By Light of the Moon [Vorilye] COMPLETE

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The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark


Twilight transcended the scape, suffocating as it always felt to Atriell. The tropic clime of this part of the island had always perturbed her, the way that it choked and strangled the female, and it seemed that she couldn’t even flee it during winter on the island. Seemingly though, it was even worse this night, itching at her skin and pulling her luxurious Arctic fur taut at her nape. It clutched so profusely at her pallid pelage and cradled her so tightly, she found herself just under the impulse of gasping for breath, for release from the possibly psychological humidity. The heaviness weighed down harshly on her frame, and the oppressiveness seemed to decant from her back and pool thickly around her feet. Atriell had just departed from Endyt Beach and found herself in the beginnings of a grassy expanse, with the humid winds chasing her. The humidity she had faced on Endyt Beach during the day had been carried with her, or perhaps it was the partial emotional deterioration she had underwent that she was carrying with her.

She found herself physically picking up each petite paw as she traversed, the sweeping movements of her appendages succeeding only in making her look foolish; it eased her mind ever so slightly though and allowed her to turn her attention to her purpose. In truth, there was no real purpose for her this particular night, since she hadn’t a rank to maintain or even a pack to belong to, but because of the self-obligation she had imposed on herself, she had resigned herself to the reflective and humble task of being a wanderer for the evening. And the island couldn’t have known a better wanderer, for every fiber of her being drove her to be an insomniac, keeping her up and causing her to find something to do with herself during the witching hours. Thus, she was led by no objective, but rather by the counsel of the ethereal orb that was the moon.

The midnight kingdom was alive more so than it had been for a few weeks, for every being that cast shadows on the ground was greedily drinking the second-hand radiance that the full moon bestowed upon the earth, for a full moon was an ephemeral thing that was not to be wasted. She, by pure nature, belonged to the midnight kingdom, but had no title to offer other than a wanderer, just like the rest that stayed up at night. A wanderer she was born, a wanderer she was raised, and a wanderer she would always be; for a beast does not overcome its true nature. Only one of many lost souls that awoke for the witching hour, she found herself following the biting comfort of the celestial body she pledged allegiance to. Its frigid luminosity was far more attractive to a cold creature such as herself, rather than the harsh rays that revealed her for all she was in the daylight. She could be hidden here, not pressured to be anything more than just another searching soul.

She was nature’s phantom, better summed up as a dark spirit that came alive as the heavens began to shine with stars. She herself had become an ethereal being, fading seamlessly into the pale moonlit milieu that was her place of comfort. The sky was a canvas in her mind’s eye, and the starry sky was merely marks made, descending down upon her and cloaking her coat with constellations so that she was just another part of the night, with crystalline eyes dimly alight with energy from the orb of night. The she-wolf didn’t think she needed company rationally (though whatever heart she had left told her otherwise) and in a perfect world where her phobias didn’t control her, all she would need was the moon and stars, and the blackness.

The night reminded her of Matias, once her father, now her bane, and how his obsidian gaze shone with cognizance, with life. The night reminded her of her mother as well, though her face was all but a blurred, soft memory, she remembered her love-tinged voice and her gentle azure stare, only the very best of dark and light converging in her eyes, like her own personal twilight. But they weren’t hers. She had made it so they would never be hers. That was how she felt, anyway. Atriell imagined how fantastical the three of them would look under a starry night sky, and she would have stolen looks at how they walked on stars and how their smiles looked by light of the moon. She would’ve memorized every word, every upturn of their maws, and every ethereal, otherworldly laugh—each sounding as if they had descended from the heavens just to grace her with their company.

Now, the better part of her liked to think that they were a part of the stars that she gazed upon so fondly, and that soon she too could belong to the night, not just feigning she did. She longed for the unconditional love they showed her, even if so briefly. As a young wolf she had so badly wanted her mother and her father to be back with her. They were the only ones who had ever shown her love, and they were so far away now. Love seemed so far away now; so much so, that she had begun to think she had forgotten how to be happy again. The kind of happy she was as a pup. Her eyes had become starry with nostalgic thought, golden and vivid as they were, only to be torn from her wistfulness by a gale that had rippled through her pelt.

The warm front caused by the volcano’s eruption had suddenly subsided, and the vastness of the far-reaching plains in front of her quickly displaced the humidity. Endyt Beach had been chokingly humid during the day, and as stygian as ever; but this twilight, it was cooler. The celestial orb of light that hung aloft her head lit the plains vividly, and each rolling wave of grass shimmered with a pale glow as they cascaded like a tide. Her eyes scathed the vast expanse before her and she abruptly realized how small she was, and how small she felt. A fervent desire to run, to chase the moon and the stars and the long, rippling grasses stirred in her, and compelled her to do just that. The muscles of her hind and forelegs awakened as she burst forward in an electric display of power. A great rhythm then took hold of her; it was in the contractions of her heart and the movements of her legs and in her paws as they made cyclic contact with the soil.

The moon’s radiance tangled in her fur and cast reflections in her starlit eyes, peering out at the world from explosions of cerulean. Atriell felt alive as she tore through the plains, more alive than she felt in days, or weeks even. Even the biting cold that filled her lungs and stung her eyes was welcomed, anything was better than the numbness that had hollowed out her bones and encapsulated her mind. The she-wolf became less like herself and more like the night itself, losing herself in the feeling of being alive and in tune with the rhythm of the plains. She cavorted at the same pace as the grasses that brushed against her, and was almost undetectable among them, although her pelage was far more pallid and at the same time far more golden. As the zephyrs abated so did her alacrity, and the Arctic fell into a comfortable jaunt.

Her agile frame weaved through the grassland, and she found that it was rapidly morphing into a different terrain. The skeletal, savannah style foliage that had dotted the moors had shifted to ash and oak trees, but they weren’t in great abundance. The faint scent of a large gathering of wolves rode the winds towards her, and she assumed that a pack resided not too far off. Atriell hadn’t sensed any border markings though, and her curiosity propelled her forth and into the murky grove. She hadn’t run into any pack wolves yet, and as unenthusiastic as she was about overly territorial wolves, she had never been to these parts and wanted to explore them. The she-wolf didn’t care to know too much about the packs of Anikira, and was content to evade their often-harsh mentalities as much as possible, finding them primitive. Atriell was often made jealous by the close-knit packs she heard of, or denounced them as tales, as she had only ever been used to packs that were dysfunctional and quickly displaced with conquering packs.

Having been uprooted from a state of comfort so many times, she had grown used to change and had become very good at adapting to it. Pack wolves seemed so comfortable in their sheltered lives to Atriell, and she had a growing impression that they would have little idea of how to exist as a singular being should the change occur rather than operating for a group instead of themselves. Being the recluse that she was, Ell wondered why pack wolves were so quick to be with others. Where did they go when they needed time alone? Was it possible to get time alone? And what was worse, never being alone, or always being alone? The answer was easy for Atriell. Alone was easy for Atriell. Alone was what Atriell was used to.

