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Post by Dakota Spirit on Oct 28, 2008 16:36:47 GMT -5
The big wolf lay parallel to the river's path, his dark pelt standing out starkly against the brown earthy ground. He was only inches from the cool waters, his head flat upon the rocks to watch the surging path it took. Most recently, the lands of Deor had experienced a dire lack of water as a drought had descended upon them. Every creek bed ran dry, cracking under the merciless sun. Now though, it seemed things were finally improving. The many creeks and rivers that graced Deor's wide spanning territory and begun, however slowly, to regain some of their previous glory. As he watched, deep emerald eyes sparking in the sunlight, the male couldn't help but draw comparisons between himself and the rushing waters. To himself and his pride, their power seemed similar in nature. Like the waters, Dakota often found himself plowing in one direction, sometimes blinded to all else in his path. Similarly, the river did not consider the obstacles in it's path. It simply continued along the way it intended until reaching the end of it's purpose. Here though, the dark wolf began to see differences. To a river, it's biggest obstacle may be a bolder or log in way of a clear flow, but rather then back up behind it, attempting to force the obstacle from its path, the river simply split and went around what could not be moved. This was not something Dak could honestly claim for himself. Even the immovable was fought by his stubborn spirit. This was shown time and again as the male became caught up on things that could not or would be changed, and thus hindered his own path in life. Thus hindering his own flow to the 'greater purpose'. Lifting broad head from it's resting spot, Dak considered these new musings, wondering if perhaps there was something to be learned. After all, the river had been unchecked for generations. Perhaps it's slightly more passive methods of dealing with roadblocks had an advantage over his own incessant need to meet things head on.
Hauling to his feet, Dakota shook away the deep thoughts, saving them for another time. Originally, the male had wondered over this way in hopes of catching a slight bit of relaxation, something he still hoped possible. Taking the few steps needed to reach the river's edge and then proceeded to wander into the water's depths. Given the recent drought, it was not as deep as as perhaps it once had been, the water ultimately only coming up to lap at the wolf's chest. None the less, it's embrace was a cool one, like gentle fingers stroking the weariness from his tired muscles. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped the male as he stood there in the water's grip and when he dipped his face to look upon his reflection, Dak saw the features mirrored in the water slowly ease into relaxation, matching those on his face. A slight smile flashed white on his maw, changing the entire appearance of the male. Rather then the stoic rigidness he seemed to normal exude, the wolf seemed for once completely at ease.
Tipping his head skyward, Dak felt his eyes flutter closed when faced with the sun's powerful rays. For a moment it looked as if he might call to another, sending the deep notes of his song high up to meet the tree tops. Yet he remained silent with his head tilted into the golden light, the water cooling his body below as the sun sent warm comfort from above. And the smile grew as he did so, for away from the eyes of others and free from any pressing matters Dakota was allowed one small moment away from his duty bound life.
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Post by Mist on Oct 28, 2008 21:58:04 GMT -5
Lifting her head from its resting place on her dark grey paws, Mist blinks in the leaf-filtered sunlight and looks around. For some reason she couldn't sleep last night, and wandered for much of the dark hours, thinking about the many things that have happened to her and her family in the last few months. Many things have changed, she not the least of all. There have been times she has fought with herself... her heart and her mind have been in conflict, but at last a kind of calm has settled on both. Pushing herself gracefully to her paws the ashy Drappa stretches her limbs carefully, testing out each as she moves. Her wounds from her fierce battle have healed, but some have left scars that will be evident for the rest of her life. The most prominent of which is the spiral-shaped scars ranging from her shoulder down her left foreleg. They are a silvery pattern, shimmering slightly in moonlight as she moves. As she looks back on that fight it is strange to think that that was only the beginning of this stage of her life, and though she has had to live through much heartache since then, she is stronger now for it, and trusts that things are how they are supposed to be.
After her sleep the fae is thirsty, and turns to head toward the stream that runs through the middle of Deor's territory. Now that the drought has ended the water levels have risen slightly once again, but they are still low, which is rather normal for this time of the year. Padding softly through the well known woods, the golden eyed Drappa smiles faintly to herself as she sweeps her gaze across the area in front of her. The autumn colors are brilliant. Fiery hues of all shades flash and dance in the sun and breeze that stirs them. Many kinds of trees turn the forests and hills into a kind of sunset in nature. Crimson, rusty orange, golden yellow, and all the colors in between meet her expectant gaze and she sighs in contentment. This is her favorite time of year. Every season is beautiful in its own right, but none are so vibrant and alive as this. Even the air has a tingling feel in it as the days grow cooler and the tall peaks of the Carpathian mountains turn brilliantly white with snow.
The first sight of the stream comes to her as a glint of sunlight reflecting off the dancing waters, and the grey Drappa picks up her pace until she is loping gracefully toward it. As the trees clear off as she nears the river, she sees that she is not alone. There is one here already... one who makes her heart warm just by the sight of him. Dakota Spirit, Deor's proud Beta, and the mann she has grown to love. Pausing at the stream's edge, she watches him silently, thinking he has not noticed her presence yet. The sunlight is still quite warm on dark coats, so she can understand his actions. The water is cool and refreshing, and shallow enough for any grown vargs not to fear its relaxing embrace. Forgetting about her thirst, Mist gazes at the dark mann, unsure of whether or not she wants to disturb him. He looks so calm and peaceful... but surely he won't mind if she interrupts him...
