. His head tilts, ever slightly then, deciding that for the moment conversation would do. After all, he had gained little to nothing in information as of yet. The first wolf he had attacked out right and the second pair he had encountered was at the same time while he was trespassing on their territory. She was the fourth and first as of yet not part of a hostile situation. "I have...many questions. Do you know these lands?" The first was spoken to determine just how much he might pull out of her head whilst he had all the time in the world to receive it.

It was easy to enjoy another’s company for Ana, when all she really wanted was to make friends and know about those she found. This stranger was no different, or he was. He was no Lachesis with a beautiful white coat and pear-green eyes nor was he like Reaper with a stunning pallet of white and shocking fire-like eyes… he was the opposite. This wolf was still beautiful, but simply wasn’t as colorful as those she already knew. His coat was a plain black with some silver to white contrast and his eyes were similar to silver coins, looking at her with intrigue (she would be a fool not to notice).

“I know some,” she answered in a somewhat hopeful fashion. It was as if knowing some of the things she hoped he would ask would make their encounter all the better, “but I should ask of your name first.” While she knew that she should have asked it after giving him hers, perhaps she had expected him to give it to her. Once she acquired his name then she would assist him in telling him the wonders of the land around them.

In the small amount of time that she waited, she took it upon herself to lower her head and grab another cherry. Enjoying its rare taste and not bothering to think that it could be poisonous, she seemed alright and that was enough for her. Carefully she scooted a cherry over to him with a paw, urging him to try one if he hadn’t already.

by Sarah

i'd love more threads, so message me if you'd like one!
looking for friends, potential love interests and role-inspired threads!

Plain was more certainly something he would not have expected of himself. Upon examination, he was fascinated with the striping of silver which coursed the length of his body, the paleness of his gaze, cold and hard as they were though a half-cocked smirk sprouting mischief and ill intent. He was of two sides - black and white though could be seen as an equally gray-scale wolf with lack of color to match the vividness of the world. Perhaps this is the dullness she saw in him. He did not match the world.

His name? She wished to know information before she gave it. He cared not of anyone else name, savor the woman he had met here if only his interest in her. She looked pure, innocent, light. It was something the demon felt he could not touch, though wanted to touch, wanted to mark and dismantle. It was like the face of a demon against angel and the battle of this stirred in his mind. He would have her. One way, or another. "Beelzebub." He speaks the single word clearly and surely. Though he holds know bloodline to call his own, this is certain due to the fact that this vessel no longer held the soul of the wolf it once held, someone with a different name, a bloodline, a family and likely friends too. The body was new and improved now, with him in it. Thus he found it only fitting to name himself after the many names of his Lord, his father, his creator.

Now, she takes another bite of the cherries littered around them, going so far as to offer one by scooting it into his direction. He looked down, silver eyes boring an intensity to the gift offered to him. Becoming hungry had come at odds to him, a demon that had been of no form nor feature without need for such sustenance in too many an age to remember. Instinct of a wolf had been bore into this mind and he quickly adapted, though cherries did not seem on the list of common food such a meat and blood. A black paw lifted, going the length to toy with it a moment before dipping down his stout muzzle and eating it, careful and questioning and then spatting the seed from his mouth rather awkwardly to the side. It was odd but it was food. "The name of the land?" He first asks, knowing he had traveled it briefly since he had been 'birthed' here though knew not the name it held, if any. "The packs, their Leaders? Do you know?" What else was there to know but this, for the time being. Life of a wolf was simple, he was beginning to quickly understand. There was Loners and there was Pack Wolves and this was it.