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[Maya]

Azaria

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Darkness fluttered through the lands, grasping hold of every crevice that had once been lighted with a golden splash had now been held captive in ebony. The moon hung above in a sliver, mocking those below with a crooked smile that never failed to taunt animals gazing up at it in its splendor. A faint light that was spared by the moon captured onto a moving a figure. It was a flare of white to flaw the black canvas that refused to be identical to the surroundings around it. The world that once held a radiant glow was now stifled, colors dulled to a faint black and yet there was something white in this environment. The figure moved at a leisurely pace, flickering in and out of the shadows that loomed around it, and waiting for their chance to destroy the blemish in the night scenery.

The world, despite the night claiming it, still roared with life. A waterfall glowing and brimming as it thundered with its sound, water colliding with water in a consistent cycle. The figure kept making its advances, also seemed to glow with the less than ethereal light above, causing it to look eerie. The female dawned in white could only look as if she were a figment of one’s imagination, a paranormal being, a restless spirit who refused to cross over into the light. Smoldering, metallic eyes of gold burst forth from the white coat, piercing through the night and focusing on the beauty that remained untouched.

The petite frame of the she-wolf looked as if with a gust of wind that she would shatter by its force. She looked delicate and fragile; some that wanted to covet and keep her locked away in their forces would find that those golden eyes would ignite with a passionate fire. With such colorful eyes, some identified it to rival the wild and untamable flame that would spread through the land rapidly to destroy all in its path. To find similarities in the small and delicate flower of a female to such a mighty inanimate object was silly, but the young wolf was fire manifested in the form of a wolf. Her quick temperament and easy ability to stir up chaos was similar to the ways of fire. She would leave nothing in her path but destruction and yet even she had redeeming qualities. Where fire could destroy various objects, it could also give the ability to let newer things to grow. Azaria could do just that. She could destroy someone beyond recognition and yet give them a new breath of life.

Her eyes flitted to the side, gazing at the waterfall with a pleasant smile. It turned out that this was the place where she could let her weary head down and find some peace. This entire place gave her serenity at the end of the day. Her mind could race with various thoughts but here, she could just drink in the stillness. She could relieve herself from whatever she encountered but lately nothing had happened, she had met no one since arriving here which disheartened the three year old considerably. She was sociable, eager to greet anyone that came her way, and yet she found herself alone. Her smile faltered slightly but she refused to give up hope. Someone else would have to come and enjoy all Mother Nature had to offer… Right?



Ooc: Such a fail! Posts will get better once someone joins. Promise! Enjoy! =: )

