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 Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 4:50 pm
Insert Image Here “Thinking of you, wherever you are . . .” The soft voice came almost as a murmur from her pale lips, ghosts of words often spoken in her time and ever farther than even her father’s lifespan. Ghosts whom she still now sought.
“We pray for our sorrows to mend and hope that our hearts will blend . . .” It was a strange poem her father had lent to her as a pup, as was lent to him as a pup by his father, whom had been lent it by his father, and so on and so forth. A prayer and petition, a psalm, and a promise for lost souls. Yet she always hesitated upon the next line, not from a lack of memory (as all from the chosen bloodline could never forget), but from a stuttering of the will. Was she denied the rights of the sacred poem’s words from her actions? The scars still faintly visible beneath her fur? No, she couldn’t possibly . . . She had protected a traitor from her father’s wrath and taken it herself; branded inwardly, if not outwardly, Ultima being merciful to her as biased as it was. Oblivion’s thanks was bittersweet . . .
“A-And who knows,” Oathkeeper picked right back up, head bent humbly with saddened eyes swimming with memories, stumbling to nowhere at the edge of forest, land, and beach. “Starting a journey might not be so hard. Or maybe . . . maybe it has already begun.”
Alone, yes, but in embraced solitude. She knew not where she went, only that her paws compelled themselves onward. She was thin, frail, yet somehow still living. Still beating with the hope that somehow, all was not lost . . .
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 6:11 pm
 I've been having these weird thoughts lately...
Like...is any of this for real...or not?
The lone slunk through the deep set of trees that almost blocked out the warmth and light of the sun completely, eclipsing the lone in darkness, his eyesight barely of help, only his nose and ears truly leading him, his paws leading the way through the darkness that couldn't last forever. But the thought ran through his mind over and over, like a broken record.
A shimmer flickered ahead of him. Bright cyan colored eyes looked up, blinking hopefully at the speck, could it really be the light ahead, out of the darkness that seemed to not only envelope him physically, but mentally as well. Already his world was dismal and empty since his pack had dispersed, breaking apart and him being left behind. Lost to the world with no one and nothing to look to but another day of loneliness and bitter thoughts of hate.
But the light ahead grew brighter as he stepped forward, his heart fluttered, maybe he would finally be free of the darkness that enclosed him, threatened to suffocate and devour him alive. But a sudden sharp crack sounded from beneath him and the world fell away beneath his paw into a million splinters, ghostly voices of the past screaming at him, calling him traitor.
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Owa as he had been often called sat up with a start panting, heart racing and bright eye livid with fear. it was that damned dream haunting him again. The light out of the darkness that he could never truly reach. He looked around him to see nothing changed but the sun instead of the moon above him on the edge of the tree line under a great rock cliff.
He fell back, letting a low growl escape his throat, damned it all... A fiery wing stretched over One-Winged Angel's right side, his paws dipped with blue just as his maw., but his nose was the color of a dusty rose, his back paws marks with smaller flaming wings and his tail looking as though it had been encased in flames, his ears mimicking such. He lifted himself up, shaking the sand from his dark black pelt, the red woven cord bouncing around him neck. the word of his dream repeated to him and they crossed his lips silently. "One day...I will know for sure..." he snarled and left the shade of the cliff hollow, trudging down the beachline, not daring to touch the water for it was bitter with salt, undrinkable.
Maybe for once, today would be a better day than the rest, something seemed to tell him so, but he had also tried to kill out these hopes after so much disappointment, but the day was still young and Owa entered the wood in search of the stream that led to the great water but was fresh and free of the bitterness of the ocean.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 5:36 pm
She never could control her power - perhaps that was a side-effect of having star Seeker as a tutor. Bless his heart, he seemed ageless among them: old as any adult, yet somehow as youthful as any pup. It was that sort of playful tilt to life that had once had a very young Oath admire him from afar; of course, once the seer found out, he made it public knowledge to her chagrin, and the puppy love disappeared. Yet somehow, Star Seeker had managed to do so without seeming malicious about any of it; always a trick, always teasing.
Please . . . please, let him come . . . Aah, and there it was: the memory of Star Seeker appeared at her side within seconds, mouth spread in the goofy grin she loved. To the half-transparent apparition, she smiled back, wan and tired and half-hearted but a smile nonetheless. It comforted her enough to let her push her paws onward. True, she denied any acknowledgement of being a shaman to regular passerby, but when alone, so very alone, she could call on her memories to manifest themselves before her. Could they talk? Sometimes, if she concentrated and had the energy to puppet them correctly; or sometimes they took on a life of their own for her entertainement, doing very uncharacteristic things to keep her humored. Like having a family once again . . . Bitter tears lit her soft blue eyes, and with a blink they stepped forth from her lids and tread down her face; watery strikes through the heart-shaped mask upon her face.
