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Post by Illyria on Jul 17, 2006 23:32:58 GMT -5
My paws push the old ash as I trod upon the land which I once knew. I even called it my home, once. I missed it during these hard fights between Degabria and Viste. But I returned home nonetheless. I miss the faces of those I knew. If my old eyes still had any tears to spill, they would. I'd cried after some had died. And there were some I wondered if they even died at all, or had simply escaped from it all. The raging torrent. But this world endured the War. And it was rebuilding itself. I was here to aide it. I am sure that is the reson for my survival. To help this world heal itself, and become what it once was. But it would never be the same as it was.
Tears streamed down my silver-sand cheek as I looked around what was my homeland. Trees were still burnt from the terror that had reigned supreme. But it would still never be the same. Not without the familiar calls of my friends. I felt hollow, an empty shell in a world of nothingness. I sat at the base of the pool of water. I gave a small laugh. Where my true life had begun. With Glitch. But I barely remembered. So many years ago. I lifted my silver streaked maw to the sky, opening it and releasing a melody of sorrow for those lost in the War. Though a lot of good it did do; for I knew that they were never coming back.
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Post by Shadow Soul (Armyangel93) on Jul 17, 2006 23:44:49 GMT -5
Eamon trodded into the land of which he'd raised his pups.(Must update their ages, lol.) They missed their lands. Sunset was now a beauty and very flirty at that. Jasta and Hawk were very handsome wolves and like all boys, were flirty, too. Esserily was quite an intelligent wolf. She was a looker, but really didn't care much of her looks. She'd rather study rocks or the forest. Polly was a very active and talkative little wolf. Little as in shorter than the other's. But, not by much.
Eamon saw a wolfess ahead of them and decided to wlak up to her. He smiled at her familiar face.
"Illyria?"
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Post by Illyria on Jul 18, 2006 7:00:35 GMT -5
My bodice reacted not to the sound of my old friend's vocals, but my mind went racing like a doe that's been wounded. I slowly turned around, and with my orbs, taking in the image of Eamon and his used-to-be pups. I really had no reason to react the way I did, but I was glad to see Eamon.
"Eamon! I thought you'd died!"
I said with trembling vocals. I missed Dark Moon, Whisper, all of them, but I had missed Eamon too. Tears streamed down my silver-speckled cheeks as I ran to Eamon. I took a step back, sat down, and lifted my muzzle into the air, releasing a song of happiness.
Whence this was done, I looked around at Eamon's pups. My, how they'd grown! Jasta and Hawk were now fine young wolvens, and Eserily, Sunset, and Polly were quite pretty young faes. The eldress closed her eyes and smiled. So, they did live after all.
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Post by Whisper (WS) on Jul 18, 2006 7:33:38 GMT -5
[glow=Brown,2,300]WS had been wondering where everyone had gone. Suddenly, she stepped into the place that she once called 'home'. It hadn't changed a bit. Suddenly, she saw her long-lost pups and Eamon and Illyria. She ran to them, even though she was now as old as her Mother had once been.
EAMON!. ILLY!. MY DEAREST PUPS!. ITS ME, WHISPER!
She yelled at the top of her lungs. She felt young again. It was amazing. Fond memories happened in this place, and it will always be in her mind. She looked at her pups. They were almost adults now. Not the little balls of fluff she once left to be immortal. She ended up breaking the rules, and her immortality got send away from her. But, they did grant her a few extra years. But, the onces she called family are now back![/glow] |
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Post by Illyria on Jul 18, 2006 7:43:46 GMT -5
I wagged my tail as if I were a pup, and barked joyously. What need was there to be serious when you have your friends at hand? I regaind my sitting position, closing my eyes happily, and speaking with soft lyrics.
"How've you been, Whisper?"
I asked calmly. My short spell of pup-hood was over.
But I was, of course, still glad to see Whisper. I noticed that that bright glow that was there when she was immortal had left her frame. It gave me a bit of relief, to tell the guilty truth.
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Post by Shadow Soul (Armyangel93) on Jul 18, 2006 23:03:09 GMT -5
Eamon saw how happy Illyria was and smiled, hugging her fur. He was glad to see one he had once known.
"I'm so glad you're okay!"
