Are Silver Linings Real? (Saphira)

[Malachi]

To any other wolf this would be beautiful, but it's appeal was lost on the male that walked along the waters edge. His image fuzzy and distorted in the rippling liquid..just like his life was now. He tried pushing others away but the protectiveness he felt toward them drew the mottled male to them. Just like the wounded Phoenix. Odd companions were made but none the less a bond was forged. Who knew how strong.


Melodic bird songs filled the air, happy buzzing of insects around his head. But he ignored them all, he had no influence on them. Whether or not he was here, they would still sing. He didn't matter. A sigh escaped his lips as he walked onward. 

Stormy blue eyes looked up from the ground as he surveyed the area, scents of others reached his nose but he didn't feel the need to investigate them. Why bother them? 

A pause to lap up some cold clear water. A simple thing really but somehow made him feel better, lighten his spirits. Odd really. Looking up again he actually looked at the landscape, the way the colors danced over the waters. He sat and stared, lost in his own little world where thoughts and imagination fused with reality. 

A rare smirk crossed his face, briefly but certainly there. How long had it been since he just stopped everything? Stopped worrying, battering himself with damnation and self-loathing. He couldn't remember. This moment wouldn't last long before something set him off again, he knew that. Soon he would be guilty for allowing himself a slight respite...but now right now. 

Dark tipped ears began to flicker back and forth, listening for assumed attackers, a behavior he learned early on. Never agin did he wish to be caught off guard. He would be prepared for anything! A warriors heart and fighters strength he had worked hard to maintain would not go to waste.


Saphira

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Word count; 464. || Tagged; Malachi || Muse; Swaying.
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The ast area of water known as "Nyspoli's Pool" had been a lucky spot Saphira recently, she'd made a new friend at the edges of the water and had thoroughly enjoyed the female's presence, and had every intention of meeting her again someday. But today she'd just come for a cool, refreshing drink of water. She was standing near the tree she'd met Arkrael at as she lapped up the water thirstily. She'd recently dug up a rabbit, and her mouth tasted as much of dirt as it did rabbit, and she was glad to clean the dirt from her lips now. Her toes were splashing in the water as she playfully lifted and slapped down her forepaws as if in rhythm with some kind of music. The birds that sang and danced in the trees were perhaps the beat she was stomping to. She loved the song of birds, so long as they were up in the trees and little, not screeching hawks or spooky owls. The golden-splashed female shook her pelt as she felt satisfied with her drink and cleaning off her face.

Her ears perked at the sound of the water being disrupted again. Dual-colored eyes focused on her paws; stiff and still. So someone else was here. Slowly Saphira raised her gaze, and past the shallow end of the pools across from her was another wolf. He was surprisingly just about as big as she, a male. Odd. His fur was so simply attractive. It was the very lack of something in it that made her unable to look away. Stunningly simple, and he was so quiet that she hadn't noticed him until just now. She watched as he stared at himself in the water, his eyes accompanied by an odd little smirk of wry design. The Arctic female hummed a gentle tone, too quiet to be heard, and stepped away from the water.

His ears began to flit about, probably hearing as the female wolf made silent progress towards him across the ground. When she reached the water, a shallow little corner, the only span of area apart from herself and him. Knowing the break in the water's silence would give her away, Saphira lurched forward, her forepaws landing harshly to create a large splash of water that flew back at her face. Her back paws landed shortly after and she ran through the shallow water until she reached now-muddy dirt as water collected in the imprints where her paws had been. "Hello, stranger." The female barked her greeting happily, her tail wagging. "You look pretty lost in thought." She commented, stopping just a yard or so in front of him, her body language calm, but not submissive.

[Malachi]

Well whomever it was obviously gave up on being quiet and started splashing towards him. A brow raised in curiosity at the light form bounding his way until it stopped in front of him. It was then he saw her face....she was gorgeous! Slightly taken aback, the fighter who thought he was prepared for everything was proven wrong. 

He had never met a female outside of his family and if all females were as pretty as her, he would be in trouble. Maybe that's why his Uncle Kenai was so shy around them, he had been told of them but now he actually saw one! Like a fairy tale come to life! 