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] Smears of saffron and goldenrod created the backdrop for a slowly descending ball of pure brilliant light over the Irrsin borders. Lingering clouds reflected the same hues as they, too, crawled across the ever changing evening sky. More great dashes of faded magenta and plum gradients appeared as the remaining daylight began sinking into the horizon. Lines of dry green were parted like the seas as they blurred past an ebony shape, hastily galloping through their long, swaying tendrils. His great gait bounded easily across this gradually curving, flat, domain of grass; a thumping rhythm that acted as a catharsis to the ashen male. Each cycle of impact to forward motion resounded with his heart as if his very existence was fueled by that repetitive action. It gave an outlet to his pent up frustration, able to simply run through his troublesome emotions until they were extinguished by absolute exhaustion. Zy had just about enough of Kyren. He couldn't take the ingrate speaking down to him like that. The thought alone made his upper lip curl, bearing his ivory canines. A breaking point was reached and the male had lost his verbal control once more, but managed to suppress the urge to throw himself at the irritating wolf, and was now taking out said anger by running. The only thing this action couldn't help him with however, was dealing with him when the male returned. Zy didn't know if he could. The guy was like sandpaper--rough, abrasive, and only good at rubbing things the wrong way. As Zy was contemplating his return to the inner parts of Irrsin a faint howl fluttered in the breeze across his auds. They twitched in response, causing the male to lose his pace and stop. 'Kasimira.' She sounded... injured? The call was weak, almost hinting of fear, nothing like the alpha he knew. She had been 'visiting' their neighbor, whom Zy currently knew nothing of, and took a side-trip to the rock, but could something have happened in between there, or after? He turned toward the sound, but hesitated. Why should he go to her? The great Kyren surely would be able to defend his dominor. What reason was there for him to venture back there now? 'You'll have to face them eventually' The thought wormed its way into his mind before quickly being driven out. He didn't need his own self telling him what he already knew. The male continued his trek at a slow walk, nearing closer to the edge of Kasimira's scent border. He was close enough to hear the roar of the falls, echoing off the rocks and trees, breaking the silence left by empty birdcalls. It was twilight now. What little light left was nearly blotted out by the immobile horizon, and stars began to cast tiny shadows across the freshly painted moonlit canvas. It was calm, almost strangely so to Zy. Being alone in the ever encasing darkness was never something he was fond of. At least it wasn't a smothering pitch black; the kind which seemed to even penetrate lungs, and fill them with a constrictive force that made breathing difficult. The light from above illuminated objects, creating shadows which danced as a cool wind raced through them. The din of the falls grew with intensity as Zy continued his path. He didn't quite know where he was headed, but instinct told him danger was nowhere near by, even though he was outside of his marked limits. Suddenly a change in tone drew his attention. A white figure was moving through his vision and seemed to be almost aglow with moonlight. He observed this phantasmal shape as it drifted across the land wondering just what exactly it was. Upon moving closer he realized it was in fact another wolf, although a tiny fragment of him still decidedly said it was one of the goddesses. Curiously he edged forward, captivated by the sheer contrast the fem had with her surroundings, yet at the same time so similar. The feathery spray from the falls caught the same dazzling light as her and became even more so as she walked near it. There were few times in his life when Zy saw anything but himself as stunning; this was one of them. Whether it was the ivory fem herself, or the divine celestial lighting, the male knew something was different about her. He'd have to be insane to pass up his chance of talking to the angelic wolf. Approaching from behind Zy sauntered up beside her with an air of flirtatious curiosity, signature grin plastered across his face. "I didn't know Eperna had a sister. What brings a goddess like you way out here?"

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Azaria

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Azaria had settled though her golden eyes overworked the land multiple times. She took in the world around her, spotting nothing out of the ordinary. It was all the same. Her eyes fell to the rock that resided two feet away from her and she took note that it had once been further away. Azaria had been here multiple times, refusing to let a day go by without visiting here but often she came during the night. There was some sort of majestic aura this place held when the light from the sun had been snuffed out, replaced by the dark and suffocating dismal light of the moon. Shards of a pale white filtered through the canopies of clustered trees but fanned out as if to respect the roaring waterfall as it claimed Azaria’s soul, soothing her. She cast a look at her reflection, watching as the never placid surface distorted her face.

Azaria watched as her face contorted to the will of the waterfall, bending and shifting as if she didn’t recognize herself. Her golden eyes were bright, standing out against the mist that lightly collided with her coat every so often as if a mother consoling a child. She was alone in this masterpiece, absorbing all this area had to offer time and time again. She could understand why the wolves had left it alone, refusing to let even the largest of egos claim it as their own. In her mind, this place was already claimed by the wilderness that ran rampant through this entire place. She smiled faintly, watching her reflection deeply but thought to herself. ’Eperna, I could use some comfort, at least someone to talk to.’ It wasn’t a demand of the goddess but Azaria had found herself faced with nothing. She had no one to talk to; no one to drive away the loneliness but that was on Azaria’s shoulders. She had picked the life of a free-roamer and now it seemed she was dreading it.