And at her Side Star Seeker continued to grin away, oblivious to her hollowed pain. Entering the forest, she dismissed the oddball "uncle" and treaded down the hill. Water trickled from somewhere nearby. It would be best to take a drink when she could, for she did not know the layout of the land well and could not count on her sensational lack of direction to lead her to water in emergencies. Oddly enough, as Oathkeeper turned her head she glimpsed flashes of red and yellow through the woods; barely a second's worth of looking. How very odd, she mused to herself, to conjure up . . . But she paused the thought and shook her head. It didn't make sense.
But her memory had seemed to light up like the sun at that mere splash of color. And her memory didn't lie; she only could make it lie to her. Thus, logically, she took this as yet again one of its episodes where the memories literally took lives of their own. Conjuring up Owa, she finished with another shake of her head; perhaps she had accidentally left on a "random" button. Usually when water was involved, it was either Crabclaw, or Mysterious Abyss, or Gullwing that came up. Regardless, if it felt like leading her to water, than lead to water she would be. Oath lengthened her strides to catch up to the dark loner, too used to commuting with memories to think this one any odder.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 1:54 pm
Star Seeker found himself up upon the hillside he usually roamed, over looking much of the territory of his former pack. He rarely strayed from the old pack lands, partially in a vain hope his old friends and companions would return here and secondly because it was a land of plenty, the game was good and the resources easy to come by and thus he had remained here for several years. Sitting himself down he stared out over the landscape a vague expression crossing his face.
Sometime passed until suddenly the lean purple and lilac male shook his head and a large grin grew across his face, 'They are coming home' he whispered into the wind, a slight frown followed this, 'I think...' His visions were foggy, they always had been and he had no control over them but this did not bother the male. After another pause he spoke out loud again, 'Well it's good enough for me.' He exclaimed, another grin spread across his face and he stood staring out over the land before letting out a long belly shaking sort of laugh and started off down the hillside.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 8:54 pm
The lone finally reached the water at first oblivious to the other following him, but as she settled at the waters edge to lap u the cool swift running water the sound of the other caught his ears. Flame touched ears swiveled back to listen, sure enough he heard then, and lifting his head and twitching his nose he could smell them. His mind had to be playing tricks on him, the scent was familiar, in such a strong way. But no, he had to be imagining things.
He had been long abandoned, left for dead, to strive out on his own and care for himself. But he couldn't shake it now, he had his mind wrapped around who was out there and apparently headed straight for him. "Who is there?" he called out in a soft growl. He didn't like to be surprised, not anymore at least.
His blood pounded through his body, sending every nerve on fire, he was anticipating something, like he knew what was coming, something he could almost feel but couldn't quite totally grasp it. He wanted to know, even if it wasn't someone he knew he wasn't exactly fond of being followed by anyone, pup nor adult. He cyan colored eyes searched out, looking for any hint, he couldn't see much, but something caught his eye, something bright that stood out among the muted browns and greens of the forest. Almost like the light in his dream. Damned it all, could he never escape from that damn dream?
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 2:10 pm
There is was, what she was sure was Star Seeker's laughter, straight the the bowels all the way to the tips of his ears. Distant, yes, but unmistakeable . . . Ah, today her memory was being more enthusiastic than usual. Perhaps this was intune with a day in the past of her puppyhood when things were simpler and laughter was abundant - perhaps at the expense of others, yes, but a family was a family, was it not? Oath tilted her head up as if expecting to see a night sky which so often was associated with her mentor of sorts, but no: gray clouds were beginning to gather, signalling a storm. Yes, but first, water from the river . . .
While the memory of Star Seeker seemed rather pleased as usual, Owa's was in contrast a tad grumpy. Calling out as if he didn't know who was following him. Silly loner as always, playing these strange games. "The Keeper of Promises of course," she replied softly, deciding to play around with her name if Owa so chose to tease her, shaking her head a tad. "Here for a drink like we're all entitled to. At least, when Abyss isn't being a territorial troll." The look in Oathkeeper's eyes was terribly glazed over, very lost as if in a daydream as she approached the fiery figure she called a mere memory, and she leaned over the water's edge to take a long draught. She liked to keep up conversations as if they mattered.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 5:03 pm
The loner's maw hung open in shock. No, no this could not be, It was impossible, he had to be imagining what lie just before his eyes, the scent, the movement, he could almost reach out and feel the she wolves fur. But no,she was nothing more than a figment of his imagination, he was sure of it. "No...." how whispered pulling himself together. He sniffed again, trying to make himself believe what he could small wasn't really there, but it was just as true and clear as the water in front of him,and the trees around him.
