Sex: Maleand all the beauty I have ever dreamed is right here in front of me July 13th; Early evening; Partly Cloudy; 88° F/31° C For a better part of the last few days, the raven had been following a couple of lovers - or, well, they could have been the very best of friends, he supposed. Every so often he would call to them, warbling and trilling softly to them as though he were attempting to imitate the song birds that were native to the Lore. In and out of the treetops he flew about, trying hard until he ensnared their attention and got them to follow. Along the edges of the Cedarwood, the Willows, and the Meadow, he enticed them further until he led them out into the open, beneath the cloud-covered night where only a few stars shone against the darkening veil of night. Breeze-lifted wings brought the bird to a special part of Whisper Marsh and he gazed at the two wolves who had followed him. He spread out his left wing briefly as though to point them in the right direction. The summertime evening was still warm and, by all means, absolutely perfect. Hurry, hurry, he ushered them, clumsily taking off again. The next time he landed his black-taloned feet found the bank of a secluded pool, an isolated sort of haven that branched off from the main marshland. Quick, he cawed. Somewhere just beyond him a faint yellow glow lit up, hovering for a moment before dying out. Come here! He hopped about, continually bobbing his head up and down as he cast his gaze across the surface of the water and back into the depths of the forest. If those two didn't hurry up, they were going to miss one of Relic Lore's best-kept secrets. |
Namid 'Star Dancer' It had been just after Namid had caught @Rook the fish she had promised, when a fluttering sound caught her attention. Her cranium cocked as she looked to the sky, mismatched gaze narrowing as she tried to pinpoint the sound. The sound of wings, which was it she decided. But why would a bird be willing to fly so close to a pair of wolves? A curious frown marred her maw as she attempted to see the bird, which seemed to be either very good at hide or go seek or blended into the night very well. Suddenly, another flutter of wings and a caw caused her to swiveling her head and, finally, she caught sight of the animal. It was a crow, and she stopped in her tracks. The crow seemed to be…beckoning to her. It couldn’t be, could it? Maybe she was just crazy, it was a likely possibility with her background. But then again, she was fairly certain she wasn’t and that there was, in fact, a crow cawing at her as if to tell her to follow it. Her brows creased as answers and questions ran through her mind, whether she should go after it or ignore it being the main few. What logical canine would go chasing after an aviator? The answer to that would be Namid. In a few short minutes she had made up her mind and, turning toward her companion, she nodded toward the direction the bird seemed to be taking them. “Come on, trust me,” She said, then promptly turned and wandered in the direction. She hoped she wouldn’t regret it. Find a place where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain. |
With his stomach full of fish and hunger being the furthest thing from his mind, Rook was all for being dragged about like a puppy on a leash. With Bishop's permission he had been allowed to wander off on the whimsical sense of direction Namid was currently having. He had been blindly following her when her attention had been snagged by a passing bird overhead. The more the Lyall boy looked around, the more he realized that they actually hadn't gone too far. If they just stepped over a bit, headed straight towards that particular tree in the distance, then they would stumble upon where they had established their little base. “Come on, trust me,” Namid urged him onward, and Rook obediently complied. The crow extended a wing, gesturing them towards an isolated sort of pool. Back at Renegades Reach, Rook was familiar with birds, especially the ones he had been named after. He knew they were, at times, intelligent, but the way this one went on and on, rushing them about, seemingly scolding them to pick up their feet, the boy wasn't so sure. He let his blue- and brown-eyed companion take the lead and step a whole wolf's length ahead of him. He sniffed in the general direction the bird, somewhat wishing he had brought his twin sister instead. She probably knew better than to trust a feathered creature whose means of communication couldn't even cross over into their way of exchanging information. "Namid," he whispered. "Let's go back..." |
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and all the beauty I have ever dreamed is right here in front of me The raven cooed, watching as both wolves followed after him. His beady black eyes blinked and stared, issuing a raspy cry when the masked boy called to his companion. He suggested that they go back to where they had been before the feathered stranger had spotted them. The bird couldn't have been more offended. All this searching and leading them around Whisper Marsh and now the yearling wanted to go back? He clicked his tongue and beak as if to scold him, then continued to walk along the pebble-adorned shore. Instead of hopping, he strutted about, peering into the water as if he were expecting something. His eyes narrowed and he issued out a loud caw to which a frog replied with a bellowing croak. The avian's chest puffed out and he took a fleeting glance at the two canines before taking flight and landing in a nearby tree just above the weir. He folded his sleek black wings, shuffling to his left at first then coming back to his right while he watched the pair. When he thought he had the two marveling at such a place - where the water was so calm and undisturbed by feeding catfish and the lily pads turned a number of colors beneath the sunset-inspired palette that streaked the evening sky - he flapped his wings. One by one, more yellow lights, no larger than the nail tip on an average wolf's forepaw, began