riddles ;; sapphire

[akitla]

Her white ears twitched upon listening to the bubbles float and pop from the stones far beneath the surface of the water, supplying the lake with a fresh water source. The roots of the trees were gnarled, twisting and reaching out towards the water, only to fall and get pulled into the sand, rooting there forever. The sky was the same shade of blue as it usually was this time of day, white clouds drifting over the beautiful canvas ever so slowly, the light breeze rustling through the branches as it carried them. Small ripples tore across the water with the miniscule wind, distorting the images of the nearby mountains and surrounding forests. Such a pretty picture ruined so easily, by a very tiny thing.

Her green eyes gazed at her own reflection steadily, and she attempted to pick out the small traces of blue within them. So strange were her eyes, especially for that of an arctic wolf. Certainly not entirely normal for someone like her, so it must have been one of the reasons that her pack had thought her to have a certain special quality to her rather than the other pups. Perhaps that was why she was placed under the tutelage of Hajar when she was just a young one, and she was raised by someone who was not her own mother as well, which could have been another factor, though she doubted that much. That female had been her own mother, for she did not get the chance to know her true parents, as her father died before she was born and her mother died while giving birth. She was not sad, for she had gained a mother and siblings out of it.

Akitla's snowy white pelt ruffled slightly when she lifted her head, casting her gaze gently upon the area, taking in all of the beauty around her. How pretty this all was, such a work of art the heavens had created here. She could not believe how gorgeous some places were, and she honestly couldn't understand why the wolves who lived in those places could just pass by them every single day and not be in awe of the incredulous sight that was beheld before them. Of course, it was rather understandable if they lived there and saw it every single day. Whether it grew tiring to see or not, it was still breathtaking and it was something that she herself treasured, for she had been taught to do so by her mentor. Love everything around you, no matter how they are. She smiled and it wasn't long before one of her riddle like poems flowed from her mouth:

“Like the water
of a deep stream,
love is always too much.
We did not make it.
Though we drink till we burst,
we cannot have it all,
or want it all.
In its abundance
it survives our thirst.

In the evening we come down to the shore
to drink our fill,
and sleep,
while it flows
through the regions of the dark.
It does not hold us,
except we keep returning to its rich waters
thirsty.

We enter,
willing to die,
into the commonwealth of its joy.”

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[Lynker]

Lynker stalked through the forest, hackles raised in anger. His nose twitched as he tried to pinpoint the location of the filthy wolf who was stinking up his territory. His little paradise was tainted by the intruder. He must drive her out immediately.
The smell of wolves was terrible; he didn’t know how they could even stand themselves. Luckily, over time, Curse’s lovely bear scent had muffled and combined with Lynker’s own, and he made sure that he washed every month so that his natural wolf odour wouldn’t get too strong.

Finally Lynker arrived at the scene of the crime. A not-bad-looking she wolf was sitting with her back to him, gazing peacefully out over the lake. His lake. She better not spoil the water too Lynker thought grumpily.
His ears perked up in surprise as a strange beautiful sound reached him. He looked around, trying to find its source, finally settling his gaze on the fae. Was that wolf singing? He didn't know that wolves could have such nice voices. However, the words were thickly accented and Lynker had a hard time trying to distinguish them, even though she was an Arctic like himself.
How long ago had it been since he’d last heard a wolf’s voice? It must have been nearly two years. Lynker cocked his head to one side, wondering what his voice would sound like to other wolves. He had lived with bears for nearly his whole life, so his behaviour and speaking habits were certainly different to those of normal wolves.

Come on Lynker, he scolded himself, you have to focus. Drive this wolf away! Show her not to mess with you. You don’t need Curse for back up. No, Lynker, you don’t. You can handle this perfectly well by yourself. Who cares about what that big bear thinks? You’re not scared. You are strong. You can deal with her.

He growled deep in his throat as he emerged from the thick undergrowth and stalked across the shore to meet the white fae. “Who do you think you are, strolling across my territory like this?! Can’t you see the markers?” He pointed with one paw to the huge grooves in a tree not far from where they stood.
Lynker stretched his neck out, twisted his head, and bared his huge canines in a show of dominance, taking care to plant his front paws firmly on the ground in a place where she would be blind not to see the unusually long curved claws which he had sharpened just this morning.