Pleasant company was foreign to her, in the feral and lonely world she was surviving in. Sometimes she was envious of the constant affection and companionship pack wolves had. Sometimes, in the deepest crevices of her psyche, she craved for that. She craved for companionship so fiercely she could almost feel the longing in her bones. Atriell sometimes craved to look upon eyes full of affection and a smile full of friendship. These cravings were quickly suppressed however, as they were pup-like and illogical to her. Weak, even. The cravings returned though, no matter how fiercely she endeavored to bury them, and she silenced the cravings through nights spent with a male or even flings, where she’d lead a male on until she began to feel something for them, after which she would promptly escape into the night.

The affection received from her occasional rendezvous would sustain her for a while, and it made an emotional investment unnecessary, at least on her part. Atriell simply couldn’t risk the consequences of staying too long, fearing she would form romantic feelings for the wolf and become emotionally attached. She couldn’t risk getting too close; it only meant hurt, and in her mind, she could never bring herself to give any of her emotions or loyalty to anyone but herself. Atriell couldn’t trust anyone but herself, and even then she found herself wary of her own suppressed emotions. Maybe she couldn’t even trust herself. A perceived scuffling in the underbrush piqued her interest and her paranoia, causing her to slip behind the stygian cover of small grouping of trees. Before her lay a clearing, and around the clearing there were patches of trees. Was there someone scanning the darkness for her? If so, they wouldn’t go unnoticed.

A rodent hurried through the glade and Atriell logically assumed it was the source of the noise. However, she remained concealed behind the trees, peering covertly into the foliage surrounding the space they created. The expanse was bathed in moonlight and she figured this would be a fair place to rest, despite its proximity to the pack’s territory. First, she would have to circle the glade to make sure she didn't have someone waiting to take advantage of her vulnerability while she slept. Thus, she began the task of passing arcane from tree to tree, always careful to keep her body out of sight and under cover of darkness.


No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

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words;; 1,983 words, not including the lyric excerpts on the top and bottom of the post from Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine.
tagged;; Uru with Vorilye.
musical inspiration(s);; Only If For A Night by Florence and the Machine, Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine, Blinding by Florence and the Machine, Eyes Closed by The Narrative, The Funeral by Band of Horses, Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap, There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths, Lovely Bones by Dead and Divine, 505 by Arctic Monkeys, Silvia by Miike Snow, Only Ones Who Know by Arctic Monkeys, Set The Fire To The Third Bar by Snow Patrol, Hey Zeus The Dungeon by Chiodos, Notes In Constellations by Chiodos, Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd, Candles by Daughter, Asleep by States, Sextape by Deftones, This Place Is Death by Deftones, Diamond Eyes by Deftones, and Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me by The Smiths.
muse;; Eh
notes;; Rambled on this one, sorry! I tend to do that when I write introduction posts >.<

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] It had been a long time since Vorilye set foot off either Acerbus or Kamari. The feeling was liberating, yet restrictive at the same time. He could not be certain that there was protection that would quickly race to his side out in the loner lands. However, the alpha male was on a mission; he needed to see what he was up against in terms of these other packs, and perhaps the loners of the continent could shed some light on the situation for him. It was not a hidden fact that Descai's membership was dwindling. The black and golden alpha often considered ridding the pack of its less productive members, but that would merely leave the remaining ones even more vulnerable. Surely the meat sacks could be useful as body shields in the event they were to be attacked. Their hunting grounds were barren with the winter snows, and the pack was expecting pups. There was little the alpha could do to calm his nerves; while he had originally intended to spread Descai to the far reaches of the continent, that possibility was looking scarcer by the day with the lack of new faces and the alpha male's inability to get past his past. It was no secret that Vorilye carried a great weight on his shoulders. He was no stranger to pain and struggles, and that was part of what made him an excellent leader. His presence simply commanded attention and allegiance, and those who did not respond to the call of his presence found themselves wishing they had. He was intolerable most of the time, yet he was carrying around yet another great weight on his shoulders, this one having little relationship to his past. He was to be a father once more, and yet there was no way to ensure that his beta would not take off with his children like Kallik had done before. He could not trust her. He could not trust anyone in truth. As the brute's blackened, cracked paws thudded against the cool earth of I'queyer's plains, he relished the silence and calm that surrounded him. While the sky threatened to rain down on him, he was eerily calm in his trek. All Vorilye sought was some reprieve from the strain that had become his pack. He did not want Descai to merely be a gaggle of wolves. In some sense or another, he wanted it to become a family to him again. However, he lacked the reasoning to morph it into just what he wanted. He was so set in his old ways that he could not fathom a change at this point. His pack members would lose respect for him. He would lose control over them, and there would be nothing that could stop it from turning into the past all over again. It was troubling to Vorilye that, in the blink of an eye, everything was changing for him. He wanted a safe place to raise his family, yet he felt nothing toward his new childrens' mother but resentment. How could she have kept this hidden from him so long and expected him to be okay with it once the pups were born? He had only briefly seen his pups, but he was happy that they were healthy. Two little boys and a little girl; there was hope yet that he could turn out to be the father to his daughter that he wanted to be with his other children. Vorilye had not had any chance to be a parent to his only surviving daughter, and where did it land him? Wistfully hoping that she would turn up so that they would have yet another chance to reconcile. It did not matter. She did not want anything to do with him; she did not even want him to know her name. The large male lowered his muzzle to the earth, breathing in the fading scents of the loners who had wandered here recently. There was a myriad of scents, yet none of them seemed particularly fresh. Perhaps this had been a foolish idea after all. What loner would want to be confronted by an alpha and interrogated about the neighboring packs, and what would make him honestly believe the information that he received, if they knew anything at all? It had been stupid for him to come here at all. How could this possibly help his pack in any way, particularly if he ended up getting himself attacked? An irritated sigh slipped from the male's mouth, realizing that his trip had been all for naught. As he turned to return to his pack's lands, a crackle behind him made the Mackenzie Valley brute freeze. His golden eyes scanned the brush, hoping to catch the source of the noise. The last thing he needed was to be ambushed, and the large brute was not in the mood for this garbage today. His nostrils flared as his lip curled back angrily, revealing the sharp canines hidden below. As a snarl built in the back of his throat, he called out to whoever was lurking. "Who is there?" The words were crisp and angry, and Vorilye hoped that he would scare away whoever dared to intrude on his happy place without him even having to look them in the eye. He did not feel like wrestling with a loner, particularly one who he knew would have no respect for his rank. He held no power here, and most wolves would recognize that in an instant. It did not matter. He was the Alpha of the greatest pack in Anikira, and he would not allow some measly loner or bush-dwelling animal to intimidate him. A growl rumbled from the male as he approached the site of the noise; perhaps the element of surprise would be somewhat in his favor... Count | 984 words Muse | Pretty good. Tags | Atriell Notes | I can't even compare in length lol.