She let her gaze shift from her reflection, gazing at the thunderous falls that seemed so mighty in its existence, wearing against the surface of sharp rocks until they became smooth. She saw felt the smooth pebbles lightly against her front paws, letting the cold water lap against them. Once her metallic gaze settled back onto her reflection, it was different. Where she was white it had now turned ebony with dapples of brown, and her eyes were no longer an explosive gold. Her eyes had turned to a yellowed color. Soon a voice accompanied the strange reflection and Azaria was startled. Had she lost herself in her mindless wonderings? This wasn’t like her. The whitened female jumped slightly, expressive face lighting with surprise. It was male by the sounds of it but it was someone to talk to. Soon the look of surprise was drowned beneath the surface of her face and replaced with a pleasant smile that beamed with radiant warmth and joy.

’Thank you, Miss Eperna.’ She thought, completely happy that her goddess had left her by the wayside. Her tail wagged at his words and a soft laugh escaped her lips. She shook her head, refusing the fact that she even compared to a goddess. ”Well, one of us had to shine,” she exhaled softly, feigning a look of disappointment. ”It just had to be her. She was always the favorite.” She rolled her eyes, furthering the role of a sibling left to dwell in the shadow of the eldest sister, envious of the attention but refusing to voice it. She laughed gently again, smiling as she turned away from the reflection as it had begun to mix in with her own. She observed the male for a moment and inhaled lightly, taking in his scent that was stirred in the with smell of the waterfall. It appeared that he belonged to a pack, a fairly decent sized one at that. She neglected this and instead made her inviting smile grow at the edges.

”I frequently come here for serenity, a place where I can feel safe without being attacked by dominors and claimed as their slave.” She shrugged, it was true. Azaria could spit in their faces but she knew that somewhere within their sick and vile minds was a thought to claim a free-roamer as theirs. Luckily, she had slipped past all who thought it was possible and morally right. ”And what of you? What brings a god like you out here,” she inquired back at him, gentle tones laced with teasing. Her golden eyes dancing with inaudible laughter.

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] Energy, embodied fire, even with the glint of surprised joy, the ethereal creature before him could not possibly be of the earthy sort, let alone one that would ever cross paths with such lowly dirt as him. No matter how the fem jested about Zy's humorous question, denying his claims of her divine birth, a small part of him linked this wolf with something higher than himself in both beauty and grace. He wondered how such light could exist in a world so corrupt, where nothing escaped the grasping tendrils of darkness. Surely he and her could not be of the same animal; A lowly sklavin, and an earth embodied deity. Her elation at Zy's forthcoming was curiously contagious. This, coupled with her voiced humor, brought the wolf closer to the ground, but in a good way. Sure, she was still practically floating in front of him, but the communication made her more approachable, tangible, assuring that she was, at the bare minimum, a figment of his imagination with a sense of laughter. Her smile tugged on his heart strings, an emotion and sight not seen nor felt by the male in quite some time. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time the showing of so much teeth had ever been something that caused a happy feeling to creep through him. 'Don't go gettin soft on me, me. I'd like to keep what dignity I have intact.' Zy couldn't help but smile stupidly back, laughing at both her jealous younger sister routine, and himself for being a victim of first sight crushes. "Iudex's loss is my gain." A playful smirk and more light laughter followed his comment. As his conversation partner shifted her attention so did the male, casting his eyes on the cascading pool before them. The image he saw inflicted feelings of amusement and insecurity. Without his presence the surface would contain only reflections of her flawless white, lacking the unsteady mingling of black. It acted as a reminder of all the previous souls he had corrupted for his own dark, selfish gains. Disorder followed him like a shadow; Misfortune soared with the vultures above. Both knew him, his actions, and he fulfilled their wildest dreams with his own. 'This is why we can't have nice things,' he reminded himself after each self inflicted disaster. Not that he let it get to him that often. The good thing about fighting for survival is that morality and conscience are lost in the consuming inferno. The lighter side to the Lion King-esq moment was the possibility that the fem wasn't nearly as innocent as her appearance made her. Glancing back up and blending yellow with gold, he glimpsed at the same destructive potential, though her's much more elegant; terrifying; thrilling. Maybe there was something beyond the dazzling covering, masked by the glow. Now this was interesting. ”I frequently come here for serenity, a place where I can feel safe without being attacked by dominors and claimed as their slave.” This explained part of her enchanting aura. The pure fem had never seen the irons of slavery; had bowed to no creature. Untainted freedom--Zy remembered it. The whole expanse of the globe was one's sandbox. He was able to shape his destiny, actions, with no sense of boundaries. Essentially, it was suicide. Fire left unchecked will burn itself out, devouring everything, leaving nothing but death and ashes in its wake. This fem however, was not as unstable as Zy, or at least appeared more sound. She knew to dread the noose if she feared captivity. It was impossible for the male to see the goddess as someones plaything; amused him to think of those who'd try. ”And what of you? What brings a god like you out here,” Zy liked this girl more by the second. He smirked, not planning on lying, before explaining himself. "Oh you know, the usual godly duties. Disobeying "master", crossing some red tape, finding hot girls in the woods. All in a days work." Laughter escaped his maw at the sheer thought of Kasimira seeing him breaking so many rules and talking to a wolf hotter than her. She'd be jealous and furious. "I'm Zy, by the way. Temporary fugitive of Irrsin and her Queen Kasimira the Great." He really was planning on going back, formulating his excuse that he knew wouldn't pass it, he just wanted to have some fun while he was out and could still move. "I'll be your boyfriend if you promise not to tell Kazzi on me miss...?" Once again a mischievous smile crossed Zy's facade, coupled with an overly pitiful puppy-look. It was almost hard to tell if he was being genuine or joking. The male just hoped the other would stick around a bit longer. OOC;; Mannn. Sorry I poofed. xDD;; School, summer.. you know the thing. But I'm back now : D... I think. Fo sho.