((OOC: Sorry for interrupting if this is meant to be a private thread))

[akitla]

ooc: it's no problem at all!


Akitla was enjoying herself rather nicely, feeling the emotions of the water in front of her. The coldness, the smoothness, and the bubbling just inches away. She fought the desperate urge to go for a swim and see where the bubbles really came from, but she was not equipped for water like some animals were. She was no fish, that was for sure, though there had been times when she had taken a moment in attempt to picture herself as one. It always made her smile, shake her head, and laugh a little. If she had fins, gills, and a tail like a fish, then she wondered how the world would react to such a being. In wonder or in fear, she could not tell.

As her poem came to an end, she was well aware of the male now approaching her from down the shore and she brought herself to her feet, though came to sit back down. She wrapped her lovely white tail around her paws and continued to stare out at the lake. There was a smile upon her maw and joy glittering in her eyes. A strange female, she was, and there was never really much chance of telling what she was really thinking all the time. It was near impossible with her, as it had been with her mentor, Hajar. However, after years of training with the old man, she had learned a thing or two about being silent and strange, coming to know what it all really meant.

She turned her head and greeted the infuriated words of the male with a gentle smile, hoping it would calm him down some. As she listened to his words, she felt that she detected something slightly off about his tone. It was almost like that of another animal, like one she had hear before. A...bear? Fascinating! She had been around them before and had not ever once provoked a fight out of them, so she often listened to them speak to one another. Such interesting things, really, how some animals communicated with each other while none could understand. Though, it seemed like some could understand, and perhaps that would one day lead to something completely new in the world.

She tilted her head to the side slightly. ”Land of the Oriens...marked to no one.” Akitla stated simply, her soft voice ringing with a lovely tune through the air and to his ears. The last thing she would ever do was make someone angry on purpose, for she was the one who made friends. Or, at least attempted so. With the way she was, she could not help but seem to push others away just from the way she spoke. But, she couldn't help it, it was just the way she had been the majority of her life. ”I adorn the title Akitla, and what name do you shoulder?” Her ways were odd, but she could find nothing wrong with them. ”Markers...boundaries are to be scented, for invisibility is their greatest strength.”

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[Lynker]

Lynker narrowed his fierce green eyes at the other’s gentle smile, refusing to be calmed down so simply. He would show Curse that he was strong enough; that he could drive a wolf off their lands.
But the fae didn’t seem to care about his dominant stance or his bared teeth. She seemed oblivious that he could attack her and probably end her life whenever he chose. Instead of infuriating him, like it should have, he felt a strange sort of confidence creep over him. He allowed himself to relax ever so slightly, and told himself that he didn’t need to waste his energy posturing for this stranger. He knew he could take her out if he wanted. She was no threat to him.

It did, however, come as a slight surprise to him when he laughed at the wolf’s words, letting a small smile spread across his face. She was an odd creature, this one. “My territory is not the whole of the Oriens. Just the area around this lake” he pointed out.

Lynker found himself quite entranced by the strange female. She seemed so different to him, and not just because of her pelt colour. She spoke fancily, like a proper educated wolf, whereas Lynker spoke in the rough accent of the bear.
His ears flicked forwards as she spoke again, and he was determined to uncover the meaning behind her confusing words. Akitla? That must be her name… What does she mean by “what name do I shoulder”? I don’t shoulder anything… Except maybe Curse when he’s being annoying. Another smile crossed his face briefly as he thought of his friend; his brother. “I am called Lynker” he said, choosing to ignore the bit about the shoulder. He’d heard the word “name” in that sentence, so that must be at least part of what she was asking.

His eyes narrowed once more as she criticised the territory markings, and he felt his anger flare defensively.
“We do scent the borders, at least, most of the time. But what’s the point of the markings being invisible? You have to be able to see them, or you could cross without even noticing! There have to be some nice big scratch marks on the trees so other bears, I mean wolves, can tell how fierce you are”
He huffed, fed up with trying to explain things to this silly wolf. Despite her fancy words and apparent cleverness, she didn’t even know the basics of territory marking!


((OOC: I suppose we just keep going until Sapphire joins?(If she is still going to join)))