Then, Eamon heard a noise. Whisper! Eamon ran up to Whisper and snuggled her, crying. So many reunions. She was older, now. Eamon wondered what happened to her immortality.
"Oh, Whisper! My beauty!"
He smiled and kissed her maw. He looked at her form. That glow of indifference had left her.
"What happened? Have you lost your immortality?"
He asked. All the pups ran up to her and kissed and loved on her and snuggled her nape. |
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Post by Whisper (WS) on Jul 19, 2006 3:03:26 GMT -5
[glow=Brown,2,300]It was all to much. Tears of happiness flooded down her face. Her pups were crowded around her, Eamon right next to her. Answering Eamon and Illy, she said
I have been fine, thanks. Just the old age is getting to me!. Eamon, I ended up breaking the rules. The smited me back to being normal, but atleast a few more years of life. But I'm so glad your all here!
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Post by Shadow Soul (Armyangel93) on Jul 19, 2006 19:29:45 GMT -5
Eamon smiled. In some kind of way, he was glad she wasn't immortal anymore. But, the thing that made him sad was that she would die. But, she would die with them. They would go to Heaven together.
"I'm just so glad you're back. I've missed you all these years. We must have a celebration."
He smiled, a tear roling down each of his cheeks. His smile was one of joy that she was back and also joyous that she was okay. |
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Post by Illyria on Jul 19, 2006 21:34:55 GMT -5
Illyria smiled again, the fae's eyes glossy with tears.Her tail swished happily. She glanced at Eamon, and nodded.
"We must!"
She said happily. Her mind sunk a little, however, because she knew that Dark Moon wasn't here. She pondered silently whre he was and if he was alive.
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Post by smat on Aug 10, 2006 14:13:10 GMT -5
Years may pass, and days may fade, yet the world continues to turn. Time may slow and all may stop, yet the heavens continued untouched. From the lands above, all can be seen as if looking down from a high mountain, yet from the top of a high mountain the looks of the others would of been smaller, yet from up here all could be seen as you wished it. From up here you could entertain yourself by looking through anothers eyes, or watching from a birds eye veiw. You could not controll anything, but you could just sit back and watch. Other than that there was bordom up here in the clouded city. Great caves rose untill they touched the 'sky', of corse up here there was no sky. For this was the sky. Above you all that there was, was a blue mist, one that never swirled or changed.
Here in this place it was never day or night, yet there was always a light comming from somewhere, yet nowhere. There also was the feeling of always being watched. Invisable eyes to follow you around as you whent on your way, whatever that way may be. Also this place could be changed by will. Other than looking down at the earth from a perch, one cold practice making what they wished for appear. Say one whanted a den. All that one would have to do is close their eyes and consentrate on a den, and that den would appear. One could also change themselfs in this way. Yet, if one lost there concentration, all they had changed or created wold disulve back into the winds of time.
What are the winds of time? The winds that blow all the worlds around, make them keep turning. It is the thing that brings all powers, and caios. It comes with a sighlent howling, and leaves with one that could burst ones ears. When one dies, the winds of time, scoop up their soals and bring them here into their domain. The Sky......
As the patched colored wolf looked down from his domain, he sighed as he watched the battles rage. Angels and true demonds had been comanded to stay at their posts, and let the world fight itself out. Oh how dearly Moon wished he could be there fighting aside old friends. Closing his two teal eyes, the wolf sighed. Standing he streched his front and back legs before spreading wide his black and white wings. Looking around the domaine he had created, he sighed again. It was a combination of his two old homes. Silver Falls, and Golden Forest. The trees where taller than any he had ever seen, reaching twords that never changing blue mist. Yet, though the mist was blue, the mist that swirled around the trees was golden, as was the air around the forest, as it would of been during the rising or setting sun.
Closing his eyes, the wolf listend to the tranquill noises of the birds, and other animals of this land. Yet, the silence was broken continuosly by the pounding sound of falling water. Opening his eyes again, the wolf folowed that pounding sound. In the middle of the golden forest towered a waterfall, that was higher than any of the trees. Stopping just inside the line of trees, Moon looked out at the falls. On both sides of it where small caves where the rest of the pack would of lived in the time of prosperus days. Closing his eyes Moon pictured those days, and when his eyes re-opend, he saw them.