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And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound


The scent of an encroaching wolf passed through her senses and she immediately calculated its origin. Looks like I'm not getting any rest tonight, she spat inwardly, and was rather displeased that wolf had dashed her anticipation for sleep. The wind guided the intrusive smell towards her, and it was growing stronger each minute that passed. Atriell prepared herself by retreating further into the copse and cloaking herself behind the veil of a tree, behind which she furtively searched the twilight for the approaching wolf. From what she could tell, the wolf was a male, and he seemed to belong to the pack that lay not too far off from the clearing (as both smells seemed very similar); but oddly enough, he was coming not from the pack's territory, but from the plains. The wolf's lucky he wasn't killed; there's quite a few loners that would take pleasure in ridding Anikira of a pack wolf.

The distance between the two wolves was swiftly dwindling, and their proximity would only grow closer. Ell had little faith that she could escape a confrontation. She couldn't flee in direction of the pack territory, for his quick pace and general direction implied he was returning there. The she-wolf doubted she would be able to circumvent the clearing and the wolf without him noticing, and it would be senseless of her to take a horizontal route, for there was no cover and she had no gauge on how fast the male was compared to her, and her muscles already ached from her journey across the grasslands. The most likely of foreseeable outcomes was that she would confront him no matter which direction she took, so she might as well have been ready for it.

A few muffled curses hexed the air when she, as she was adjusting her position, managed to splinter a fragment off of fallen branch. The male was in earshot, and she was positive he had detected her presence now, seeing as a growl had risen in the wolf's throat. Well I suppose he was going to sense my presence sooner or later... The pack wolf had displayed an unusually aggressive reaction in her mind. Pack wolves... they're even territorial outside of their territories..., she mused with a small inward snort, although Atriell didn't think his aggression stemmed from his natural protective instincts. Rather, the she-wolf guessed he felt uncomfortable as a pack wolf in a lone territory. Perhaps he was just naturally hostile. His display of intimidation did little to actually frighten her, and instead it had an opposite effect on her than what was perhaps intended.

Triell was intrigued by this wolf immediately; despite not knowing anything about him other than his place in a pack, his gender, and his potential tendency to be aggressive. A snarl split the cool night air, and much to her distaste, it managed to take her by surprise, resulting in a slight flinch of her body. A low growl slipped unwittingly past her jaws and drifted so quietly in the atmosphere that it seemed to only suggest a growl, rather than fully manifesting one. A wolf would have to have careful ears to hear it, but Atriell suspected that the male was already straining his ears to capture any sounds, and that it would most likely catch his attention and give him the wrong impression. She found that she was succumbing to her intrinsic instinct more than she'd like, as she was usually able to diminish a growl before it left her lips.

His irritable emanation was putting her on edge, it seemed. Abaft the snarl was a disembodied voice, a voice that sounded as if it would generally be pleasing to the ears, but at the moment took up a raucous and penetrating tone. "Who is there", the disembodied voice beseeched, filling up the clearing with its angry, reverberating intensity. Her muscles tensed in instinctual anticipation of an altercation, although she hadn't thought of him as an adversary, and was more interested in him than angered by him; although he had ruined her chance for sleep. Maybe she should be angry with him, or at least be more inclined to taunt him a little. He didn't outwardly appear to be in the mood for mind games, but she didn't heed his verbal brandish of impatience. From the calignosity she sensed the wolf's presence growing nearer as he finished speaking, and before he reached a striking distance, Ell slipped further into the enveloping waves of darkness, which carried her safely as she picked her way as noiselessly as possible through the foliage.

She was almost sure he could sense her distancing from him, though. It was hard to move quietly in the dark, anyways. Constellations cast on her frame from the areas where light breached the barren canopies for just a moment, illuminating her presence, before she hastily let the shadows pass over her frame once more. Atriell was attempting to circumvent the clearing to end up behind the pack wolf, and as she halted in her hushed motions, she called out to him. "No one's there", she returned, orating in a misty, silvery inflection. The reply wasn't loud, and didn't necessarily need to be, as the wolf was edging his way towards her (which nearly succeeded in pushing her into a state of discomfort), and the words in themselves commanded a loud enough respect. She intended for her answer to carry its way towards the wolf as if on wings, and it held an enigmatic intonation, as if it was charged with an otherworldly knowledge.

Of course, the only real meaning it had behind it was the annoyance she assumed would resonate within the beseecher. Atriell had intentionally stopped where the gales of wind would bring her scent towards him, composed of a myriad of bright twilit air, the flowering scent mating season brought, and perhaps the last clinging remnants of the ocean's aroma that buried itself in her fur. She thought that maybe if he distinguished her as a female through her inflections and aroma, that he'd be less inclined to show aggression, and would be on his way. Triell was not in the mood for a dominance display or a brawl; although the provocation of her words suggested otherwise. From her place in the trees she couldn't catch a glimpse of him, and she was tiring quickly of having just a disembodied voice and no body to go with it. He'd be sick of her mind games soon, anyways, and about ready to go into the forest after her. Glancing skyward, she affirmed that the moon was still shining vividly overhead, and became quite disconcerted at how exposed she'd be once she entered the clearing.

Gathering the poise within her, she allowed herself to reflect the certainty in her appearance, gravitating her ears forward, pulling her shoulder blades back, and raising herself to her fullest and most dignified height. With a self-satisfied smile, which was reflected in her voice, she questioned, "Don't you know it's just an elaborate dream you're experiencing? A very dark one, too. You must be quite the troubled wolf." The self ruling monarch crept towards the effulgent light, suppressing any wariness of what lay in front of her. Atriell lifted her delicate, adept paws and strode forward quite a few paces. Frozen to the spot, only the brightest and most vivid of chilly cerulean eyes could be seen from the starkness of her cover.

And in a single, fluid motion, she sprang from her hiding place, broke away from the choking blackness, and burst through the ferns in quite the display of a brilliant flash of pale gold and snowy white as she surged forth. Her descent was also very graceful, with her charcoal black paw pads making unmarred contact with the frost-coated, pale emerald sprigs of grass. However, she wasn't at all close to the male, not completely out of the shadows even, and hadn't stopped once she landed, only surceased. Atriell weaved towards him a few paces, slipping completely from the stygian shadows that had shrank back from her.

The moon's acknowledgment immediately fell upon the female, caressing her and illuminating her alabaster and aureate pelt, setting her pelage ablaze in a glow of luminescence. Atriell appeared stoic and phlegmatic, her frame alight as if were a fragment of moonlight. She was particularly concerned that the moon's effulgence would reveal her for all she was, and was careful to keep her eyes without expression, although they gleamed in an azure anticipation. With her muscles taut and prepared to react, her glittering, starlit blue eyes gently landed on the male before her with just the slightest flicker of surprise.

She scanned over his frame appraisingly, though without emotion, before her acknowledgment returned to meet his golden eyes. He was not at all what she had expected him to look like, although she wasn't quite sure what that expectation was, but she couldn't say she was disappointed by this. The male was very unusual looking, with a normal base coloring of deep midnight, but with odd aureate markings on his muzzle and legs. Her honeyed intonations left her parted lips as she stated mistily and with a smile in her eyes, "I'm flattered that you'd dream of me, though."