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Azaria

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Azaria studied the male openly, catching herself wondering of where he had come from and what had exactly brought him here. She knew not of his ranking but she was sure his pack would not be the happiest wolves on earth to find that he had been gallivanting about with a free roamer. Surely, he would be severely punished for his indecent behavior and Azaria could feel herself become aware of this. She didn’t like packs for most Alphas had the high and mighty air to them that turned Azaria off. It made her want to speak out against them, rebel and show them that no matter what, they could not force her into doing what she didn’t want to do. Packs stifled her mind, refusing to let her speak what was on it, and muse what crossed it as well. She could never explain that she had more to offer than what she appeared.

The thought of being a slave made her skin crawl and she knew that she would disobey her ‘master.’ Fire ran through her soul, claimed it and was visible within her steely gaze. She would fight back; there was no doubt about that. She was opinionated and stubborn, not exactly the most wanted traits but this made her drive and determination to succeed build. She wanted nothing more than to prove others wrong and with the fire inside her, it was continuously being fueled.

Her eyes finally shifted, dropping to the ground as if in a sheepish way. She had been staring at the male for far too long, and was sure he might be a little wary of it. Last thing she needed was for him to pinpoint her as an ill-mannered being. Azaria soon let her eyes drift back onto him, watching as he smiled at her and it seemed he might think the opposite of her. He connected her somehow to the deities that roamed above, and Azaria could only feel not only flattered, but a little caught off guard. Eperna and all the others were too far out of grasp but the thought of being somehow related to them was intriguing but was never reachable. She respected all of them, and would in no way wish to cross them either. "Iudex's loss is my gain." His statement only confirmed her thoughts that he still traced her back to the gods and goddesses. Surely, she wasn’t helping the matter with her teasing.

Azaria shook her head playfully, feigning a mock look of hopelessness. She was sure it would be a little hopeless to revert his mind into thinking that Azaria was just, well, plain old Azaria. Wherever he got the idea piqued her curiosity and it had been too long since it had risen within her. His eyes trailed back towards the churning surface of the falls, tracing the imagery of their reflections melding together. His coat was far more interesting than her own. She was purely white, blinding in the sun and yet glowed ethereally under the moons light. She blended in in only one season, whereas, his cover came every day through the darkness of night. She stuck out sorely, easily depicted against the horizon when maybe she was seeking to have the element of surprise. He was lucky in that sense but maybe he felt differently.

