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Posted on April 4, 2013 at 05:33:22 PM by Everchime
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
She sits there, silent and almost statuesk as she thinks about her family, how they might be faring without her, how they are handling the madness that seems to spread through their family like the black plague. She is to happy, to confused, to genuine, to thoughtful, to careing, to saintly to think badly of them. Though she knows that the reason she left is because she didn't want to catch whatever it was that they had, in the future she will feel bad because it is not a contagious disease that they all have but a problem with their DNA some were in her mothers background there lays a very serious laps in sanity that had flooded into her mothers brain, a fall perhaps, or maybe she was always this way and her father had stayed just so that the rest of the pack didn't think her strange.
So it is with no surprise that as she stares out on the little group below forming that she doesn't notice the black and silver wolf moving towards her and her tree, she likes the way the willow brances sway back and forth, they sooth her into a lull that makes it near impossible to snap out of. Of course, time passes as he stands there looking at her, unsure of what has suddenly happened between the two. They are strangers, unknown to each other. She is a stranger more so because she doesn't even know what's happened in the first place, she's never heard of imprinting before. A new strange world is about to open up and consumer her whole and confuse her even more so than she already was. What fun this shall be. She thinks of little Aerith back in Glorall and how she should be getting back soon to find more food for the two of them.
It is this that actually snaps her back into reality, she is just lifting her paw and turning around when she comes face to face with the gnarled face of Vidar. She gives a slight jump, mostly cause she hadn't expected a visitor at the moment, not because of his appearence. It would probably come across that way and as he turns to leave she can't help but have lost her voice for a few moments as a small feeling within her being begins to grow slightly. Something strange she has never felt for anyone before. It's different than with Pan, with Pan she had felt it growing, slowly like a leaf in spring, curling out and unfolding in a confusing array of veins and intricate thoughts that seemed to always float around in her head. This was different. It was like she'd been slapped in the face. Or thrown in head first to fridged waters.
Her pumpkin spice eyes look at the spot where he had been, a feeling of lost sinking into her soul, she doesn't understand what all this is about, she's confused even more so than before now. Two things, two beings rather pulling her heart in two different directions. Both without a reason, both caused by fate some how. He had stumbled, that much she'd known. To kind and careing to not show some form of consern for his well being even if he wasn't her imprint. She takes a few tentative steps towards the bulk of the tree, her eyes soft and kind as she tips her head around the other side and see's him with his tail down and breathing rather hard. Oh lord, she hadn't even had a chance to figure out healing and she might just have to do it on the fly.
"Is everything alright?" her voice is tentative, gageing if she should be worried more about herself or this strange male that seems... there is something there she can not put to words. Something in the way his eye looks, a searching perhaps, for the unknown, perhaps a bit of worry she see's deep within that singular golden orb. She has the room in her heart for many friends and family, with time she will come to know this and find that there is indeed room for both Pan and this wolf that stands before her. In time she will understand the incessive pull that happens when the two are seperated, in time she will come to care for him, to want to do that sorta thing. In time perhaps the two will even love each other. But she doesn't know this now. She's just as confused as he is, just as worried as he is. But their lives have become intwined for whatever reason, perhaps she is ment to help him... only time will tell though.
"talks like this"
Everchime
female - 2 yo - no mate - soul bound to Vidar - adoptive mother of Aerith - glorall
She sits there, silent and almost statuesk as she thinks about her family, how they might be faring without her, how they are handling the madness that seems to spread through their family like the black plague. She is to happy, to confused, to genuine, to thoughtful, to careing, to saintly to think badly of them. Though she knows that the reason she left is because she didn't want to catch whatever it was that they had, in the future she will feel bad because it is not a contagious disease that they all have but a problem with their DNA some were in her mothers background there lays a very serious laps in sanity that had flooded into her mothers brain, a fall perhaps, or maybe she was always this way and her father had stayed just so that the rest of the pack didn't think her strange.
So it is with no surprise that as she stares out on the little group below forming that she doesn't notice the black and silver wolf moving towards her and her tree, she likes the way the willow brances sway back and forth, they sooth her into a lull that makes it near impossible to snap out of. Of course, time passes as he stands there looking at her, unsure of what has suddenly happened between the two. They are strangers, unknown to each other. She is a stranger more so because she doesn't even know what's happened in the first place, she's never heard of imprinting before. A new strange world is about to open up and consumer her whole and confuse her even more so than she already was. What fun this shall be. She thinks of little Aerith back in Glorall and how she should be getting back soon to find more food for the two of them.
It is this that actually snaps her back into reality, she is just lifting her paw and turning around when she comes face to face with the gnarled face of Vidar. She gives a slight jump, mostly cause she hadn't expected a visitor at the moment, not because of his appearence. It would probably come across that way and as he turns to leave she can't help but have lost her voice for a few moments as a small feeling within her being begins to grow slightly. Something strange she has never felt for anyone before. It's different than with Pan, with Pan she had felt it growing, slowly like a leaf in spring, curling out and unfolding in a confusing array of veins and intricate thoughts that seemed to always float around in her head. This was different. It was like she'd been slapped in the face. Or thrown in head first to fridged waters.
Her pumpkin spice eyes look at the spot where he had been, a feeling of lost sinking into her soul, she doesn't understand what all this is about, she's confused even more so than before now. Two things, two beings rather pulling her heart in two different directions. Both without a reason, both caused by fate some how. He had stumbled, that much she'd known. To kind and careing to not show some form of consern for his well being even if he wasn't her imprint. She takes a few tentative steps towards the bulk of the tree, her eyes soft and kind as she tips her head around the other side and see's him with his tail down and breathing rather hard. Oh lord, she hadn't even had a chance to figure out healing and she might just have to do it on the fly.
"Is everything alright?" her voice is tentative, gageing if she should be worried more about herself or this strange male that seems... there is something there she can not put to words. Something in the way his eye looks, a searching perhaps, for the unknown, perhaps a bit of worry she see's deep within that singular golden orb. She has the room in her heart for many friends and family, with time she will come to know this and find that there is indeed room for both Pan and this wolf that stands before her. In time she will understand the incessive pull that happens when the two are seperated, in time she will come to care for him, to want to do that sorta thing. In time perhaps the two will even love each other. But she doesn't know this now. She's just as confused as he is, just as worried as he is. But their lives have become intwined for whatever reason, perhaps she is ment to help him... only time will tell though.
"talks like this"
female - 2 yo - no mate - soul bound to Vidar - adoptive mother of Aerith - glorall
Replies:
- I could be a shadow - By Vidar April 9, 2013 at 08:03:30 AM
if you let it take a part of your soul - By Everchime April 13, 2013 at 05:10:32 PM
I could be a shadow - By Vidar April 16, 2013 at 10:03:18 PM
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