But then it stopped and I was in the darkness
So darkness I became

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words;; 1,586 words, not including the lyric excerpts on the top and bottom of the post from Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine.
tagged;; Uru with Vorilye.
musical inspiration(s);; Cosmic Love by Florence and the Machine, Eyes Closed by The Narrative, Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap, There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths, Lovely Bones by Dead and Divine, 505 by Arctic Monkeys, Silvia by Miike Snow, Only Ones Who Know by Arctic Monkeys, Set The Fire To The Third Bar by Snow Patrol, Hey Zeus The Dungeon by Chiodos, Notes In Constellations by Chiodos, Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd, Candles by Daughter, Asleep by States, Sextape by Deftones, This Place Is Death by Deftones, Diamond Eyes by Deftones, and A Little Death by The Neighbourhood.
muse;; Alright.
notes;; Hahah it's alright, it was just a bunch of rambling x) Ell's so ~*mysteeeeeerioussss*~

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] The wispy retort to his previous call should have spurred anger in the heart of the alpha male, but the words did little more than produce curiosity and intrigue. The scent grew clear, crisp, in the male's nostrils, alerting him that, not only was there truly a wolf nearby - and not "no one" as she may have indicated - but it was a female. Any ire in the male's posture relaxed dramatically, as there were few, if any, females that could hope to conquer a male such as himself in battle. While it foolish to relax himself in the loner lands, Vorilye was now more interested in whomever was nestled away in the brush, hidden by the darkness surrounding them both. Perhaps it would have been more intelligent for the male not to venture away from Acerbus and Kamari in the dead of night, but this was the only time that the pack would not grow wary of his absence. The sense of dependency to micromanage his pack was overwhelming, and he could not longer tolerate hovering over the wolves of Descai every waking moment. He needed a break from their smothering nature, though none of them truly had the intent to get too close to their alpha for fear of him lashing out in anger. He had done well to instill fear in their hearts, yet he was starting to understand that that may not have been the best way to establish his pack. As a figure sprung out from an unidentifiable location, Vorilye tensed in anticipation, his hackles raised and his golden lip curled back as he braced for impact from the attacking wolf. However, the figure merely landed daintily, and it was only then that the black and gold alpha could truly take in the sight of the wolf before him. If he had thought some of the females of Descai to be lovely, they paled in comparison to the goddess before him now. Her pure white fur melded seamlessly with a golden-tinted top coat, and the markings of gold spread from the tip of her nose down her pack toward her tail. What really caught the male off guard, however, were the subtle blue eyes that seemed to peer directly into his soul. Vorilye had never felt more vulnerable than in that very moment. "Ah, but if this is a dream, my dear, then perhaps I do not wish to wake. Though I may be troubled, your presence alone outweighs the peril of which I suffer," he purred back seductively, entranced by the exquisite creature before him. Such a strong reaction to another wolf had not been seen from Vorilye in quite some time; his inhibitions prevented him from doing so of his own accord, yet this wolf seemed to have some form of a spell over his actions. While his inner thoughts screamed at him to cease interactions with the female, he could merely watch her in curiosity, waiting for her next move. Surely such a beauty could not be a true threat to him. After all, he was the most powerful alpha on the continent, or so he thought. He was bold, strong, and a well-versed leader. What could a little lone female truly do to him, other than swoop in and attempt to seize his heart? As she spoke once more, Vorilye could not tear his attention from her as her words caressed his ears. The satisfied smirk spread across the male's golden lips, his golden hues settling on the smaller wolf in interest. "So this dream..." he trailed off, unsure exactly what the female had in store for him. Was she a temptress sent here to punish him for his actions toward Shayde, or was he simply the luckiest wolf on Anikira to have encountered such a beauty? The dark, brooding male's attitude was quickly lightening, the mere presence of this wolf alleviating some of the strain of responsibility the male felt weighing down on him. "Should I be frightened, my dear? Should I ask what your intentions are with me?" he murmured to her, succumbing to the coolness of the femme's soft, blue eyes that reminded him of the blue skies of Anikira. She was going to be the death of him. Count | 717 words Muse | Pretty good. Tags | Atriell Notes | Once again, my regular length post looks rather puny XD This post surprised me. I didn't really see that coming.

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And you're sick all the time
It's a constant battle with sunshine
But I love the way you electrify


The she-wolf turned her head coyly to the side, fabricating shyness as the male had scanned her frame. This is what she did with most males; let them think they had the control, then once they were comfortable, she'd tear it from their grasp. Atriell was well-versed in the methods of manipulation, but usually restrained herself from practicing; only exercising just enough duplicity to keep the wolf at an emotional distance and control the situation according to her design. Ell didn't intend to hurt the wolves she encountered and even temporarily befriended; she was only-- in her mind--preventing herself, and them, from being hurt. Most of the wolves she had met during her time as a loner, male or female, lover or friend, knew well before she fled that she wouldn't be staying very long. Most of them anyways.

A couple weren't perceptive enough to deduce that she had no intention of forming a "bond" that lasted any longer than a week or two. Those were the wolves she found easiest to leave; they didn't even know they were going to be abandoned, they wouldn't try and change her ways or follow her like the intelligent ones, and she'd be left to her own devices once more. Her own terrible, destructive devices. She'd wait in painful outward silence and the chaotic inward noise, until the screeching of the turning gears in her head became so loud that she needed to silence them. The she-wolf sought out company with the desire to drown herself in the heated silence of instinct. She didn't need to think, and didn't need to feel any further than physical sensation. The next best way to destroy the white noise of her head were idle, menial conversations with another loner.

Often they weren't very mentally stimulating, but they required no expended energy, and she could bury her troubled thoughts in the monotonous patterns of frivolous conversation. Words came easy to her; they'd flow from her silver tongue like a tributary. Atriell could speak of stirring emotion with a perfect understanding of the emotion and the fervency and passion of a love confession, without having to associate herself with that emotion and without having to actually feel it. The words spoken from another wolf did little to make her react when she discoursed with them, since she was rarely affected from anything but internal forces. External stimulus of another wolf's love or hatred rarely got under her skin.

"Ah, but if this is a dream, my dear, then perhaps I do not wish to wake. Though I may be troubled, your presence alone outweighs the peril of which I suffer," His purring words processed in her mind and lingered for a moment, the sweet strength of his voice seeming to echo for moments after silence had taken hold. The atmosphere quietly lit up with the muted under-her-breath chime of her barely-there laugh. He couldn't possibly have known what he was getting himself into... A light satisfaction glowed on her countenance, as she gazed out at him through a teasing expression.

"Sleep well then, I don't wish to disappear anytime soon and leave you with your troubles. You're far too sweet to have troubles," she stated playfully, that barely-there laugh having faded to a barely-there smile. His voluble words elicited a response she couldn't have foreseen. Surprise. She hadn't expected such eloquent speak from a wolf of his appearance. Most wolves as gargantuan as him expend more energy nurturing their muscle mass than their intellect..., she thought with a flash of disdain. Atriell was quickly finding that this may be a difficult wolf to figure out; a realization that not only frustrated her, but also intrigued her. She enjoyed a challenge, and would gladly accept; knowing that, in her mind, she'd come out on top. Once she figured him out and the ennui bubbled in her chest she'd most likely escape into the shadows without a pang of regret. But perhaps this wolf would be a challenge that'd keep her around for a while...