His tongue was not in his control for awhile as he just looked at her in a sort of shock. But then he shook his head and spoke, a baritone that rumbled from his chest as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Hello." Swirled blue grey eyes looked up at her, now that the shock of meeting her was calming he was able to think more clearly. "Yes, I was. There's much in the world to think about, ponder and plan." 

Then he he realized he had completely forgotten to do what his uncle had taught him to do when one met a lady. Wishing to remedy his mistake, he bowed his head respectfully, "I am Malachi, miss." 

Always treat a lady with respect and equality, Malachi. They are just as capable as males, in some ways better than we are.....

The words of Kenai danced in his head as he lifted himself from his courtly bow. Looking up to her golden masked face, he noted her two different colored eyes with care. Never before had he seen someone so marked as her. Kayi, his sister, was an albino something he knew was quite rare from what the adults told him at the time. But surely having two different colored eyes was a gift in itself as well.

"Forgive me, do I trespass upon your land?"


Saphira

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Word count; 767. || Tagged; Malachi
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Saphira was smiling brightly as her feet touched the dirt, her paws, legs, underbelly and chest dripping water as she and this strange male sized each other up, but it wasn't uite like that. Neither wanted to fight, but they had things to take into account before they spoke next. The golden-marked female lowered her head and giggled a bit as the silence went on, his eyes locked on her as though he were mesmerized by her beauty. The Arctic-blood took that in stride, shaking her fur with a breathy giggle. She kicked out her back leg to make sure the water was rid of her toes as she hear him explain how much there was to ponder. "Hello." She greeted in return, lost in his eyes for a moment, her trance broken only as he began to speak again, and her ears perked to listen intently.

Ponder and plan, she was familiar with that. Her eyes fell to look at the water as it reflected back their images. She smiled at her reflection. "Yeah, there is. This world is so big and so much can happen in just one day." She hummed at the thought. So much could happen in short amounts of time. Her pack could fell apart in less than a year, her father could fall from a great force to a broken male deprived of love and lacking closure. As the alpha's daughter, she felt she wasn't supposed to be feeling this way, but not all emotions could be fought. Her pack had crumbled and she's only been able to sit back and watch as her siblings rushed around to make up for what had been ruined by their own actions. Her sister had made quite a sacrifice to save the pack, one she couldn't make this early in her life. But, she held no jealousy. She didn't know if she could handle being a mother.

"Plan makes you sound like an evil genius or something," the white-pelt laughed, clearly able to see this wolf wasn't that type. Plan was probably used in a more practical term, but it offered a good chance for her to tease, all the same. She sat down, not minding that her legs and hindquarters were now getting muddy. She'd just take a dip and wash it out later, after her conversation was done. Maybe he'd want to go swimming with her! The last time she'd invited someone swimming she'd come away with a new friend, after all! Maybe it was a pattern.

Her eyes flicked back to the grey-pelted male from the water as he bowed his held and offered is name. Saphira held her head high in return. That's right, she was a member of Descai! A pack proud and strong. Despite its current turmoil, she had to remember to show only grace and strength in the presence of those who didn't know where she came from. She had to make a good impression for her pack, and while she didn't let that include cruelty, she did have to make sure she was holding her head high and was feared if need be. But for now, with this male, Malachi, she felt only the need to hold her posture strong. "It is nice to meet you, Malachi." She greeted with a slow bow of her head as she accepted his greeting as sufficient.

Saphira watched this male as he thought, able to see his mind working as he gathered them in order to speak his next sentence. A question; ah, a good question, too! The Descai subordinate lifted one paw in a sort of regal appearance and said, "No, not these lands. You are not far from my pack's lands, though. You should watch your step. The pack does not take kindly to those who wander into our home. Kamari." She spoke the name loud and proud. "Our home land is Kamari. Oriens isn't really anybody's home, though," she lowered her paw, looking out at the beauty of the lake. "It's actually a shame. These lands are gorgeous... I would take them as my own, if I had the choice." She turned her gaze back to malachi and smiled more calmly. "But we're on equal ground here. You don't need to bow, but I must represent my home, and I must hold my head high. doesn't mean I think little of you, you're gorgeous." She winked her blue eye playfully.