A lone she-wolf stood by the falls lake, looking into the rippling water. Beside her a wolf was comming, a wolf Moon recognized as himself. As the wolf approched, the she-wolf looked up, and Moon felt a pang in his heart as he saw his mate Masa. Together both of the wolfs looked to one side where four wolf pups where playing. Larka, Dustan, Ander, and Chance. Closing his eyes, Moon vanquished the memorie. Too painfull. When the wolf opend his eyes again, there where no other wolfs. Taking in a deep breath, Moon walked over to the spot at the lake where he had just seen himself and his mate stand. Leaning down to the water to drink, he froze as he saw he had no reflection. Shaking his head, the wolf leaned down to drink. In this world what you did not whant to see, you did not.
As the wolf straitend, he sat and looked down into the water thoughtfully. Closing his eyes, he imagined a window to the world, and placed it at Silver Falls. Grinning Moon saw the small gathering of wolfs. All of witch he knew. So few? Had so few wolfs survived the wars? Sighing Moon closed the window. Yet, no sooner did he do so, then a tugging flickered in the back of his mind. A tugging that pulled him twords the earth. With a slight grin, light encircled Moon as he materialized into the earth world.
The wolf might of well of been their from the start. Layin his head on his paws, Moon watched the three other wolfs with teal eyes that spoke of knowldge beyond his years. Of corse, by the time the other had deemed it safe enuff to leave his mind, Moon knew evry seacret of the air and earth. Raising his head off of his paws, Moon looked at Illy, and tilted his head, searching the bond that they shared. In the back of Moons mind was something like a bundle of Illy's emotions. This was the bond between a gardian angel and their garded. Tilting his head, he realised none had noticed him enter so, adjusting the black and white wings on his back, Moon said From ashes grow life. Without the ashes, the trees would have no nurishment to regrow from. Smiling crookedly Moon looked around to see if any one wished to greet this old wolf.... |
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Post by Illyria on Aug 10, 2006 21:29:31 GMT -5
Illyria calmly, silently, closed her eyes. A darkness enveloped her soul, and she was able to withdraw from all time and reality.
She was there. She was always there. Always dependable to come and talk to. Aerishnah. Illy bowed her head. But her ears suddenly jerked erect. Someone was here... The feeling of Moon's prescence. She immediately re-opened her eyes and returned to reality. She did not have to turn around to see that Moon was there. She smiled.
"Hello, my friend."
Ooc: I could never do a post as amazing as that Smat 0_0
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Post by smat on Aug 10, 2006 22:00:44 GMT -5
ooc. Lol Bic. Grinning slightly Moon dipped his head to his friend. Tilting his head, he gave the grin that had made many she-wolf fall for him in his younger days, and in a voice that mached his voice he said Old friend? M'dear you are not old, and I am only sventy-two seasons, young for one of my status. His status as an angel. Though the wolf looks where of his younger days, and so where some of his thoughts, for the main part he was still the gaurdian angel, and leader of the lights. Sighing the wolf put on a more seriouse not as he said Do so few of you still stand? I have heared nothing but sorow from down here.... Sudden guilt flickered in the brutes stomach. Sorrow that he could of ended in a sweep of a paw.
That was how powerfull he had become. With one sweep of a paw he could rid the world of all evil, all caios, and suffering. Yet, for some reason he could not lift that paw. In truth if he ever thought of using his poweres for vanquishing evil, he could not find them no matter how hard he tried. For, had he been alowed to do something to vast, so could the evil do also, and with power came restriction so as a timely balance could be held. Closing his eyes the wolf fought down the guilt, and did not let the battle show on his face. Sighing, the wolf opend his eyes and took a good look around his old home-land. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to remember 'Without death, there is no life.' Again there was that balence. For without life there was no death, without death there was no life.
Sitting up the wolf looked old again, as if his young body had aged. His pelt looked ragged and stringy as it had done just before his passing, and it seemed his bad eye had grown again the blindness it had lost. Hunching his shoulders, the wolf let his mind drift into the reaches of the univers, gather from nature the power that was the angels. As he did so, he pictured the land as it had once been. The trees green and as lush as the grass surounding them. The falls where clear, and it seemed the moon had been melted to a liquid forum, and dumped into the lake. Opening his eyes, Moon looked out at the illution he had created. The land was as it had been the first time he had ever been here.