Surveying the smirk on his golden muzzle, she seemed content enough to bask in his golden-eyed regard; although she pretended not to notice and instead appeared disinterested as he spoke once more. The elevation of her ears revealed her though, and his open-ended sentence captured her attention enough to tear it from the swarthy scenery and land on him once more. "Frightened?", she asked, a smirk betraying her interest. Frightened? Boy, you should be terrified..., she mused wickedly, but she was merely kidding herself. She could most likely only bestow emotional damage on this wolf it seemed; his size rendered her petite compared to him, although she knew that most wolves underestimated her because of her stature. In actuality, she was quite powerful, and adept in her preferred area of skill-- fighting. "I don't believe so."

Her feral winter eyes pierced into his, her next words emerging as her steady look softened before she glanced elsewhere. "If it would mean that I could make your heart beat a little faster, then perhaps." An impish simper flashed onto her countenance as she eyed him devilishly, an eyebrow quirking as her voice formed a discourse. "Do I frighten you, love?" she queried inquisitively, with a coquettish deviousness in her icy exaltation as she moved unassumingly towards him, her gaze locking with his as a challenge gleamed on her mien. Atriell was quickly becoming more inclined to close the gap between them, despite the gnawing at the edges of her psyche that knew better. As the wolf followed with inquiring about her intentions, she surceased her motions abruptly and tried not to look startled, pulling herself into a seated position just a few feet from him.

Her intentions? She seemed to have been so caught up in this male that she hadn't even thought about what she wanted to achieve from this encounter. Atriell wanted to growl in vexation; why hadn't she planned this out already? The way she was already starting to become wrapped up in this wolf's semblance was getting under her skin and made her anxious; like a trapped animal. A fraction of her head pulled her so fervently towards him, but yet another part pulled her away. The she-wolf detested the conflict that was running rampant in her mind, and thought that perhaps her intention should be to leave. And it was her intention... just not the intention that prevailed.

"The only intention I had was to rest my head somewhere warm, but the night's been so very cold, and my heart so empty. Sleep seems to evade troubled minds, I suppose." Atriell tremored in emphasis of the frigid weather, though in reality it had but a subtle effect on her, since she had a dense winter coat to insulate her lithe body. She lowered her head but kept her eyes angled up at him, looking through slightly lowered eyelids. Shifting her expression, her face flooded with a subtle longing, and she aimed it towards him, as if he were the sun and she, the cold moon, pining for an effervescence that she lacked. Another chill coursed through her as she removed her gaze and elevated her cranium; her muzzle ascending to the sky. Staring into the starlit firmament, Atriell engineered a conflicted look of uncertainty and cast it towards the frost-dusted earth.

"It seems our threads of fate have been tangled in such a way that I don't even know my intentions," she murmured. A thin, bewildered smile graced her muzzle but quickly ebbed as she forced her eyes to widen ever so gently in a confounded way. Of course, most of her facial expressions were quietly orchestrated deep in the inner workings of her head, except the ones of amusement, and much to her distaste, the ones of surprise. Atriell took to her paws once more and made a purposefully hesitant step forward, as if he were an enigma, as if she was on the precarious precipice of something she couldn't understand. She searched his eyes for a moment, then drew back away from him; not from fright, but from a pretense of awe. There was a question lingering in the depths of her gaze suddenly, and they studied his eyes in such a way that suggested the answer to her question, and every question that could ever be asked were in the melted gold that saturated his irises.

Softly, carefully the question trickled from her maw just as a light entered her eyes; an ephemeral and quickly passing, yet poignant expression that glittered insidiously. "Tell me then, what do you think my intentions are?" Her pools of blue flickered up to his aureate ones and turned bright once more as a gentle smirk traced her lips; her head tilted ever so slightly to an angle. Glancing down at her paws for just a passing moment, they returned to his face expectantly. One intention she knew she didn't have was the intention to ask his name. It was never her intention when she spoke with another wolf, as it meant that she would have to remember it throughout the conversation, and remembering it then would mean she'd remember it later, and a memory was a form of attachment. It would seem ridiculous to anyone she told this to, but it made complete sense in her head.

A memory was always lying in the shadows, waiting for something to happen to draw it out from the shade. A catalyst would soon arise that caused one to be reminded of the memory, whether it be a certain scent, or the likenesses between a new experience and the memory. Preferably, any wolf she encountered would remain unnamed, but if they asked, she'd tell them her name (or perhaps a fake name if she was feeling creative) and she'd grudgingly ask for theirs. Atriell made the executive decision that feigning disinterest would be in her best interest, as she had revealed far too much of her inner workings. Immersing herself in the sky, and the coppice that surrounded the pair, her acknowledgment flitted everywhere but his particularly appealing frame, which was a significant enough challenge for her. The real challenge, though, was to figure him out before he figured her out.

The atmosphere seemed all but electric to her, and she was unusually conscious of her movements, as if she were sitting on thin ice and in fear of falling through it. The ardent passion that Atriell was withholding seemed to be tangible, and yet, she held up her ruse of distraction. Detachedness was the best form of attachedness, in her mind.


There's something very damaged about you,
But I've got a bad habit of never giving up
Even when you want me to

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words;; 1,821 words, not including the lyric excerpts on the top and bottom of the post from Lovely Bones by Dead and Divine.
tagged;; Uru with Vorilye.
musical inspiration(s);; Lovely Bones by Dead and Divine, A Little Death by The Neighbourhood, Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless, Fast Times At Clairemont High by Pierce The Veil, Starts With One by Shiny Toy Guns, Chemistry Of A Car Crash by Shiny Toy Guns, There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths, Hey Zeus The Dungeon by Chiodos, Notes In Constellations by Chiodos, Candles by Daughter, Asleep by States, Sextape by Deftones, This Place Is Death by Deftones, Diamond Eyes by Deftones, and A Little Death by The Neighbourhood.
muse;; Pretty good!
notes;; Hahaha she's kind of unusual in this thread. Sometimes my characters seem to have a mind of their own xD