His voice caught her and Azaria swept away from the liquid to stare at him. So he was bound in shackles to a wolf. Yet, this did not make Azaria feel off guard but rather interested. A slave had escaped the lands of his owner and had found himself here. The reason as to why he escaped was unknown, but various conclusions came to her mind, most of which were probably too far off or her imagination went a little crazy on her. She laughed gently at his proposal and shifted them. With ease she hauled herself to her paws, and permitted her eyes to survey him. ”Azaria, no need for miss.” She smiled and she looked thoughtful for a moment. She stepped closer to him, encircling him twice before halting in front of him. Eyes of gold smoldered with mischievousness, glinting with a spark that resided within those rounded irises. She took in the puppy-like look and sighed. ”Oh, I suppose,” she answered, smiling teasingly at him. ”Your offer is far too interesting to pass on.” A gentle laugh pushed its way through her, entering the air. She didn’t know if he was being serious or joking, but the look on his face was far too humorous to not laugh. She sat down once more, a smile residing upon her lips with no intention of going anywhere for quite some time.



Ooc: No worries! =: ) Glad you're back! Hehe!

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] Maybe he shouldn't have told the girl where he was from, or let her in on the not so secretive secret that the stunning male before her was, believe it or not, a slave indentured to a very cranky ashen queen. More often than not, as soon as a free-roamer caught scent of a runaway sklavin they'd be gone in the opposite direction as soon as possible. Zy didn't blame them. He brought nothing but trouble in his unusual antics and the more cautious wolves eagerly avoided him on instinct. It didn't bother him all that much unless that fleeing canine went and tipped off his owners to where he was. That just about canceled the rest of the male's day plans when "master" came and dragged him back to his designated area to have some sense beaten into him. This fem however, didn't seem to be running after his announcement. Azaria, as she introduced herself as, appeared more curious than fearful. He was relieved, to say the least. Her white frame circled around him a few times, his eyes watching her movements as she came in and out of sight. He felt a grin spread across his face, wondering if she took the same interest in him that he did in her. He doubted it, but didn't put it past the realm of possibility. She had this mischievous teasing air about her, a spark that fluttered beneath her golden eyes, that resonated off his own playful nature. Her retort and energetic laugh only proved she could deal with his odd flirtatious ways. ”Oh, I suppose. Your offer is far too interesting to pass on.” He laughed. She was a find, indeed. Why couldn't the wolves back in Irrsin be more willing to play, like her? They all just seemed so dull and lifeless in comparison to Azaria's blazing spirit. They were so serious, hard-edged, like Kyren. He was so high off himself that he failed to see how heartless and demeaning he behaved towards others. That guy had more of an ego than Zy did. Calliope wasn't exempt from the boring stamp he'd placed on the pack. She just crouched and cringed at the slightest thing. The girl needed a backbone. He made a mental note for when he came back to teach her through a baptism of fire how to get her fire he knew she had somewhere back. Settling his thoughts back from Irrsin to the wolf in front of him he attempted to figure something else to say, not that he ever was at a loss for words. "Well Azaria, since such a pretty thing like you's wandering the falls without an escort, I'm guessing you don't have a pack?" He paused to sit down with a smirk again. "Not to be prying or anything, its just you don't see many free-roamers anymore. I was startin' to wonder if our-- err, their kind existed anymore." That little slip of the tongue made him remember how fun it used to be back in the days of unabashed freedom. All those bittersweet memories came flooding back, turning back the clocks of time in his head. Rusty gears churned and rotated, disturbing the cobwebs crafted by months of forgotten events long gone. He figured while he was pretending to be free, he might as well let his thoughts be so too-- at least until he couldn't bare the teasing calls any longer. OOC;; eww. Failpost. lol.

