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 Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 7:01 am
There are many meadows in this territory, or at least compared to most, and often times if you stumbled into the right one, you would find her sitting and staring to the north, body relaxed with an occasional tail thump to occupy the silence. A deep blue coat with markings dabbled in red would sway with the breeze, and sag with the rain, never shifting her place or cocking an ear.
Today was no different, the female had found herself seated north with her nose pressed more toward her chest, letting the rain slide off her muzzle. There was no ominous feel about today, though she could sense she wouldn't be alone for long; the sounds of feet peddling over leaves and branches bounced off trees and reached her precisely. Staying true to her nature, the female did not freeze up or turn her head; it would do her no justice anyways. Instead she just waited, nose flared and ears hiked, waiting.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 10:25 am
Venda had once been a kind female, her eyes had once been a vibrant green, all these things had changed. Had she not paused to aid a terrified wolf on strange packlands she might still have her eyes, but as it was they had been clawed out that night. Had she not survived the plummet into the salty ocean water, or dragged herself into a two leggers village, or escaped once she was healthy, everything would be different. Now a bitter female roamed the lands, blind, except for the confusing visions that flashed into her mind, tormenting her with memories of things she had once seen and things that she never would.
The rain eased her pain today, she walked quietly through it her body low to the ground her paws moving in sweeping motions to keep her from tripping. The water saturated the velvet cloth tied around her eyeless sockets and turned it dark. Her ears pricked as she heard a strange parting in the rain ahead and she slowed concerned that she might walk into a tree, it had been an often enough occurance when she had first started to adjust to life without sight.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 3:03 pm
The rain washed away most scents, took the traces of man and beast and carried them deep within the forests soil but it was to those few, the blind or the deaf or even those plagued with both, who could scent even the faintest of wafting winds.
Behind her where this sightless wolf crawled, a chill trickled down her vertebrae, knotting her stomach. Caspera took heed to this instinct, spinning her head around and snarling into the down pour.
"I can see you." He words were meant to be sharp, frightening but lost somewhat in the rain and the raspy tone she always had seemed to downplay her true emotions. She grinned, before speaking again just as quick as she had the first time.
"Come any closer, and I will not hesitate kill you." a chuckle ended her words, teeth still bared, body slowly righting itself to face the perpetrator.
My eyes may be lost, but my senses are stronger than they've ever been before; I am better than you, the healthy who pick on the malignant, or the deformed... The eccentric smile she held stayed fast on her lips.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 4:05 pm
Venda growled at the sudden sound and felt her hackles raise, she focused ahead and caught a blur of blue fur. Another wolf?
"Those with the gift of sight should not be cruel to those who lack it, keep your threats, save your breath...death would be a most welcome distraction at this point." She huffed and moved forward trying to focus her powers to see if her abilities would manage to give her an image of the female who was addressing her.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 4:58 pm
“Gift of sight,” she gasped, her confusion only raising her suspicions as well as her guard. Could this creature not see her own two, empty eyes? Her body stiffened as she sniffed the air, the smell of fabric mingled with the familiar scent of wolf. “Really now, don’t be silly.”
To this she laughed, one which grew heavier and colder as she processed the others words thoroughly. “Those with the ‘gift’ of sight should indeed not toy with those lacking; so leave my meadow and be on your way, bully.” Her chuckles continued, but her curiosity sustained as well.
Was it a test of fate to find another, blind wolf like herself? It would be more possible to have her meet with a mute wolf than a blind one…this would surely be an ironic coincidence, however, if this female was indeed part of the many who lost their gift of sight.
Caspera rose to her feet with her tail stretched back, pin straight. She wouldn’t assume anything.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 9:02 pm
"You mock me? Well...you are no different, the fates themselves mock me...a seer who cannot see...such a cruel twist. What good are the powers to aid others, to read their minds, or share in their futures...when I cannot even see what is infront of my nose." Venda growled out bitterly.
