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 Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 2:09 pm
 The hulking blue wolf made his way through the forest at a leisurely -- some may even call it lazy -- stroll, paws kicking up mud behind him. This autumn was full of rainy days and moldy fallen leaves in browns and reds. And it held a chill that some wolves didn't quite appreciate. Belial's winter coat was coming in, as November loomed closer, but it didn't calm his mind any. Winter was winter; bitter, cold, and lonely...
Not always, whispered the Demon. A second voice, crueler, colder, sharper than his own husky baritone, echoed in his head for only him to hear. Belial's ears flattened back against his skull. "Hush." And the Demon merely laughed. Belial kept his head and tail low as he returned to sulking, coming upon a slowly moving river. His tongue dipped into the cool water, and after he'd drank his fill, he stood to move.
A laugh made him glance down, down at his reflection. He wasn't sure, but the laught might've come from him... Blank eyes reflected hollowly, the pale veins lurking among his dark fur standing out. And on his face was a snarl. Belial scrambled backwards, uttering a prayer. Stay away from reflective surfaces; check. The Demon chuckled.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 2:59 pm
 She was growing at last! Neither large nor tiny, but perhaps a tad on the small side, yes. But what did that matter when she could romp as she pleased, with so much more freedom than when just a pup? Gamboling as much as she did, Eden found herself accustoming quickly into her larger body, but the mindset of a child stayed in her still. She enjoyed her games of makebelieve as much as she ever did, for in them she could at least be someone who wasn't timid and shy and so very dependent on the company of others.
A memory had called to her this day, that of a strangely multi-colored male she had discovered as a pup whose black eyes had intimidated her, but whose quiet mannerisms made his presence all the more enjoyable - and even at times, because of the strong expression he could make - entertaining. Was he still around these parts? Eden hadn't seen him in so long, and she worried for the foundling. Thus, in the midst of her thoughts, she paused to take a drink from the river and to her curiosity foudn that someone else was also there.
Such strange coloring! She had not yet seen the male's eyes and, not wanting to be thought upon first as a submissive girl, Eden decided to pursue friendly conversation with him under one of her more cheerful guises as a princess - for was it not royalty's duty to converse with each and every individual passing her way, by oncincidence or by fate? Not that Eden thought of herself so highly; in fact, she barely thought of herself as Eden at all when acting! This was the Princess of the Heavens! "Hello there!" she called, tail wagging. This one seemed disturbed by somethign in the water. "Is something the matter in the river?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:24 pm
The prayer was cut short as he tripped over a knotted root. He flung forwards, scrambling to gain a foothold and coming face to face with a -- very pretty, might he add -- youth. Belial's ears flicked forwards, interest gleaming in those milky white eyes, eyes that might've scared her off. He held his breath as she spoke, her voice soft and melodious.
"No..." A glance back at the river, the Demon sent him an image of a snarling blue wolf with blank eyes and Belial quickly blinked the image away. It stayed when he closed his eyes, vivid and bright, so he focused on her instead. "Nothing. Who might you be?" His head tilted to the side, putting on a cheerful guise best he could with the Demon chuckling in his ear. "I'm Belial by the way." Not the name his mother had given him, but a name he had chosen all his own.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:46 pm
Indeed when he fixated her with those pale eyes she shuddered, but this was to be expected. Not yet had she gained the composer to keep herself level-headed when faced with something as strange as pupil-less eyes; not even her few escapades with the black-eyed boy had conditioned her to regard them as something less than queer. But this pair was worse than simply pure black in some ways and gentler in others - but in neither case could she look them in the eye; Eden lowered her head immediately.
"Careful there," she said, trotting forward a few steps with a little smile, forgetting her play-act for a moment. "I wouldn't want anyone hurt on my account, mister. You can call me Eden."
Belial? Where had she heard that name before? It sounded familiar, but certainly this wolf was not . . .
"Oh! I mean, I am one of the Princesses of the Heavens," she quickly rectified in a more serious tone, deeper than her regular soprano. Hadn't her parents ever told her not to give strangers her name? Or for that matter not talk to so many of them? But Eden had such a wanderer's spirit, and her curiousity allowed her to broaden her horizons; surely her parents couldn't mind that? "I am on my daily walk beyond the palace grounds. What might you be doing, Mister Belial?"
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