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] A smirk slid across Vorilye's lips. This female was even lovelier than either Shayde or Kallik, and she was bothering to entertain his company. In truth, she reminded him quite a bit of Ithilwen, though with a lot of his sister Arwen mixed in as well. The years had quite easily distorted his viewpoint of the two females; Arwen, the wolf he had always envied because she was handed his life on a silver platter, and Ithilwen, the power hungry, manipulative witch who had only remained with him long enough to gather the power to be rid of him. This female had an enticing aura about her that simply drew the Mackenzie Valley wolf toward her. It was not often that he found himself genuinely interested in another soul. Instead of being repulsed by the fact that she was a conniving female just like the remainder of her gender, he found himself being caressed by her words, swaying him into an unguarded state that was highly unusual for the alpha male. "Do not concern yourself with my sleep, love. I shall wake whenever I see fit, and perhaps you will still be there to grace my eyes with your beauty," he crooned at the female, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he plotted a way to sway this wolf in a direction that would be in his favor. Perhaps he could convince her to return to Descai with him. Though she would likely be hated by the remainder of the pack's femmes, her loveliness would provide a welcomed break from the monotony of the motley crew that he called his pack. He could use some pretty ladies around, and perhaps he could even find himself another play thing to indulge himself in if she were so inclined. She had intended to rest her eyes, and he had disturbed her beauty rest. It was a shame that he had not happened upon her sleeping form; it would have been most interesting to see this lovely femme in her most vulnerable of positions. He enjoyed feeling dominant over others, and right now he felt equally matched, though not in strength. Her words were just as directed and carefully calculated as his. It was interesting to see a female who had the sharpness to have Vorilye consider her an equal in any way. "Your intentions? Oh dear. I can't be completely sure," the male chuckled in a surprisingly light tone for the black and golden toned alpha. His equally golden eyes lit up with interest as he watched his current conversational companion. "I do believe you would make right good company for me, love," he smirked with a decisive edge. He would love to have such a sharp mind to help with the pack. With Shayde currently down with the pups and Sarin handling her duties, they were woefully short of good hands around the pack. However, he doubted such a delightfully aloof wolf would be content to be tied down to his pack, but the Mackenzie Valley male found himself wishing to invite the wolf to return to Acerbus with him. She was easy on the eyes, amusing, and had that air of mystery around her that kept Vorilye interested and completely fixated on her. "But it is good to hear that I have not been too big of a disturbance to your schedule. After all, it must be nice to be free to do as you please. The mongrels I deal with do not afford me such a luxury," he admitted scornfully. Sometimes he grew overly frustrated with the wolves in his pack, yet other days he was pleased that they were there purely for the strength in numbers. Food was scarce, though, and they had an absence of individuals who possessed the necessary skills to hunt. Perhaps he needed to visit some of the neighboring packs and see if he could "convince" them to aid the Descai Pack in making it through the winter this year. It surely could not hurt. "You are quite the character, my dear. But such a lovely face must have some other means of protecting itself, am I right? You are obviously doing quiet well out here on your own, yet you do not balk at the approach of a strange male," the alpha observed with a bit of interest. This was definitely a unique creature in every sense of the word, and he wanted to understand her, whether they were simply passing strangers or the best of friends, though the latter was highly unlikely in his station. Once returning to Acerbus, the exchange would likely be a distant memory to him, and yet he almost did not want to forget the lovely stranger of I'queyer. Count | 794 words Muse | Good. Tags |Atriell Notes | I'm sorry that I made you wait so long for this post Flight. It doesn't come close to yours in length, I'm afraid, but I did put more time into it than my other two posts tonight XD

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'Cause this is just a game
It's a beautiful lie


In a single, abrupt moment, her whole demeanor went cold. Frozen, even. Atriell had forced herself to distance from the migrant and focus instead on regaining her comfort in the safety of isolation. This being made her uneasy, and eager to draw back into herself. Distaste spiked in her thoughts and twisted them into spiteful curses at his charisma. Her adoptive mother warned her against these types of wolves, saying that she would have to be more charismatic. Atriell disagreed, although it didn't prevent the apprehension that leaked into her psyche. She sensed his dominance, but she refused to allow him to have control over the situation; she simply wouldn't allow it.

The easiest and most effective way of retaining her lasting supremacy was to be the first to leave. And leave she would. She had become good at leaving, after the wolves she thought loved her practiced the art of leaving on her and mastered it, she had picked up a few things. Atriell didn't want to be the one left in the dust trying to regain her composure and pick up her dignity from the ground. She wouldn't be the one left vulnerable. The she-wolf had played that role one too many times.

This encounter was, from her point of view, on her terms from the very beginning, and would end on her terms. Currently, her terms were rather conflicted. Atriell seemed to be torn between the growing magnetism towards the stranger, and the growing desire to slip into the shadows. At his dulcet, yet unmistakably dominant intonation, she brandished an outwardly pleased expression, but on the inside she was displeased by the resonating authority in his tone. "You never know. Perhaps, if you're lucky," she stated silkily, the full motive of leaving ringing in the undertones of her voice.

She didn't like the impressions this wolf left on her mind, and although much of her disagreed, her logic cautioned her loudly of disengaging from this male's presence. A part of her even wanted to make an advance on this mysterious wanderer, but she decided against it, as it was unheard of for her to make the first move. Why leave herself vulnerable to rejection? Besides, she had flirted far more brazenly than usual. Atriell decidedly remained apathetic and as poised as ever in response to his flattering compliments.

"Your intentions? Oh dear. I can't be completely sure"Surely he knows? I hadn't expected him to lack perception... A moment passed before she picked up on the lightness in his voice and in reply she forced a small display of laughter. Clearly, Atriell wasn't quite accustomed to playful banter. Her laugh would've been more convincing if her mind hadn't been elsewhere. Throughout much of their conversation her mind had been elsewhere, endeavoring to deduce how one could go from being so free and consumed by the wind to the state of troubled confusion she was in now.

In truth she still wasn't sure of her own intentions. She didn't know how to react to the gargantuan wolf, so she reacted by doing what she did best-- pushing him away. Atriell perceived that this wolf had a whole other life, but she didn't actually know anything about this life. His words implied he held dominion over the pack he belonged to, and weary from the burdens of a leader. Atriell knew little of these burdens. At one time, in the hazy, sepia days of her childhood, she had been primed to be a sovereign, but she had never been able to put the training to use. Ell enjoyed only having to be responsible for herself, and only having to take care of herself. She wasn't even sure she knew how to take care of anyone else anymore; as she'd have to care about them first.

The list of wolves Atriell had cared about included her father, her mother, Hyperion, and the litter she had lost. Only one of these wolves continued to breathe, and after his betrayal, she hadn't cared enough to seek his presence again to see if he was still alive. Atriell hardly cared about her own life, let alone another wolf's life. Her existence meant little to her, and only lived for the ones that couldn't afford the luxury. The ones that she had loved, and subsequently lost. In her mind, it'd be selfish of her to eradicate her existence while all of the ones she lost would've done anything to spend another day breathing.

Sometimes she wasn't even sure if she was breathing. Everything was simply the ebb and flow of everyday life for her, and she had become little more than a barely functioning body; although her mind functioned well intellectually, her state of mind was in complete disrepair. All she did to promote her life and existence was to eat and sleep, but lately she wasn't eating or sleeping as well as she used to. Her quality of life was painfully low, and her endeavors at improving it consisted of poor attempts at relating to others through trysts and menial chatter. For quite some time she had thought she was happy with the emptiness, but as of late she was beginning to feel the effects of the void in her heart. Atriell didn't just want to survive anymore. She wanted to live and something deep inside her even wanted to feel... fully feel.

As much as she detested to admit it, she was crippling under her self-destructive habits, and couldn't handle the great divide that existed in her heart. For a few moments, Atriell hadn't even form a coherent realization that she had succumbed to distant-eyed thought, but soon returned to the weight of reality as the glazed over appearance of her eyes dissipated with a flash of alertness. Where the tangent had originated from, she couldn't be sure. There seemed to be a thought loop in her head, where no matter how desperately she tried, her thoughts always returned eventually to the emptiness.

