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What's Happening to me?:(
IP: 105.210.6.124
Posted on April 11, 2015 at 09:09:28 PM by CASJ

Hey..I found this old Jaylah post........I don't know what's happened to my writing lately..I could only dream of being able to write like this again...my current posts are pathetic..pathetic..what's happening to me?
Anybody care to send a little TLC my way?:p

There is a season, a yearly stitch in time, when the sun and the moon do not recoil from one another. It is a moment, albeit it brief, when the fabric of the world is torn and one cannot see to cast stones at other perceived sinners. Right and wrong are interwoven, a tapestry that is at once harmonious and terrifying, and the day and night blend into a fragile cordial of dawn and dusk. The stars no longer lend hope in the blackness, and the sun�s brittle halo sheds no light into the gloom. It is a time when the stronger sun grows tarnished as a copper disc behind the onyx moon. This mystery is as consistent as tides and surrounding it is remorseful feeling of relinquishing command. All creatures on earth are subject to this change and, though it is a blatant denial of the more usual laws of nature, they must submit to it as an omega to an alpha. Somehow, by some torturous twist of fate, Jaylah had been pulled into the orbit of a creature as hollow and dead as a crater on the dark side of the moon. True to her nature she had fought the alien push-pull between them, ignoring the thrum in her paws and the magnetic pull of her fickle heart until the cruel character of destiny played its deadly hand. The presence of evil was near enough to scent and it hung thickly in the air, a caustic tang that seared her nostrils and twisted her features into a grotesque mask of disgust and hatred. She rebelled against the nearness of him, every hair electric in its desperate bid to deny him. And yet, she could not heed its tempting call. With those words she had offered, she had seared her fate and his, perhaps the whole of Moladion�s. Jaylah had taken onto her shoulders a burden of unimaginable weight, its yoke chaining her to her duty as much as the guilt that branded her. She shouldered it willingly, determined to repay all those who had done her kindness, despite her burning attitude. It was perhaps the first selfless act she had been able to stomach since the day she saved Satowra all those years ago. The memory of doing good when all others chose to nip at her ankles had led her to embrace the life of a nomad, a solitary existence suiting her for its uncomplicated nature. Thus it was to that she had returned for Litherum�s instability caused her only pain, her ocean crashing and seizing blithely upon the shore caring naught for her and her problems and finally releasing its hold on her heart. Tenderly she had lapped at its bitter waters, muzzle crinkling with the burning flavor so much like blood on her tongue. Perhaps it was this ingestion that gave her the strength and will power to yield, more so then she ever required to fight. She pictured the crashing gurgle of the white horses galloping on their endless blue plains, and the image gave to her a courage that blazed molten in her liquid breast.

Tobias�s glee at her surrender was almost more than she could bear, only the voids of his eyes doomed to never hold expression allowed her to keep her ground. He rumbled with pleasure, the first time she had ever heard such a sound from the chasm of his chest, futile heart beating like a tribal drum, its savage timbre brutal on the ears. Holding her breath, she took the first step towards him, her resolve solidifying with every step, caution forgotten in the whirlwind of her good intentions. He seemed to find her approach natural, even acceptable, for her came towards her in turn causing her to shiver as his cool shadow engulfed her in acrid darkness. Already he looked down at her, features cold with the promise of an untamable power. However, though she studied them, Jaylah could unearth no intelligence behind the glazed windows he peered through, only a cool manner of accepting and altering. She had already discovered his weakness though she was an emotional being of fire and ocean, for she harbored an intelligence underestimated by others for her lack of self-control that shielded it. Without hesitation, lest she lose her brittle grasp of control, she thrust her muzzle deep into his black fur. Her breaths came short and shallow with shock, fear, exultation and a churning feeling of disgust that turned her insides to water. Slowly she ran her lips across his skin, tasting its saline flavor as her tongue trailed across the ridges left by some well-meaning stranger, or so it seemed to her. She had noted his body stiffen, heard the growl that rumbled through his being and erupted from his mouth like lava to flow down the sides of his neck and pool in her fur, but she did not stop, for a halting on her part would cause her to lose all the ground she was gaining, the connection she was hoping to spark in that one-track brain. Although it clearly pained him, he was forced to return the gesture she proffered, confirming her suspicions. His skin twitched as though he was dislodging a fly, but she persisted, though every instinct inside her urged her to imbed her fangs deep into the yielding flesh of his hated throat. It seemed he too shared her desire, for his hot breath on her neck was demanding and a white-hot energy enveloped them both, stemming from some wellspring inside him. What she did then was wrong, she knew it with every fiber of her being, but it was something that fate had declared she be the one to do, and so she allowed herself to be guided by that invisible hand, creating a damp path through his ebony pelt with her nose until the moment he could not take it any longer. With sudden violence he reversed at speed, head snaking wildly and teeth bared as his breath hissed menacingly between them. Still, she was unafraid, though he appeared more dangerous to her then than he ever had before. He spoke, his usually empty voice charged with a thickness that hinted at emotion, its passage through the air akin to a plea on his part. In that moment, the golden girl realized the power she had over the demon. She alone had discovered a way to conquer an invisible soul, and the feeling was as gratifying as that of arising victor in any battle. Her expression softened visibly, a pitying frown pasted onto her maw though her eyes remained hard and she sought to reassure him, to let him know that she did not wish him harm. Or at least not at that moment, �It is a good hurt. A healing hurt. It can fix the scars on your throat. Let me fix what other�s broke.� Her words were lilting and coated in honey, their meaning as clear in her tone as in the syllables she uttered. His face twisted; his emotions conflicting and, for the briefest of seconds, she felt almost genuinely sorry for him until he found that place of nothingness again. He let his features melt into what hers surely must have appeared to him as she spoke, and he looked almost beautiful. Fortunately, Jaylah was not stirred by his display, for she knew what so finely carved a mask hid behind its gold-plated exterior. His voice was smooth and gentle, caressing her with its strangeness and his words carrying little meaning. She did not reply, only kept up her fa�ade of pity and fondness, drawing him in closer despite the wariness etched into the furrows of his brows. Slowly, gently, she reached out once more with her muzzle, her dark intentions clear in her eyes, ready to assure the dark prince of her trustworthiness. The space between them was so small, only a fraction of a second lay between her and her goal. Elation blossomed in her chest and she licked her lips in readiness, one more millimeter, another�.

