At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on May 31, 2014 at 07:25:58 PM by kagura
The intellectual are beings of memories. Though the soulless need no thoughts, us who think, breath and exist must have something to bind us to this world, lest we become mere phantoms with no place to thrive. Without our recollections, we are less than nothing. One stripped of the right to remember is one stripped of the right to trust and to love and be loved. It is in this position that Kagura, warrior of Saw Tooth turned homeless wanderer, found herself in. She does not know her name, age or history, yet she is aware that she once had a duty. Guilt shivers through her bodice at the thought of her forsaking that duty, but she can do nothing but blame herself for the loss - there is no way for her to return to uphold her former job. She has tried to remember. Since the day when she awoke, conscious of only pain and the blankness of the void, she had strained her mental facilities, attempting to regain some shred of identification that would set her on the path of self-discovery, but all in vain. She had nothing left, no one left.
Kagura was not one prone to being melancholy and useless, but for now she felt helpless, unable to cope with her current situation. So she went off to mope. Very admirable of her, no? In case you didn't catch it, that was sarcasm. Moons ago, she had wandered to the borders of the legendary Bright Moon pack in search of solace, and felt as if it was a step toward healing, but was too confused, too tangled in the spider's web of loss and wonderment, to make any friends and truly begin the process of regaining herself. She'd patrolled the borders in her almost-home once before coming out here; perhaps the action had been the impetus of her departure. While she was running, the feeling of nostalgia had risen unbidden, and with it a terrible, searing sensation of mental anguish. She felt as if she had betrayed someone precious, as if she had committed some terrible sin, but was unable to make things right because she had no idea what exactly she had done wrong. There was no hope of reconciliation. For now, the doomed butterfly could only writhe.
The lithe fairy was on the fast track to nowhere in particular. With no destination in mind, she simply ran for the sake of running, hoping to quench her emotions through physical labour. It was not all in vain, for the intensity of her movements allowed for respite. She moved with accuracy, grace, and precision, her lissome form traveling with speed though the foliage, leaping over deadfall and other obstacles without hesitation. Her muscles are wiry, taunt with exercise. She is a beautiful specimen, despite the scars that lace her pelt, which serves as a glorious tapestry of previous injuries. Something sounds in her consciousness, and the slim donna is acutely and achingly aware that she was once proud of the badges, but now the maiden does not even know how she attained each mark. In a way, she feels like her past life was meaningless. Kagura had invested all of her self, her meaning, in Saw Tooth, and now knew no way to thrive without memories of it. She's capable of thriving on her own through bodily means, but coping with her weak mind was another issue entirely.
The blue eyed fea emerged from the woods, leaping easily down a small embankment of loose soil and onto the grassy shores of a beautiful lake. The water was as azure as the sky, the stalks of short grass as green as emeralds. A cool wind caressed the area in a mother's embrace. The scene was a paradise. Almost cautiously, the fey wildling padded toward the water's edge, her eyes transfixed by the glassy perfection of the water's unruffled surface. With a jolt, the lady realized that she was unaware of her own appearance. Seeking to rectify this, she stopped, front paws partially submerged in aqua, and gazed into the reflective surface of the water. She looked back at herself with slight surprise, seeing as for the first time her large, vulnerable orbs and her winsomely sculpted face. White fur, silken and complete with a slight shimmer of health, covered her petite frame.
Seeing her own face left her in even more confusion than before, yet the lass can't tear herself away. A muted whisper slips from her lips, her soft voice murmurs out the all encompassing question almost involuntarily. “Who am I?”
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- { D R E A M } - By Mink June 8, 2014 at 04:59:29 PM
The spiral - By i v e v June 12, 2014 at 03:11:49 AM
dust in the wind - By kagura June 19, 2014 at 07:45:50 PM
{ D R E A M } - By Mink June 30, 2014 at 05:31:39 PM
.Why are you crying?. - By Miles July 1, 2014 at 02:14:40 AM
The spiral - By i v e v July 13, 2014 at 03:59:01 PM
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