"I would give them back all their powers, all their visions, and prophecies, if I could but have back my own eyes...my own life." Her vice softened and saddened and for a moment she forgot that there was another wolf there, it was so easy for her to forget when her world was so dark.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 10:30 pm
Oh, the twisted fates indeed.
Luck would have it. Caspera's stance softened as the other wolf spoke, a new kind sensation settling over the deep blue female’s thoughts. Never could she say she met a wolf who seemed to suffer as she did; Caspera had an average life, nothing too traumatic. Why Caspera was so malicious, so wicked in her ways and conniving in her thoughts was merely because she could not share in the worlds beauty.
Born blind, with only the capability to see sketchy shadows with the right lights left her spiteful. She'd never seen what her siblings looked like, or what the trees, and the birds, and the deer all resembled. Not even the slightest idea of how dawn broke the night, or the stars litter the skies. Not even the rain that fell heavily on each of the standing wolves was comprehensible to Caspera.
Before her now stood a wolf with the same troubles, and this comparison seemed to ease some rooted pain. Not that she longed for healing, (in fact she often would inflict her own emotional wounds to keep the anger alive.) but with the current moments situation she didn't dismiss it. The female spoke now, her voice soft yet stern with only the most subtle hint of sincerity she'd ever shown...or would ever show again.
"You've lost your eyes too, then. Why, gods do you toy with me! Place me in the middle of the ocean to drown I'd be happier than to meet with another, who is as riddled with the plague as I am!" She caught herself becoming overly excited, a hysterical tone branching out of the quiet one.
"I cannot see you now; the moon must have disappeared behind a cloud. Your shadow mingles with the black."
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 10:24 am
Venda jerked up startled by the words of the other female, was she blind as well then? Ah indeed what a cruel mockery, she tried to focus on the female's voice trying to wrangle her powers into giving her an image. A blur of blue flashed before her eyes and she winced as she felt her head ache and throb as if someone had sliced through her skull.
She moved a bit closer to the other female warily "My fur is black...I was not always blind. Nor did I always have the power of a Seer, it was there but I had no control over it...even now I must admit I lack control."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 5:35 pm
((I’m assuming, from what my history with Seers is, that Caspera though not knowing what it is, has some sort of feeling when Venda tries to use her powers? Caspera cannot differentiate between it being a passing breeze, or another being but can sense it even in its infantile of stages?))
There was a moment where Caspera swore she felt the other wolf inches from her face. She knew better, she would have distinguished the sound of rustling feet from the pouring rain had the wolf moved even an inch, but the sensation was there and was eerily intrusive.
Disregarding it, as it faded, she spoke strongly, “And the fabric? You possess that too? It will drive me insane not knowing the color of that…” Her nose never failed her, the confidence in her tone portraying this. The other wolf had cloth on her person, and enough to catch in the wind as well as to literally ruin Caspera's day if she could not know. The sliding of feet against grass swept through the air and in response, Caspera’s ears shot forward as her body stiffened..."Don't" she uttered, a forewarning to approaches in the future.
But then, this wolf spoke and her movements seemed to stop. Caspera did not let her muscles ease just yet.
Oh, Wonderful…she thought, quietly.
A seer? Some sort of powers? Was this wolf old, crazy or both; Caspera’s nose wrinkled in mild dismay.
“Who are you?" There were two questions being asked here, and could be Interpreted either way; they were both valid.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 6:43 pm
((Some wolves can and some cannot, just as some wolves are more attuned to realizing the presence of another, etc.))
Venda felt it, it was inching in on her, like a vice slowly tightening on her brain. The headache was mild at first, building until she was driven to the ground with a gasp.
"Your blue..." She started before gasping as shreds of the females lonely life flashed in her minds eye. Finally she pushed them down and struggled back to her feet her mind brushing the other wolves with an image of herself, the colors far more vivid then they would be soaked by the rain.