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Azaria

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By how Azaria was, she wasn’t the most cautious wolf to tread these lands. She accepted challenges whenever they came by, forcing her mind to achieve the ultimate goal of proving others wrong. Naturally, her stubborn and determined drive sprouted from her, spurning her on as if they were her beloved companions. She wasn’t one to run away from anything, unless it was some snarling bear, but other than that, she remained rooted to the spot. She wasn’t a snitch, running off to tattle on a disobedient slave who escaped the greedy clutches of their supposed owner. Hell, in Azaria’s mind, she was praising him for it. It still showed, no matter what, these slaves had minds of their own that deciphered subjects and topics in their own independent ways. A mind that could work on its own, have its own opinion and ideas to be shared, yet dominors attempted to stifle these things, forcefully pushing them into a state of mind where they didn’t recognize themselves. Making slaves become mute, silent, and seemingly robotic as they nodded their heads eagerly at whatever command was thrown their way. In her mind, Zy wasn’t a runaway slave, he was a wolf who was Azaria’s equal, and yet he was showing the corrupt ways of the packs.

Certainly Azaria wasn’t following the status quo, yes she respected the deities but part of her questioned them. Why abandon their mortals when some were bound and chained to another who barked orders so they could lie around. Why would they let happen? Azaria knew that the gods were fickle creatures, determining what would happen for their mortals, but it made no sense to her. Most slaves didn’t chose this way of life; it was thrust upon them at birth, predetermined as their innocent minds soon lost the luster shine to slowly become tarnished into a cloudy gray. Azaria let her eyes flick towards the male, observing him openly to await the response from her playful statement.

The laugh that left his lips easily made her smile, eyes strengthening the emotion as it appeared they too were smiling at him as well. Her eyes, Azaria was almost sure, would betray her no matter what. They amplified her emotions, but not only that, they also brought the emotions she didn’t want others to see into the light. She was an open book with those pages that bared her soul to all willing to skim through whatever was inscribed onto the paper. Azaria fleetingly wondered about Zy’s pack. She was curious to know about those pack mates of his, seeing as she had picked up a few scents. She wondered if they were bland and lifeless, dragging their paws in the dirt, or were they lively and peppy, laughing and pleasantly jousting with playful words. She assumed it wasn’t exactly the optimistic imagery she had conjured up but perhaps, Azaria was willing enough to gaze into the real scenery with her own eyes. It was a dare she was eager to accept to see his pack life for herself.

Zy’s voice drew her back to the here and now, forcing her to leave the ramblings of her mind. She sat down, listening attentively to the male before recognition flooded her visage. The little slip of his tongue had given her a glimpse into what his past life was. He was once a free-roamer having the ability to mold and sculpt the path he wanted but why was he now a slave? She nodded, mirroring his smirk with a smirk of her own. ”No, I have no pack. I’m afraid they can’t control me as much as they would like to.” She shrugged but her smirk broadened into a smile, eyes deceiving her as they brought the fact that Azaria was stirring up a secret beneath the surface. ”Although, you might see a familiar face of a certain white wolf lingering near your pack.” The way she had spoken of her idea was in a mysterious way. Even if he attempted to change her mind, Azaria’s stubborn ways would rebel against any request. A playful look caught in her eyes as she grinned. ”Bet you’d like that, eh,” she inquired, laughing gently but her mind was stuck on a particular question. Why was Zy a slave now? Her face suddenly sobered, an inquiry lingering in her eyes as she shifted away from his face. Her eyes glanced down at the waters as they lapped the shores, debating internally about voicing such a heavy weighted question. She exhaled softly, turning back to gaze at Zy with hesitancy. ”You said ‘our kind,’ but what changed? Why are you a slave now?” Her voice was soft and gentle, heavy with kindness and wondering, though had left an unspoken door open that Zy could close if he decided not to answer.



Ooc: Your post was good!

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