It must be the product of mating season, all of this emotion. It's killing my proper judgment, she intonated inwardly, and with an influx of disgust. Hormones, she snorted, denying that this was the only catalyst of her inner turmoil. She had blinked his motives away dismissively and instead honed in on the disdain he had directed towards his pack. Perhaps she'd talk of company later, although she logically had no desire of having him as company any longer, her instinct had other ideas in mind.

"Trust me, being a loner is not as ideal as it seems. Surely you live a more luxurious life in a pack?" A flicker of emotion sparked just behind her gaze, a subtle indication of loneliness flashing in and out of her expression. Atriell cast her glance away for a moment and returned to meet his eyes with an expression of acute intrigue. "You speak with authority. I might've known you'd be a sovereign. I presume you lead the pack not far from this clearing? Your scent betrays you." It seemed that there was little purpose to her notations; that they were simply observations without a need to be expanded upon. However, hearing the wolf's comments struck her as an opportunity to gain leverage.

"I've heard some of the same from other loners, about the mongrels; if it is truly your pack they speak poorly of. Of course, I couldn't be sure, as I don't concern myself with the affairs of packs." Her fake conviction towards the end was meant to instill doubt in his heart; a sort of reverse psychology. In truth, she couldn't even tell him the name of his pack, and her seclusion made it unlikely that she'd know other loners. The she-wolf figured that a blow to his confidence might be a good way to regain the power over the situation. Subconsciously, she was trying to disconnect from this wolf as much as possible, as she still felt uneasy under the acknowledgment of his strong presence.

An icy wave of shock passed over her then diminished, surprised and alarmed at his question of how she conserved herself without the shelter of a pack. Atriell wanted to laugh sardonically at his mention of her doing quite well by herself. Sure, she was more than capable of supporting her physique and physical well-being, but she was failing more than she'd like to admit at being happy with her solitude. Another part of her wanted to snarl. Does he mean to harm me? Why would he question my means of protecting myself, other than trying to size me up?

Casting an incredulous glance at the male, she searched for signs of hostility on his countenance, and found only interest. Blinking the glitter of skepticism from her face, she let slip a wary response. "If I deemed you hostile, I would've been delighted to show you how I protect myself." Her voice harbored the undertones of a growl, but it didn't mar the dangerous, calculated ambrosia in her voice. Her words bared an underlying caveat. His inquiry of how she protected herself amplified her heightening apprehension, sensing that because of this mention, perhaps she should be cautious around him. As if she wasn't wary enough already.

After all, this male was strange. His demeanor was strange to her, and the varying effects he had on her were stranger. "A wolf has little power in battle if the only strength he has to show for is his size. What I lack in brute force, I make up for in speed and accuracy." She was overcompensating with her confidence then, as she wished to make it clear that she wouldn't back down from a fight, should it arise. Atriell wanted to make it sound as if she was five moves ahead of him, as if she wasn't confounded by the way they so evenly matched each other in intellect, eloquence, and perception.

No matter though, she would soon hole up inside her own head once more and the memory of this male would fade easily without a name to remember him by or a winding experience that would inevitably leave an imprint on her mind. That's what she half-wished for, anyways. Ell meant to speak of her wish to keep things short before she changed her mind. Something inside her told her she wanted to change her mind. "I can offer you my company as far as your borders, love. My own dreams call me and I'm inclined to listen. Unless, of course, it wasn't your intention to return to your pack tonight?" She couldn't help the addition of a query, as she was still hesitant to banish him so quickly, without her usual conviction. Atriell still found that she wanted to "solve" this wolf, and she was being unwittingly retracted from her will to leave.


It's the perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in

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words;; 1,864 words, not including the lyric excerpts on the top and bottom of the post from A Beautiful Lie by 30 Seconds to Mars.
tagged;; Uru with Vorilye.
musical inspiration(s);; Lovely Bones by Dead and Divine, A Little Death by The Neighbourhood, Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless, Fast Times At Clairemont High by Pierce The Veil, Starts With One by Shiny Toy Guns, Chemistry Of A Car Crash by Shiny Toy Guns, There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths, Hey Zeus The Dungeon by Chiodos, Notes In Constellations by Chiodos, Candles by Daughter, Asleep by States, Sextape by Deftones, This Place Is Death by Deftones, Diamond Eyes by Deftones, and A Little Death by The Neighbourhood.
muse;; Not very good at all...
notes;; It's alright! I didn't have much muse for this post, I'm sorry >.<

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] It did not go without notice to the black and gold male that the lovely femme before him seemed hot and cold. One moment, she was spinning her delightful words and enchanting him, while the next, her body seemed to betray that she was not all that she appeared. Vorilye found this both intriguing and disconcerting, as he was much less on guard than normal due to the strange connection he felt with the conniving female. She seemed a kindred spirit, much like himself. He could not know much about her, as she refused to reveal any personal information, and yet somehow he felt he knew her in one way or another. Her soul was much like his own, or so he felt, and that forged a connection that let him to be the drooling mess he was at this female's paws. Her piercingly blue eyes dug deep into his mind, and she actively invaded all his thoughts. How could he possibly leave such a beauty to fend for herself out here? He did not come in search of a new member for Descai, but his heart told him to convince her. Maybe she would be willing to remain in his presence a little longer and let him know her on another level, beneath the surface. Her intellectual prowess was difficult to come by, and that in itself made her valuable. It was because of this that Vorilye was not at all surprised that she discerned that he was a pack wolf, and one in authority as well. He did believe that he held himself with pride, though in an attempt to disguise that in the loner lands, he had failed miserably. Surely he had been an alpha for far too long to walk without the aggressively dominant posture that marred his features. He was both impressed and a bit wary that she was able to put together his origin so rapidly, though. Perhaps the loners were more aware of the packs than he had originally perceived. "Mongrels? Well, that is far from polite," he remarked with a slight smirk. It was a horrendous nickname, though he would not allow the lone female to see that it irked him. His pack was powerful, and they simply feared the recoil from Descai. It was nothing more than jealousy on behalf of the strange wanderers. He never saw the merit in loners' opinions anyways; after all, they were the ones either too stupid or too useless to find a pack that would accept them, were they not? Vorilye was infuriated. The pulsating anger stayed below the surface, though, as it would do him no good to lash out at this female. She had been the one to speak the words, but she did not indicate that they were her beliefs as well. He would let that topic drop. For now. With his next inquiry, the delightfully intriguing female turned back into the sassy bitch he was coming to enjoy tremendously. Perhaps he was a bit intimidating to her, or she would not feel the need to size him up and bite back with such words. Many felt Vorilye to be a formidable foe, though those who dared challenge him often found themselves shattered into several pieces. This female could not be much different than the others that feared his great presence, could she? He was larger and stronger than any other wolf he knew of on the continent other than his own son, and Ryker would never betray him. They were the ruling force here, and the lone female's strong words would do little to deter Vorilye's high opinion of his own power. A quiet chuckle slipped from the brute's muzzle, reverberating in his throat as he kept the remainder of his amusement under wraps. No need to make the fiery female angry with him. She was certainly quite the character. "I can respect that, M'lady," he smiled genuinely this time, dipping his head lightly in recognition of the female's personal strengths. She was correct, of course, that agility could often be the adequate counter to size and strength. If she were agile enough, Vorilye would be quite useless against her, particularly if he only intended to throw his weight around and use little to none of his intellectual strength. It was his great proportions coupled with the wise years of his past that made Vorilye a class all in his own. While he acknowledged that there were those who could defeat him, particularly as he grew older, he was quick to figure out the solution necessary to work out of a situation. This female, too, seemed to possess the intelligence that was sparse among wolven folk. However, the blue-eyed beauty seemed more interested in returning to her nap than in conversing with him any further. Vorilye did not bother to inquire as to her name. He would not offer his to her, and thus he did not expect her to tell him her's if the exchange would not be equal. As much as he wished to invite her back to Acerbus and Kamari and never allow her to leave, he knew such a vibrant soul would be no prisoner to him. She would have to come of her own accord or she would not come at all. He knew the type; it was what allowed her to survive in this harsh world without the protection of a pack this long. "Well, M'lady, if you ever wish to be offered the protection of a pack, I would be more than happy to have you within the ranks of Descai. An interesting mind such as your's is few and far between. Feel free to return to you slumber. I am sure that I can find my way back to my borders in safety, as easily as you can find your way back to sleep. Farewell," he announced to her with yet another cordial dip of his head before turning his back from her. He would not allow her to corrupt his mind any longer. And with that, the great brute traversed back to Acerbus, intent on sorting out the troubles within his pack and getting the "mongrel" label that the loner female had so callously tossed about removed from Descai. After all, they were the greatest pack on the continent. They had to be recognized for what they truly were if it was the last thing that Vorilye ever accomplished. Count | 1087 words Muse | Pretty good! Tags | Atriell Notes | Finally got this finished. And of course my last post is my longest.