to appear. Firefly Weir had been named for a reason... but what was more beautiful, insightful, and awe-inspiring than such a thing was the fact that since Fenru and Lucero had first discovered the place, it had become a destination for young wolves - whether they be traveling companions, siblings, sweethearts, or mere friends - to find a sense of tranquility, peace, and, perhaps, the very start of something like puppy love. A firefly suspended itself just over the tip of his sharp beak. Going cross-eyed for a moment, he shook his head and blew it away, sending it down 'kiss' the front of Namid's nose before floating on over to where Rook stood. He pressed his wings close to him as he watched, trying hard not to smile. Here, they wouldn't have to worry about what lay beyond the weir, about what tomorrow or the future could bring, or what could happen if they chose to stay for a while... Here, the rest of Relic Lore could wait until morning; and, until then, the night was theirs to keep with only the glow of fireflies and the calls of serenading frogs for company. |
Namid 'Star Dancer' Upon hearing Rook’s plea she paused for a moment, considering. It was making him uncomfortable, and that was something she didn’t want. Maybe they should go back, she might just be being stupid for following a stupid bird. Who knew where it could be leading them, maybe it was even just looking for a bite to eat. But as soon as that firefly, blinking and flickering in the fading light, landed on her nose from the direction of the Raven she knew that it had led them somewhere special. “Trust me. This will be worth it, I know it will,” She said. And she was right, for no sooner had the words escaped her mouth than the world around them started the light up. Where the firefly that had landed on her came, it seemed that five more took its place. They were everywhere, shining and flickering like earthed stars. The grasshoppers chirped and the frogs croaked, and the gentle lapping of the water on the lake created a peaceful atmosphere. Fascination coated her expression as she looked around in open mouthed awe, the fading rays of the sunset lighting her silver felt in a golden flame. She never imagined was paradise was, all she knew of herself was what she thought would happen after death, but if she believed in paradise she knew this would have to be it. Looking over her shoulder at the yearling a smile split her face as she turned, bowing into a playful stance as the serenity turned into joy. It seemed to fill her to the brim, sending her tail wagging gleefully. A yip split the air as she turned and bounding a little ways away, looking back at the male as if to say “try and catch me”. Find a place where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain. |
Truth be told, most might have admitted that Rook wore his own brand of skepticism well, the pure suspicion and doubt a neat and near-perfect match to the dark mask that made up his cranial markings. He fought the urge to scowl and grimace but the cynic within reared its ugly head; the Lyall boy let out a nasally note that was supposed to be a whine. “Trust me," she had said. All that had done was make Rook take a step backwards. "This will be worth it, I know it will.” He was about to repeat the singular sound of distress when several pinpoints of light began to appear, not just around Namid but around him too! Rook had never had an interest in insects or bugs - ladybugs, beetles, butterflies, or otherwise - they weren't food, and so long as they didn't threaten to sting him, bite him, or make him itch, he was happy to leave them alone. The thing was, the yearling had no idea what these little "glowy" things were to begin with... He flattened his ears and ducked his head down as one threatened to land on his own nose. Upon seeing another one of the "super-mini suns" hovering near his left side, he took a step to his right, tucking his left forearm close to his chest before moving completely over. He exhaled in relief but almost panicked again when another pinprick of light thought to see his muzzle as some sort of landing strip. He held his breath, wholly expecting it to burn, just like how the sun commonly blazed down through the tall trees in the middle of summer in the heart of the Reach. It didn't... much to his relief. In fact, it wasn't any sort of cosmic being at all. He went cross-eyed as he tried to discern what it was that had landed on him. It was a... A BUG! The youth shook his head, sending the light-bug elsewhere, especially as he directed a puff of air in its direction just for good measure in keeping it away from him. If Namid had not called for his attention with a bark and bow, Rook could have very well spent the rest of the evening hours trying to dodge all the luminous beings. He gave her a sheepish smile, the fur about his neck bristled in obvious embarrassment. Everything about her body language invited him in, to come over and play... to give in to the spirit of what it was like to be much younger than they were in this very moment. His childhood flashed to the forefront of his mind, filled with the hours where he and Bishop took long, leisurely walks and explored together. He mentally shook his head; he reminded himself that this was different. This was not his twin sister he was up against. There was the prospect of ear-pulling and getting dirty and possibly getting tackled, but for some reason or another he found that he was somewhat ready for it. He ambled on over, picking up his large paws, one after the other, as he romped forward to meet her with a play bow and a mischievous growl of his own. |