Turning his head to Illy, the now older Moon sighed and said Sometimes memories are what make us sad. Make us feel our age, make us weary to the bone. Yet, we can not alow the memories to rule us in our lives. Closing his eyes again, Moon alowed the illusion to fade. Yet, as he did so, a green sprout sprung from the ground near his feet. Standing, he carefully brushed some of the ashes over it untill all that was left was a little bit of green showing. Give to the earth what it needs... he murmered, as he looked down at the small plant. |
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Post by Faith on Aug 11, 2006 3:08:30 GMT -5
[glow=Brown,2,300]WS could not believe her eyes. Dark Moon was alive!. Running up to him, she shouted
Dark Moon!. Your Here![/glow] OOC: ugh, no muse :-\ |
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Post by smat on Aug 11, 2006 17:23:13 GMT -5
As WS came twords him, Moon yelped in surprise. Yet, as she atempted to touch him, the she wolf whent right through him. Shivering Moon gasped as the chilly fealing of beeing ran through washed over him. It was if little spiders where crawling up and down the space she had passed through. Once the little spiders dissapeared, Moon looked up at WS apolageticaly. Grimacing he red her thoughts and said kindly No WS, not alive, just unfinished. And please never do that again, it is kind of uncofortable. Shivering one last time, Moon shook his head before walking over to his oldest friend. Using his powers, he made his body something tagible, and walking over touched his nose to WS's. Long time no see old friend.
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Post by Illyria on Aug 20, 2006 14:44:35 GMT -5
Illyria could feel it, throbbing through her very form. New life. And, just as suddenly as that one sprout had come up by moon's paw, such did trees, and mountains, and lakes and rivers and valleys and oceans, and everything needed for life, and many creatures hopped and sprung. The magical moment was Mother Nature's gift, showing all that life was to be lived again.
And all the ash... gave way to leaves, rocks, dirt, grass, underbrush, pine needles, and a scent of life. A new world was borne. The wolves who stood, became what was highest rank above all else.
Those four who doth stand in the wake of what ash did leave us. Eamon. Whispering Sounds. Dark Moon. And Illyria. You shall hold all that there was before in your hearts. But a new world is borne. New Beginnings. New hopes. New dreams. And thus, this new world, in itself. A new place for reality. A New Beginning.
The voice was clear, hollow. And Illyria was awed by this sudden rebirth of the world.
"What, O Mother, to call this world?"
Silence reigned supreme for a moment.
Aesaena.
Illyria glanced at her friends.
The Immortals are staying where they belong, from now on.
Illyria glanced worriedly to Moon and Whisper. But she relaxed a bit when they didn't disappear.
"But what about Dark Moon and WS?"
She inquired.
They are now Guardians. As are you. The Guardians are the four protectors of this world. They are not Immortals. You have all been deemed leaders. And now, are brothers and sisters in Guardian status.
The fae felt a feeling upon her shoulders, and from them, grew blue wings.
Illyria. You are the Guardian of Water. Use your powers as you deem fit to protect this world with all the powers of the oceans.
And, even as Mother Nature had spoken, Moon's wings became a deep forest green, with sage-colored outlining.
Dark Moon. You are the Guardian of Earth. You are protector of trees, and nature itself. You are the protector of the ground, which you are most solidly upon.
And, as suddenly as so, sky blue wings grew from WS's shoulders, beauty and grace around them so.
Whispering Sounds. You are the guardian of the Sky. Wind is your element. For you change like the winds that blow through the sky.
And, finally, from Eamon's shoulders, red and orange wings, crimson and an aurora of the Sun's colors.
Eamon. You have great fire within you. Fire burns, but it makes way for new life, bringing upon Aesana change for the better.
You must all take great care to use these powers with the utmost care. You are all Guardians of this changed world, Aesana. There are Lights, and there are Darks. But remember, there is no Light without an equal and opposite Dark. Do not scorn them for who they are. Treat all equally, and thus shall Aesana reign with peace and a paradise for all.
Illyria was awed by this. All of the changes. It seemed like just a few moments, but it had been close to an eternity of time, the trees growing, animals being borne once again.
The Clans of creatures shall have the grandeur of one leader each, one representative of their clan. This world is full of new and interesting surprises. And much can be learnt from those around you.
And the prescence of Mother Nature descended into the world around them, thus named Aesana.
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