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Suddenly, a cloud must have cut a hole in my head,
When i was tangled all in your words.
How quick to forget we are


Atriell's demeanor calmed significantly as no intent of ill-will appeared in his actions or in his words, and her body visibly became more at ease. Perhaps being a loner so long had caused her to become rather paranoid, but she knew that she couldn't afford to be anything less in such an unpredictable environment. The she-wolf had to be as cold and ever-changing as her surroundings, or she would swiftly succumb to them. This was a lesson she had learned quickly and always kept in the back of her mind-- kill, or be killed, leave, or be left. If she had her choice, she'd pick the option that would preserve her well-being every time.

Atriell would rather be the one inflicting the pain than receiving it. She knew that this decision was considered selfish, but there were few loners willing enough to risk their preservation to help another. If she left herself open to be hurt, left, or inflicted with pain, she'd succumb to the nature of the wild, despite how much wild she also contained in her. The harsh ways of the wild were impartial and would kill a defenseless pup as soon as it would kill a full grown adult. It conquered without bias, and eventually it would conquer her when the day came. However, she meant to prolong her existence and defer that day, no matter what it took.

She lived with little fear of change because she recognized one needed to be malleable in order to survive. However, she never could have foreseen the vast degree of change in herself and in her circumstances that were arriving in the days that would follow. This stranger was simply part of the catalyst, and the true origin of the change was in her mind, and metaphorically, she would soon have a change of heart.

His smile, which was perhaps the most earnest one she had received from him that night managed to instill some of its warmth into her own body. She had unconsciously smiled in return, just for a moment, and ever so slightly. Her face swiftly returned to apathy once more however, and her mind ascended into muddled thought. Atriell had been distant for much of the conversation after that, up until the mention of joining his pack entered her ears and registered in her mind.

"I-- I would love to -- not be needing your pack's protection, but I deeply appreciate your offer. If I ever change my mind, however, it'd be an honor to be led by a wolf with your amount of prowess." The she-wolf was disgusted with herself for allowing him to perceive the hesitancy in each pause of her voice, and ardently wished she could cloak the embarrassed look that passed over her mien. At his words of farewell, her chiseled head oscillated once and returned to stillness, replying in her silvery, far-off voice, "Sleep well, sweet stranger." As her celestial voice carried towards him, she trailed his starlit figure with her icy eyes for a moment before her gaze dropped to the snow spattered ground.

Forcing her frame to angle away from the retreating wolf, she wondered if his last words were spoken as a jeer, or simply with politeness. I don't need to be told to return to my slumber, I will sleep when I damn well please. I don't need his mongrel-ridden pack, or any pack for that matter. I won't be caught dead near his borders again. Her thoughts had swirled into hateful specters filled with denial, and each paw was supported by her disdain as they made continual contact with the earth. She was trying so hard to outrun the truth, to outrun what she longed for.

If the male thought she could return to sleep as easily as he could find his way to his borders safely, perhaps he should be worried for his safety. Sleep only seemed to find her when she was seeking it least. Her intention was to return to Endyt, replacing each free paw step she left previously with the bleak lope she had fallen into in her departure.

This stranger had been the first to leave, something that got under her skin and nearly drove her mad. She took momentary solace in knowing that she had been the one to cause his departure, only to have it dawn on her that maybe that she didn't want to be the cause of his departure. That she hadn't wanted another departure. She was beginning to weaken from the life of a migrant; always moving, always watching for the strangers in the shadows that sometimes only existed in paranoid notions. Atriell needed a constant, at least for a while, to soothe her warring mind and alleviate her lethargic body.

This male had offered her sanction, this stranger with whom she hadn't even a name to remember him by presented her with an opportunity of protection and safety. She almost wanted to tell him to wait. To let her come with him, or at least to stay a little longer. She wouldn't give him the pleasure of her voice calling after him, though. The fascinating stranger had stolen away into the night, and had left her with her thoughts. That's what she had wanted wasn't it? She had gotten what she wanted! But had she really wanted it? Atriell didn't know what she wanted anymore.

She soon found herself traipsing towards the rolling hills once more, still lagging in her stride. Her eyes no longer clouded with emotion, and instead were flooded with a deluge of fatigue. The lackadaisical wolfess couldn't repress the urge to glance back over her shoulder, and she found herself fulfilling the action before she righted herself with an unwavering stare forward. Perhaps the ocean would drown the dense anguish that welled in her lungs and occupied every crevasse in her mind. Alone was manageable for her; lonely, however, was not.


With eyes unimpressed
You're sealing the conversations.
And are you wondering how things could be?

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words;; 1,023 words, not including the lyric excerpts on the top and bottom of the post from Lydia.
tagged;; Uru with Vorilye.
musical inspiration(s);; Now The One You Once Loved Is Leaving by Lydia, Lovely Bones by Dead and Divine, A Little Death by The Neighbourhood, Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless, Fast Times At Claremont High by Pierce The Veil, Starts With One by Shiny Toy Guns, Chemistry Of A Car Crash by Shiny Toy Guns, There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths, Hey Zeus The Dungeon by Chiodos, Notes In Constellations by Chiodos, Candles by Daughter, Asleep by States, Sextape by Deftones, This Place Is Death by Deftones, and Diamond Eyes by Deftones.
muse;; Not very good at all...
notes;; My last post was the shortest x)