[Malachi]

She was so bubbly, he wasn't sure what to do about it. He was never one to be called hyper, even as a young pup. Malachi was the more serious one and whenever he tried to play with his siblings, it was always to roughly. But her demeanor reminded him of his long lost family and a touch of sadness started to clasp his heart. But he refused to dwell on it now and tried to ignore the strong emotion and focus on her. 

A pack wolf, hmm. He thought to himself. He was never sure if he would fit in well with a pack. What if it just turned out bad or he would forever be a sort of loner even within a packs boundaries. He could see that easily happen. 

He took her words as truth. He could see no reason she would have to lie to him, even though he was by no means frightened by the picture painted for him. He had seen to much in life to be apprehensive about a packs anger. But then again, he had no reason to provoke it. Causing undue trouble wasn't really in his nature.

Her surprising compliment once again confused him. No one ever spoke of him in such a flattering way. Usually compliments like that were reserved for his sisters beauty. He was praised for strength and skill in combat...never looks. 

Tilting his head at her wink, he smirked with a touch of wonderment. She was something else to be sure. But he had no idea how to respond. Deciding to pass it by in case he made a fool of himself, he chose a different line of conversation. "Thank you for the warning, miss. I assure you I mean no one harm, nor have any plans to purposely invoke the anger of your family. I'm honor-bound to only protect and destroy evil." A warriors oath, while he was still quite young and has yet to see any proper war, he carried his vow faithfully. 

Keeping his gaze levels to her, trying to figure out this wondrous creature he met. Not even knowing her name, but throughly enthralled. She confused him but it didn't irritate him in the least. His logical mind was busy trying to sort out her behavior, wondering if she may have a positive influence in his darker frame of mind that seemed the norm for him now. 

"Perhaps, one day, your wish shall be granted and you can call this place home. You seem quite fond of it and, if it isn't to forward to say, you enhance the beauty of this place immensely." He felt awkward saying such a thing. But if she could give him a compliment, why couldn't he do the same? 


Saphira

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Word count; 512. || Tagged; Malachi || Muse; Music~
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Saphira's eyes were bright as ever as she looked him over, wondering how many wolves had such a simple pattern of color. Most, if not all actually, of her pack-mates had something out-standing about them. They each had a splash of uniqueness to them. Saphira was on the lesser half of that beauty, but hell if she wasn't still gorgeous! She knew she was a simple kind of stunning, and oh how she owned it, but she always wished she could better things about herself. Unfortunately when it come to her gold markings she could no nothing.

The wolf giggled, and then laughed as she leaned closer to him and asked, "Why do you look so shocked for getting a compliment?" She couldn't understand why he appeared to have never heard this compliment before. Did no one else see what she did? He was like a storm cloud, the grey of his fur the sight of the storms of day, and his eyes reflecting the evening rainstorms. A lighter and darker mix. Puffy clouds and storm clouds mixed together. She liked the rain quite a bit, so the sight of the clouds always made her excited. Perhaps it was chance that she'd met him, or perhaps she was just over-thinking it after not seeing a male in the longest time.

"Harm? Hehe, don't mistake me for a dainty-pawed lady!" Saphira nearly hopped onto all four feet, holding her head high and nose pointed skyward as she circled around to his other side, where she sported a devious grin. "You've got old-fashioned honor, huh?" He tail wagged slightly. her pack was not so... restrained. Cut-throat and iron-fisted were what she heard when others were describing her pack, she didn't know if honor had a place. At least, not the kind of honor this male spoke about. He sounded like he wouldn't attack an opponent already beaten, let them run with their tails between their legs. Saphira knew her pack would chase the wolf to the borders, biting and tackling, and if the other couldn't make it out in time, well... that was life.

The white-pelt looked down at her mud-covered toes, smiling gently as she let her eyes meet with Malachi's once more. His comment tugged her lips up, that devious grin almost turning dangerous. "Conquest!" She threw back her head and howled the word, fits of giggles following. She stepped back hyperly and splashed the wet, thin mud and said, "Yeah, I think so too! I mean, imagine me standing all proud and tall with a pack at my side, staring out into the distance and knowing, "this is home, never having to worry about neighbors again! This place is so free." Turning slowly to look at the male from a side-view, she parted her lips in a kinder smile and said, "My name's Saphira. What about you? Got a name, or should I call ya Stormy?" She teased light-heartedly.