Venda tried to even her breathing, she could taste a bitter bile on the back of her tongue. "Forgive me...I...I cannot help it..."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 9:19 pm
((Ahh, ok! Let me know if this is alright, if not I’ll modify it. X3 ))
"What," she began; weary of this female’s commotion being made across the way. The moon cleared a path through the clouds again, and what little light that shone gave Caspera a foggy view of the other wolves’ stance. "What are you doing?"
She watched as the blur swayed in her sights, the shadow dropped heavily to the earth and to this Caspera reacted with not much more than a grunt. Out of all the wolves...
This forest was so large, so full of creatures that had sight, and could see the land. If Caspera enjoyed any company at all, it would be by a seeing eye, who into a territory of which she herself could not bare witness to would depict for her in words every last detail there was to offer, so that she could be left to explore her imagination. If only she could persuade a young wolf to be her eyes…Then, as quickly as the light had pooled in from above it was gone, and with it disappeared the silhouette of this wolf. Replacing it, however was a clear picture of a black, slender creature; one of which she could have never seen before.
Caspera could only assume it to be what she was, since the forepaws, back paws and the tail all seemed to match up with her own; but what she was…a wolf, they looked like this? Slender, long snout with thick fur and large, almond shaped eyes? Was that what she looked like? She made an unnecessary blink, and the image faded then, her thoughts racing. Shaky words came from the lips of the other wolf, another apology that was dismissed by Caspera without even hearing of it. Mostly, this was because Caspera had now indulged in the idea that whatever this wolf was, or whoever this wolf was she would be able to give Caspera something…and that was all the initiative she needed to pursue it.
She felt herself become frantic, and mentally she reached out to the portrait, trying to recall every last detail back.
"No," Her words came quickly, hushing the stutters of the other. "Do it again." The demand in her tone was clear; there was a pause, however and soon after there came a whisper…
"Please."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 9:00 am
Venda slowly lifted her head her ears perking, had she heard the other female correctly? She wanted her to do it again? She wasn't even sure if she could, she had never even sent an image like that before. The pain throbbed through her skull, but the soft whisper reached her and she braced herself against the earth.
"I will try and show you...yourself..." Venda pulled her tongue back away from her teeth, the one time was all she had needed to know she never wanted to feel that again. Had the female not sounded so desperate in her last word Venda never would have tried to summon up her power.
The blind seer never really tried, the visions and strange abilities had simply trickled into her mind steadily over time. She had 'seen' many things, some made perfect sense others did not. The seconds ticked by as she slowly focused herself, a minute passed, nothing, then a blur of blue.
Venda tensed as she clung to the blue shape and winced as it slowly formed and cleared in her mind. Blue fur, purple and silver markings...this must have been the female. She pushed the image across into the mind of her blind company. With a gasp of pain she fell once more and lay still her body giving only small shivers.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 5:44 pm
There it was again, a flicker of images and colors, things she could not relate to but assumed to be what they were. Not complete, but clearly visible Caspera gazed upon what was her own essence, the colors and tattoo’s all very apparently hers. There was a fashion in which the objects were shown that also gave off her aurora, the hateful vengeance it glistened in made her lips peel in a grin.
And when it had died, she did not feel the need to reach out for it again. She heard the thud and did not bother to move, only keeping that quirky grin on her maw as words seemed to slip through immovable lips. “What are you?” She gasped herself, a slight mockery to the fallen seer’s but also in an excitable craze Caspera felt, it managed to escape without her even knowing really; the cruelty she bore never leashed by her own self control. But it brought about some curious inquisitions, seeing the reason behind the gesture; she had always been the epitome of darkness, the only thing that was unnatural in a most dull and common of world but with the rise of a new talent, a stranger one that even seemed to mask her own shady persona, well, Caspera was impressed. Impressed and envious, all in one messy little package.
”Do you travel?” Her words were harsh, and followed up by the crush of grass beneath a moving paw.
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