The undergrowth that spanned the treeline exploded with a harshness that sent many small birds skywards, raucously crying their disdain at being disturbed so suddenly. Startled, Jaylah drew away from Tobias, her ears pressed into the folds of her rough and her expression alive with guilt. She turned her head, afraid of what she would see, and was rewarded with a sight that turned her fiery blood to ice. From the shadows came another despised figure, his once pitiful expression hardened into an unrecognizable visor of bitter hatred. He oozed from the darkness as pus oozes from a gigantic wound, never seeming to fully leave it for it clung to his ebony frame stubbornly refusing to succumb to the light. King Kong came like a tornado, his black pelt so like Tobias and yet his mind so different. For a moment her heart stirred and hope seemed to glow when she thought she had forgotten what it tasted like on her tongue. Perhaps he had escaped the impregnable cell of his mind and come to his senses, ready at last to show his true colours to her. That hope soon died, for he gave her not a glance as he flew by, his shoulder causing her to stumble in the jetstream he created. The collision that ensued was akin to that between two freight trains of equal magnitude, the deep groan of bone on bone causing her to blanch at the ungodly sound. The scuffle that followed was brief and bloody, both black wolves stained with the crimson of war as they parted for a brief respite, their growls still haunting the air that had grown so abruptly still, as though every creature paused to witness the epic confrontation. Kong circled Tobias manically, hungrily, the single word he chose to utter causing her to shake with anger. However, it did not reach so deeply as Tobias�s cool command, spoken with confidence as though he was already certain of her compliance. In the stillness of that moment she eyed her aggressors, fiercely proud. To her right stood the husk of the wolf she used to love, and to her left the husk of the wolf that never was. An impossible choice to make.

�No!� she rumbled, hot eyes ablaze with fury, her golden pelt seeming to blur behind a haze of anger-induced smoke, �You come here.�

She could not, would not say anything more. Kong�s new personality she hated with every fiber of her being, though she still could not quite quell the optimism that he remained hidden deep inside himself to emerge again one day and conquer the creature that had taken hold of the steering wheel of his life. Tobias was a lost cause, not having a soul for the demons to conquer, yet still they gnashed their teeth in expectation.
What was left for Jaylah to save?

So the tawny wolf stood, magnificent against a background of pale greens and blues, unconquerable as always. They would fight over her, but she was not a trophy to be one. She was their mistress; she ruled them both though they did not know it. They were hers to command. If they wanted her, they must fight for her or they must lower themselves to come to her, to choose her. No longer would she be the object of their primal desires. She was Jaylah, fire incarnate, a born warrior and she would not bow.

And, in the end, she would see to it that they both became nothing more than the dust at her paws. Death would become them, for their darkened pelts were so much like the dirt already.

Replies:

D: wut? - By Castle April 12, 2015 at 01:06:49 AM
Aww - By CASJ April 12, 2015 at 07:11:34 AM

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