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Post by wolfseden on Jul 22, 2009 0:56:13 GMT -5
Kalypso let out a deep sigh as she awoke from her pleasant dream world. Her sapphire eyes fluttered open and looked this way and that. The others were still slumbering she surmised. The fae could here small, almost unnoticable, snores from all around her. She smiled happily. This was her home, her family. Gently and quietly Kalypso sat up into a seated position, so she wouldn't awaken her sleeping mate.
Very quietly, the fae walked up the slope to enter the main den area. There, she proceeded to stretch her cramped limbs and flex her bluish wings. Kalypso let out a long yawn as she walked to the entrance of their den. The sun was just beginning to rise. The fae sat back on her haunches and wrapped her tail around herself and simply watch as the sun rose high in the clear sky.
After a few moments, the fae exited the den. She spread her wings wide and jumped from the mound of dirt and mud. Summoning a gust of wind, Kalypso soared into the sky. The wind strew her pelt every which way as she allowed herself the pleasure of flight. The fae mde twists and flips in the air putting on a small display of acrobatics to whoever was willing to watch.
Kalypso gazed down to the ground and marshs below her allowing her mind to wander back to the pack. It was there that she had found a home. Not to mention a loving mate and pack mates. It made her unconditionally happy to be here in the Marshlands. Food was plentiful as was the supply of fresh water. All was fine. Her wings flapped as she began to lose a bit of altitude.
Becoming tired, Kalypso landed on a particularly dry patch of land. The fae allowed her wings to flew before tucking them to her sides. Her head leaned down to lap at a puddle of water, quenching her thirst. Behind her, her tail swayed. With a small sigh of happiness, Kalypso began her trek back to the den. Walking rather than flying.
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Post by ! w o l f o x. on Aug 2, 2009 1:41:53 GMT -5
Sabbath ;;A single, golden eye had clicked open as soon as there had been movement. This was natural. Sabbath had not had a full night's rest, and she knew she never would. Not after the raid on her previous pack that she had been the only known survivor of. She slept away from the rest of her new pack, isolating herself for now. She would figure out just how many enemies this pack had, and then she would allow herself to get closer once again. She was a kind fae, a briliant and happy air about her when she was in other's presences... or when something was finally going right for her. Her skills in natural suduction had been lacking lately and she found this to be the result of the raid.
She clenched her eyes, banashing all thoughts of that day from her eyes. She forced the images of the dead pups' bodies, strewn along the ground. The forceful brutes who where only trying to breed. Forcebreed. She found that unatural and shivered, forcing her breathing to stay slow as the other wolf exited the den. After a few seconds, she silently got up and followed the other wolf, watching her take flight. It made Sabbath wonder. What would it feel like, to get away from it all in an instant. To feel cool instead of heat. Her golden eyes flicked back to where she had been laying down, the charred spots from her paws resting there too long.
Her curse. Her power. Her gift. The power of fire is what Sabbath had been born with, yet the heat that always came from her paws seemed to kill the grass she loved so much, and where ever her paws had lain too long, charred earth would remain. She sat down, her nails clicking against the stone entrance of the den, watching the other fae dissappear into the distance. She knew she would have to return to the den sooner or later. And she wondered what had made this fae suddenly decide to wake up in the middle of the night and just fly. [/color][/blockquote][/ul][/size]
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Post by wolfseden on Aug 2, 2009 21:43:59 GMT -5
Kalypso waded through the marshes of Nigori, her blue paws becoming stuck every once and awhile. That was the only thing she disliked of the pack lands. Your feet easily sank into the mushy, wet mud. For some it was impossible to get out, which was why Nigori was so dangerous. If you didn't pay attention to where you stepped, it could be the last you ever took.
The fae took cautious yet graceful steps as she trotted along. Her head was held high, her ears open for any possible threat. Behind her, her tail swished happily back and forth at the thought of returning to her home. It had only been a few weeks since her entry to the pack, but she already felt a strong bond with it's members. The new and the old.
Up ahead, Kalypso was able to make out the sight of the den, a dark mound in the distance. A smile spread wide across her wolf features as her pace seemed to quicken. Her legs made long graceful strides, showing off how proud she was to be home. The fae furrowed her brows together at the sight of a pack member sitting and, what appeared to be, waiting for her return. If that was the case, it warmed her heart. She wouldn't jump to conclusions, though.
She leapt onto the mound, digging in her claws as she climbed to the top. Kalypso offered the fae before her a brilliant smile in greeting. "Good morning, Sabbath," she greeted. "Did you sleep well?"
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