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and all the beauty I have ever dreamed is right here in front of me The blackbird did his best to stifle his laugh as the agouti yearling was startled by the emergence of the Lagoon's best kept summer secret. He spread his wings, ushering more the fireflies to flock to him and fill the air surrounding the weir. His head tilting in a sort of manner that suggested that he was absolutely tickled pink beneath his stark black feathers from the boy's unconventional reaction to the luminous insects. Rook squirmed and floundered about on his stocky limbs, distracted only when his companion, Namid, yipped in a playful manner. He smiled as he watched the two wolves, comforted now as he watched the duo finally catch up to one another. A bow for a bow, all mischief and play... the both of them... The feathered spirit had nothing to worry about now that Rook had been pulled out of his shell at last. Without even the smallest peep, the raven turned around, dipping his beak into the water for a quick drink before making himself scarce and taking to the darkening skies. He made a quick circle around the weir but soon after, he was gone, leaving the star dancer and the young Lyall on their own to hopefully create and share a night they would never dare to forget. Climbing higher and higher into air, he cast one more downward glance at the two before soaring off to wherever the winds were now beckoning him off to, a singular 'cawww' sounding out as a small farewell to the couple of friends. (Exit.) |
Namid 'Star Dancer' Amusement filled her at Rook’s confusion toward the fireflies, his obvious attempts to escape them failing horribly. There were just too many of the little glowing insects to get away from. In all of her life she had never seen so many in one place, it was honestly astonishing to her. Her attention was pulling from looking around her in wonder at their numbers by a bark from her companion, who was suddenly much closer and had a devious, playful look of his own. A smile lit up her expression as she jumped around, offering another yip before turning and running in the opposite direction of him. She wasn’t quite going full speed, but it wasn’t a slow run either. The Star Dancer curved and streaked across the land, making a sudden curve to hide behind a bush. Her head barely poked around the foliage as she attempted to plan a sneak attack, her tail wagging rapidly behind her lithe frame. Honestly, it was a wonder where this pup-like attitude was coming from. Normally she was a decently sophisticated young lady, but at that moment she couldn’t give a hoot. She was happy, extremely so in fact, and she knew she had the Raven to thank for that. As it gave a caw then rose into the air to continue its journey she looked to the sky and gave a mental thank you to the feathered avian. Without it, there was a good chance that she might not have ever found the magical place at all. Find a place where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain. |
In the gathering night the raven sounded out a goodbye, but Rook did not hear it. More fireflies followed in his wake as he watched Namid hop and skip about, his own unmatched eyes trailing after her as she wandered into the dark. He gathered his four feet beneath him; in a bouncy, cub-like lope, he traced her footsteps. Just like that, she hid away from him, concealed by a cluster of dense foliage. The fireflies bobbed and hovered, their flight patterns barely disturbed by the yearling as he bounded about, using his nose to figure out where his companion had gone. His tracking skills were being put to the test, but much to his error, instead of turning around and honing in on the shrub to his side, he wandered further away from the weir. His tail came up in an enthusiastic wag and, upon realizing that he had quite possibly lost Namid’s scent altogether, he strolled back to the banks of the lagoon, brow furrowed with his nose to the ground. She was just here, he reasoned with himself. Here… Right-right here! A casual smile tugged at his muzzle and he retraced his steps again. Though, this time around, a part of him was not so sure. Doubt started to sink its claws into him… Maybe she had left him there… with all those strange bugs (some of which were now a constant companion now that evening had arrived with the night eagerly on its heels). He lifted his head, his rounded ears cupping forward. His tail stopped wagging; the image of his joker of an older sister coming to mind... Trisden loved to scare him every now and then, and now he was expecting the all-terrifying, mortifying yell of "Boo!" He clenched his jaw, peering into the shadows and inwardly bracing himself, ”Nnnamid?" |
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Namid 'Star Dancer' It had taken too long for him to find her, she realized. By then he should have found her, or she at least have seen him but neither was the case. Her tail slowly stopped its wagging, her maw pulling down in a frown as she moved out from behind the bush. Turning in a circle her heterochromatic gaze scanned the area far and wide, but saw no sign of the tawny male. What could have possibly happened to him? From a shorter distance away she heard her name being called, her ears straining toward the sound to try and pinpoint where it had come from. She tried to decipher what his tone was. Was it panicked? Frightened? Was he in danger? Her heart started pumping wildly in her chest at the thought, growing scared herself. Launching into a run she followed the echo of the sound, nose to the air she inhaled and picked up his scent. That didn’t mean anything, he could still be in danger. She would never let herself live it down if something had happened. It took only a few more second for her to find the male, just narrowly missing barreling into him as she skidded to a halt spraying earth in all directions. She looked around them, mismatched gaze wide and nose twitching. When she’d decided that there was no other animal there besides the pair she turned and looked at Rook, gaze swiping over him. “Are you alright?” She inquired, slightly out of breath. Where the sudden panic and urge to protect him had come from, she had no clue. But all she’d known was that her heart had dropped, but she was slowly beginning to feel better with him in her sights. Find a place where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain. |