-Coruscated Memories of Another-

[Damien]

Muscles protracted as a contrasting black stretched on the tepid grass. Her optics tightly shut whilst her pelage soaked in Fenris’s rays, greeting the warmth with utmost hospitality. The tension loosened comfortably, the fae now lying relaxed in her cradle of timothy. A rosy tongue curled in a tight crescent, as a lazy yawn broke from the whelp’s maw. Her abysmal verdents resting on the churning water that rippled never the same. Each sound presently washed into the low rumble of the beautiful waterfall.

Aspen had grown into a sleek omega wolf of List. Her emissary skills growing with each day Bila taught her. Upon looking back on her pup days she was extremely shy and held a rough appearance, she was quite unhappy. Now a young adult, she had made friends and slowly began to get over her fears of the unfamiliar. Many variables had entered her life, like the List pack, it was a wonderful group despite its frequent changes and new faces. Secondly there was Bila, she had kindly took her in and patiently accepted her as her own seminarian, teaching her stealth and cunning. But then there was the constant in her life a single varg had achieved this rank in her mind. He was Bila’s son, Tocho, a dithering hesitant wolf but power hid behind his pools of jet and he struck out in contrast among the background of all the others. Oh, how she wished she wouldn’t have to leave him once they fully matured, secretly she hoped no other femora would take to him.

Aspen had never had the chance to verbally announce this feeling, she was silent in many of her ways and this emotion nearly capsized her being. Tempered was a trait she also held, irritated by all except the familiar. And her bashful ways would not let her admit to passionate desire, even to herself.

The growing morning had been kind to her and supplied her with never ending rays of energy as she enjoyed the company of her own thoughts. She basked alone in the sunlight, the cool spray of falling water keeping her body balanced, everything was good.

[Tasá]

*crawling out of the dark and dismal shadow of the dense bush she had been laying under, Tasá scowled upwards at the bright sun. swishing her wiry and bitten tail furiously at the air before it calmed itself and she stalked towards the lake. she had been woken out of her haunted sleep by the need to drink. her tongue lay swollen and dry in her mouth and her fragmented mind echoed the word 'water' constantly. so the thin faemme had torn herself out of her own miserable company to satisfy her thirst.

her unkempt and grimy light greysh brown pelt did not react or reflect any of the sunlight that beamed down happily on the earth. her dark glittering eyes were half lidded from the penetrating and hideous light. not even the scars that littered her body gave any emotion to the beaming sunlight. one side of her whitened maw twitched up and down constantly. her lip curling up in distaste before falling back down as if the faemme lacked energy.

her cracked and travel-worn pads sunk down into the muddy shore of the lake. whilst she lowered her maddened head to the water's surface, her tongue emerged from between her sharp teeth to lap at the crystalic lake. stealing it's water from its great expanse. the skeletal kerl paused when she had drunk her fill and her gaze glanced to that of a black varg laying not far off from where she was standing. startled by the fact that she hadnt noticed this varg before Tasá's maw mutated into a vicious snarl, tail swishing behind her in fury that she had been so blind.*

[Liberté]

Under the gold wash of the sun, Tocho meandered his way about the plunge-pool as a morose drifter, as he always was and promised to be. The russet saddle of fur against his pelt of beige-flecked gray felt itself be smothered by the heat from, along with his neck and brow as he ventured closer to the water’s edge. Shards of water bounced of the surface of the pool and caught in his hide to begin a relentless cycle of cooling off and heating up. However, a certain warmth kept his heart buoyant in the deep undulations of an emotive sea. The anomalous passion caused him to ponder how long this exotic ecstasy would lay siege upon his restless spirit.

No matter how much he scolded himself, convincing himself that he was incapable of loving at such a tender age, Tocho still couldn’t cease the want to see the onyx she-wolf. The winds swept his fur with a warm exhale as he sat down in the camouflage of water reeds, and he stared at the portrait of his reflection. He could almost taste the presence of another, an unknown and not totally unwelcome varg, so he padded upwind towards its source.

In his peripheral vision Tocho caught sight of the black fae, opposite him and the ragged kerl he now stood alongside. “Hello,” he smiled politely and tried not to look towards Aspen.

[Damien]

Her mind was completely filled with dreaming thoughts of freedom as the deranged wolf silently emerged from the woods. Aspen’s ears collapsed along her silken skull as a smile cracked through previously quenched lips. Right now she was feeling exceptionally joyous, her mood lifted by the Sun’s warmth and kindness. Nothing could disturb her right now for she was captivated by her own mind’s sanctuary. Envisioning the very scene of grass in which she lay upon… the image playing behind the closed ebony lids.

The air was calm and Tasa’s scent slowly mantled itself over the Eastern side of the falls, not able to creep to the lush timothy where the black fea was situated. The water’s loud roar covering the smacking sound of a tongue lapping up the cool liquid as gleaming eyes caught her in her peaceful rest. In blissful quiet aside from nature’s rumbling resonance, Aspen nuzzled the grass with loving affection, pawing at the sweet scents of open plain life.

“Hello…”

The voice came like a whisper to her, the distance taking its toll on the sound’s amplification. Her auds flickered as if chasing the provoking sound away. Aspen now began to grow worried, her eyes slowly opening as things intensified. Was she truly fantasizing about Tocho? His soft voice echoing through the caverns of her cranium. Did she care for him that much? All these questions suddenly rushed to the peek of her interests. She was ready for a mate.

Was he the one?