He could see the mist glaze over the females eyes, as though she could not see him. "Oathkeeper..." he breathed stepping forward, landing a paw into the water and drawing it back up, not having expected to step into the cool waters. "but the pack is disbanded, broken and forgotten." he growled deep within his chest, anger flourishing. He wanted to snap at her, discipline her for such, it felt as though she were mocking him, like nothing had ever happened to the pack he had once loved so dearly.
He brought his paw down with a good sized splash into the water in his defiance. Cyan colored eyes vivid, heart pounding in his ears. He was no illusion she had conjured up, but he was as real as she was, able to live, breathe, hunt and roam free as any other wolf living in the present.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 2:53 pm
The splash was unexpected, as was the anger. Water entered her eyes and, with a soft gasp, the pair of light blue became shut and she shook her head to dry herself once more, pawing uselessly at the lids for a few moments before blinking rapidly. Memories were powerful things, yes, but they could not hold substance in the real world; no illusion would have effected the land so. Oath's heart pounded. Fear . . . or exhiliration? Or had she truly lost it and died somewhere along the way? Why did the doubts swirl her now, with a wolf so very much like her Owa growling bitterly before her?
"Wh . . . ?" It took her a few moments to find her tongue, falling down fro mthe clouds of her mind with a slight stagger that was visible. It couldn't be, though! "Owa - ? But . . ." Her mind skirted the darker memories of the war, and Oathkeeper flinched back from the recollections. She had not visited them in so long while in solitude, as if maybe perhaps her impeccable memory could falter for once, grant her peace. "You're . . . all right?"
She had defaulted to a young one's voice, hope filling her tone. His bitter words were like the water still dripping from her chest: all but forgotten with the tiny, yet important revelation.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 4:46 pm
The females shock and sudden revelation took Owa aback, washing away his anger with curiosity. One moment she spoke with him as though they had been carrying on a conversation like they had been traveling together and the next she seemed in shock that he stood there living and breathing. He tilted his head to the side, wondering if the femme was ill.
"I breath just as you do, I walk without a limp, and my eyes still guide me as they always have. Yes, what else would you expect of me?" he asked holding his head high and raising his tail. A great warrior he had been at one point, but that had been a long time ago and those days were gone now. Lost like the sand swept away into the great blue-green waters of the ocean. A small shiver ran down his spine with the feel of the impending storm over head and he looked up as a few scarce drops made their way through the trees, one landing on his nose.
He let out a low growl, he didn't fancy to be caught in the rain. Wet wolf wasn't the most appealing scent, at least not to him. "I don't feel like getting wet..." he grumbled turning away. "You are welcome to come with me, there's a well hollowed opening under the cliffs that I have been taking residence in. Plenty of room for a few wolves." he said starting off slowly, hoping that Oath would follow suit.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 5:00 pm
Several drops, the seconds between them growing shorter with each, plopped upon her fur as well, one landing on her muzzle and once again threatening to splash her eyes closed. A small shiver went up Oathkeeper's spine, but whether it was from the incoming rain or from the utter shock of finding Owa to be a tried and true wolf was unknown. At first incapable of speech, she dumbly nodded her head and tucked her tail in as she followed him; suddenly she felt so much younger, like a pup chided for playing pretend. It was what she had been doing for so long as it was . . .
But it made her wonder: did she also hallucinate Star Seeker's laughter earlier? Or was that also . . . But it was dangerous to get her hopes up so much. One wolf alive was heart-stopping enough. Surely her mentor was not still here in a dead-wolf's land for the pack. Ah, if he knew that Oath had tried shunning her powers, gone untrained purposefully in hopes of being rid of the shaman blood . . . Gentle as Star Seeker was, she hated the mere thought of disappointing him.
"Thank you . . ." she said after a while, rather humbled. Her posture seemed to suggest more of an omega than an alpha's daughter, her head lowered as she let the loner lead. "I . . . I'm sorry. My memories, they . . ." Have a life of their own? She didn't need Owa to think she was crazy now; pitiful enough that she couldn't finish her own sentences. But she was so overcome to try and touch him, lean into that fur to make that he was truly real and here with her - and Oath hated herself for having such trepidations. The rain began to come down first as a light drizzle.
"How are you, Owa?" Oath at last managed to ask after a short time of walking. "What happened after the war?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 2:18 pm
Star Seeker picked up his pace. He was older, older than he cared remember but he was more youthful than anyone half his age and right now he certainly felt it. Hope coursed through his veins and he felt more alive than he he had done in a long time. Clear sky blue eyes looked heaven wards, a regretful action as a rain drop crashed down into his eyes, blinking madly at the brief blindness he shook his head and scolded himself for his foolishness and then laughed.
