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Posted on June 11, 2013 at 08:06:34 PM by Everchime & Mortz
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
When Vidar had gone back to his pack she had felt the curtain of sadness sweep over her again, she did her best to hide it but it was hard to hide something that seemed unhidable. He had felt it over miles of landscape and so she had put on a brave face and knew that he would be back again. At some point, they would re-unite and she would be happy again. For some reason, she doesn't know but... he feels her, he fills up a small portion of her that had once been empty. She hadn't known it was empty, at the time she had just thought it a bit of home sickness, her family had been a huge part of her life and all though she had been here for a year or more now, hitting two soon enough here, she had thought about them often. But when she'd met up with the dark male under the willow that small part of her had grown, grown into something far larger than she could have ever thought it to grow.
Even though she knew that Aerith wouldn't return, that the river had swollowed her up in it's cold embrace, she had laid by the rivers edge for days. So long now that it appeared someone had taken the throne, she hadn't even known this had happened until she heard the call of another on the breeze. Authoritive by nature it had drawn her ears up and forward, so much so that they seemed to be pinched together. Her dark orange eyes like those of spiced pumpkin pie, turned as her head lay against the ground. She didn't want to move. She hadn't even been to her den in days, she was considering getting another den some where else within the pack-grounds. She just didn't have the heart to go in there again. It still smelled of Aerith, even though Everchime knew it was probably just her mind that kept telling her it was still there.
At long last she broke the embrace the ground had on her brown body, the lighter tan underside of her belly was covered in leaf litter and such, snow was eminet in the other packs but she knew it was warmer here and might not get as much in some area's or none at all in others. This could be why she liked it here too, though she does like to run through the snow every once in a while. She feels slightly older, her legs don't creek or groan, but her heart feels the heaviness. With Aerith and Vidar gone she doesn't feel like doing much of anything, so it takes her a while to reach the slowly forming group. She doesn't know if Pan will show up on time or be late like he had the last time someone had taken the throne of Glorall.
When she does make it there she sits back a ways, behind D'mani and gives the other wolfess a bit of a nod of her head before seating herself with her back slumped. She definitely wasn't her usual happy go lucky self. She then turned her face towards the man on the rock. D'mani's words had been a bit harsh but Ever wasn't one to chid others on their manners even when she was feeling normal. "Yes, welcome to Glorall" she said trying to put on a brave face, trying hard to stuff those bad feelings and sadness down into a hole for the time being. She was normally really happy and she'll be back to her old self in no time, but she is mourning right now. "I am Everchime, former nanny to Weylin and others within the pack. I would like to keep this role if it is possible, as well as try to train to become a healer at some point. Sooner rather than later that is.." she didn't know what had happened to Aerith but she knew that she would continue to care for the children of Glorall the best she could.
Mortz came up behind Everchime and nuzzled along her hip as he flopped down beside her. Still sad over his fathers sudden death, still sad, always sad. But re-affirmed in his belief that he would have to grow up and train to become a fighter, bigger and better than even his father was. He would make Weylin proud. One day. "Hey." He says and falls silent for a moment as he looks up to Everchime and see's that she nods her head slowly, they are all still grieving so badly. Even momma Selene was still grieving. "I'm Mortz, son of Weylin. I'd like to start training to become a warrior, if anyone is willing to teach me, by all means. Come find me." He says and then flops down entirely and hugs the side of Everchime's back leg, he's a year old, almost two now, and he was going to grow up to be a big boy when he reached maturity but for now he felt so utterly small.
"talks like this"
Everchime
female - 3 yo - mate - forever bound to Vidar - mother of Aerith - devil dog - glorall
When Vidar had gone back to his pack she had felt the curtain of sadness sweep over her again, she did her best to hide it but it was hard to hide something that seemed unhidable. He had felt it over miles of landscape and so she had put on a brave face and knew that he would be back again. At some point, they would re-unite and she would be happy again. For some reason, she doesn't know but... he feels her, he fills up a small portion of her that had once been empty. She hadn't known it was empty, at the time she had just thought it a bit of home sickness, her family had been a huge part of her life and all though she had been here for a year or more now, hitting two soon enough here, she had thought about them often. But when she'd met up with the dark male under the willow that small part of her had grown, grown into something far larger than she could have ever thought it to grow.
Even though she knew that Aerith wouldn't return, that the river had swollowed her up in it's cold embrace, she had laid by the rivers edge for days. So long now that it appeared someone had taken the throne, she hadn't even known this had happened until she heard the call of another on the breeze. Authoritive by nature it had drawn her ears up and forward, so much so that they seemed to be pinched together. Her dark orange eyes like those of spiced pumpkin pie, turned as her head lay against the ground. She didn't want to move. She hadn't even been to her den in days, she was considering getting another den some where else within the pack-grounds. She just didn't have the heart to go in there again. It still smelled of Aerith, even though Everchime knew it was probably just her mind that kept telling her it was still there.
At long last she broke the embrace the ground had on her brown body, the lighter tan underside of her belly was covered in leaf litter and such, snow was eminet in the other packs but she knew it was warmer here and might not get as much in some area's or none at all in others. This could be why she liked it here too, though she does like to run through the snow every once in a while. She feels slightly older, her legs don't creek or groan, but her heart feels the heaviness. With Aerith and Vidar gone she doesn't feel like doing much of anything, so it takes her a while to reach the slowly forming group. She doesn't know if Pan will show up on time or be late like he had the last time someone had taken the throne of Glorall.
When she does make it there she sits back a ways, behind D'mani and gives the other wolfess a bit of a nod of her head before seating herself with her back slumped. She definitely wasn't her usual happy go lucky self. She then turned her face towards the man on the rock. D'mani's words had been a bit harsh but Ever wasn't one to chid others on their manners even when she was feeling normal. "Yes, welcome to Glorall" she said trying to put on a brave face, trying hard to stuff those bad feelings and sadness down into a hole for the time being. She was normally really happy and she'll be back to her old self in no time, but she is mourning right now. "I am Everchime, former nanny to Weylin and others within the pack. I would like to keep this role if it is possible, as well as try to train to become a healer at some point. Sooner rather than later that is.." she didn't know what had happened to Aerith but she knew that she would continue to care for the children of Glorall the best she could.
Mortz came up behind Everchime and nuzzled along her hip as he flopped down beside her. Still sad over his fathers sudden death, still sad, always sad. But re-affirmed in his belief that he would have to grow up and train to become a fighter, bigger and better than even his father was. He would make Weylin proud. One day. "Hey." He says and falls silent for a moment as he looks up to Everchime and see's that she nods her head slowly, they are all still grieving so badly. Even momma Selene was still grieving. "I'm Mortz, son of Weylin. I'd like to start training to become a warrior, if anyone is willing to teach me, by all means. Come find me." He says and then flops down entirely and hugs the side of Everchime's back leg, he's a year old, almost two now, and he was going to grow up to be a big boy when he reached maturity but for now he felt so utterly small.
"talks like this"
female - 3 yo - mate - forever bound to Vidar - mother of Aerith - devil dog - glorall
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