Shaking his head he chuckled, a new joy taking over him, how he loved the rain and the tickling sensation it gave him as it beat down upon his thick coat, before penetrating deep down to his skin. Childish pleasures, simply pleasures but that was what he loved most. Sure a storm was brewing, it was the season for such a thing but another storm was also forming and that gave him reason to smile further.
He entered the thick forested area below his hillside and there he paused for a moment, closing his eyes and concentrating his thoughts as best he could before once again trotting off in the direction his untutored seer abilities told him to go.
Some moments later he was welcomed with a view he'd been dreaming of for many moons, Oathkeeper. Creeping slowly up behind her and Owa he opened his jaw and snapped playfully at her tail exclaiming, 'Whatever took you so long my girl?'
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 7:53 pm
More laughter: why? Why was her memory taunting her still when she had one packmate with her now? Did her powers mock her? "You thought your family dead, but here is one alive and well despite your gloomy thoughts! Did you think the same concept would really apply with powers in your own blood, silly girl?" That was what it seemed to say at least.
Therefore, feeling something unwanted touch her tail, the reaction was twicefold surprised as it both brought her out of her minor reverie and then smashed her into reality once again - was something attacking them? A shameful yelp escaped Oath as she sped forward and behind Owa, whipping around with a frightened growl to see . . . stars. Gold stars and silver stars and lilac and indigo and -
- Star Seeker? Her heart, which had been beating at double its normal tempo, suddenly staggered again. Oathkeeper felt light-headed, and she leaned against Owa for a moment in support. "What . . . but . . ." Sentences? Hah! She could barely form complete thoughts at this moment. There wasn't . . . but how could . . . why would . . . ? Oathkeeper felt herself quite faint: two of her old packmates found in one day? And of course Star Seeker was acting as though only a few hours had passed since they last saw each other. Gods, but her heart couldn't take much more of these blessings; she merely stared at him owlishly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 2:49 am
Star Seeker had little conception, if any, of time. Remembering little of his childhood and as to why he is present, here today. So the fact that he was now in the presence of his former pack mates after so much time had pasted did not really seem to amaze him much. Foggy memories came to him of the war and fleeing with Oath to try and get her to safety, of having to turn and fight and urge Oath onwards. But placing them in any order of time was not a strength Star Seeker processed and so he came to the simple conclusion that it had happened some time in the past and now she was here, safe and that was that.
He was wearing a broad grin painted across his face and he snapped playfully at his former student, 'You know if hold your face like that the wind may change and then it'll fix it that way and we can't have such a pretty face being frozen in such a horrid fashion now, can we?' The slender male swayed towards her and nuzzled her affectionately and then winked at her and focused upon OWA.
The male always seemed very mysterious to Star Seeker, but he had proved his loyalty to the pack on many accounts and for that Star Seeker respected the male. As usual the male pushed personal boundaries and nudged the dark male shoulder to shoulder and smiled at him, 'Nice to see you OWA.'
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 10:16 am
 Humming loudly to himself, the small green wolf pranced in and out of a patch pftall grass. His pelt allowed him to blend in perfectly with the green of the blades. Like a flash of light, one could see him and he would vanish back into his hiding place, his wild dance moving his paws. Suddenly, a sharp foul scent reached the wolf. His movements stopped and his ears pricked forward. His watery bue eyes, eyes full of laughter, stared before him looking for the owner of that aweful scent. One word flashed in his simple mind: bear.
"Come on and caaatch me!" he sang springing out of the grasses. The bear rose on his back legs and growled. Sticking his tongue out, Fairy Harp raced away before the bear to react to the demeaning gesture. Laughing as his paws seemed to fly across the earth, he didn't notice when it turned to sand.
Tripping over his sunken paws, Harp was flung forward into a hard surface that gave way under his force.
"Owowow.... Huh?" he looked up at the pale indigo wolf he had knocked into with a sheepish smile.
"Why hello there, Sir! How's the weather?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 2:54 pm
 Just my luck Hero thought to himself as he stepped over a fallen log and shook his head to rid himself of a stray raindrop. It was raining. Hero hated the rain, he much preferred the sun and the warmth ...plus the rain tended to turn his heaver then normal ruff into a bedraggled mess the likes of which had never been seen before - or so others had told him.
Typical the wolf thought to himself...his dad as ar as he knew was still off chasing tail, his pack was shattered, he was pretty sure he was lost (thought he'd tried his best to navigate by the stars) and it was now raining. Heaving out a long suffering sigh Hero pushed out of the tree line and picked up his pace as he reached the easier footing of the riverbank, his flicking ears heard voices up ahead and he paused lightly - surely his mind was playing tricks on him fore they sounded quite familiar. Hero was far to hopeful to turn tail and abandon his minds trick and instead picked up his pace once more, swinging around a bed in the river with hopeful blu eyes...could it really be?
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