Lifting her voice just as he almost did, she howls, but very softly. This is not the howl of a Drappa to her pack, but a fae to the one she loves - when she knows he is close.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Oct 28, 2008 23:58:09 GMT -5
As the sun poured down upon him, Dakota began to feel his thoughts stretch to a more inviting topic. Quickly his mind filled with images of the land's proud Drappa, memories of time spent with her streaming like movies through his head. It seemed almost impossible to him, that they could have grown so close, so fast. After all, Dak had always been wary of such things. He'd always been so careful about sharing of his own life, his own past. He knew what could come from that and had been seemingly set in avoiding it. Yet the fae had made it so easy, coming to him as if on answer to his fruitless prayers. She was special, he'd reasoned. Not like the others and therefor safe to open up to, a fact that only proved more and more true as time went on. Within sun it seemed, the male found himself wrapped up in the fate of the fae. Her actions began to decide his own, just as her opinions began to shape how he conducted himself in her company. Gone were the rigid formalities and guarded professionalism. She had made it clear that such things were not needed and so he had discarded the habits, in her presence at least, not bothering to question her wishes at all. For this and more, Dak no longer claimed total control over his heart. Bit by bit it had been taken by the fae, locked away there for only her to see. These thoughts were vivid and full within his mind, making it no surprise when her voice came to fill his ears. The male was still as he listened, his lips twitching up into a wider smile. For at that moment he thought perhaps he had strayed into the dreams themselves, becoming engulfed in the power of memories and desire. Dak's eyelids fluttered, but remained closed as he lived out what was perceived to be a fantasy. Lifting his own dark muzzle higher into the air, the wolf released his own soft call to the fae's voice. It was a quite and melodious tone, meant only for her had her ears truly been there to hear it.
And it was at that point that Dak finally opened his eyes. The last notes of his voice echoed quietly around him and for a moment the male seemed slightly confused. Deep within the binds of old memory, the green eyed Beta had been firmly under the belief that all taking place was simply a product of his mind. That included the short duet. However, his own voice vibrating in the trees suggested otherwise. Lowering his head to it's normal carriage, Dak glanced warily around him, mindful that others may have heard him calling. When he saw the lone figure standing upon the river's bank, Dak felt his the air rush from his lungs in one single breath. So it hadn't been a dream after all, he thought quietly. Rather, the fae had been watching him for a good portion of his time spent daydreaming. "Ah, she comes...", he breathed in an almost unbelieving voice. "The Silver Lady. Carrying with her feelings of good will and hope." He was only half teasing Mist, giving her extravagant titles that still held a hint of truth in them.
Wading slowly toward the shoreline, Dak kept his emerald eyes locked with the fae's own bright orbs. He glanced at her mischievously, flashing a wily smile before moving out of range from her to shake the water from his pelt. For a moment he'd thought to drench her in the clear droplets before ultimately considering otherwise. After all, he didn't know for sure why she had ventured this way and even more compelling a reason, he wasn't quite sure how she'd react to his howling. Would she see it for what it was? And if she did, what feeling would that bring in turn? Mist was the drappa of Deor's pack and Dak had always known he treaded uncertain ground when it came to his own love for her. It was not something he could offer her, or even suggest, until he knew that she had similar feelings in turn. "Hello, my dear.", he finally said, drawing close to her. "I am pleased to see your wounds at last healing, though they leave behind a scar. It will bring joy to the pack, to see their Drappa up and about again." He paused, watching her carefully with his sharp eyes. "Though...perhaps that is for another time. It seems I have not had you to myself in quite some time...not as it once was, before your accident. Do tell, what brings you to the river on this day?"
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Post by Mist on Oct 29, 2008 11:37:17 GMT -5
As she howls, her voice a melodious alto tone, Mist watches Dak, waiting to see what his first reaction to her song will be. It interests her that he doesn't open his eyes right away, but at the smile on his face, her heart warms. Pricking her ears and changing the tone of her howl slightly as his deep voice joins hers, Mist listens to the sound, and can't help but feel that it is significant. After a few moments they both stop simultaneously, letting the small echoes of their soft harmony fade into the fiery leaves of the autumn-kissed trees. Padding up to the water's edge with a smile on her lovely maw, Mist sees Dakota open his eyes, but realizes that he hasn't seen her yet. She waits quietly, not wanting to startle him, and realizing that it will surely not take long for him to notice her presence. Not only must he soon realize that she is indeed there and that they did join voices, but he has all the instincts of an expert hunter and warrior to tell him of her presence, and she is not all that far away from him.
As his emerald eyes fall on her at last, she smiles gently at him, and the smile brightens with numerous feelings as she hears his softly breathed words. Amusement and pleasure are not the least of these feelings, and she does not miss the undertones in his voice and the true meanings of sincerity behind the gentle teasing. "Indeed, I have great amounts of good will to give you, and I will always try to bring hope to those who need it. My love, as well, I give to you, my strong Black Knight." Her voice is even more musical than normal, and with the light of the sun reflecting off the waters of the stream and onto her silvery form, it would not be hard to believe that she could truly be the Silver Lady. Her tones are similar to Dakota's - gentle teasing, but with sincere undertones.
Keeping her eyes on his as the ebon beta moves toward her and the bank, Mist feels as if she is looking into his soul. The moment passes, but little is lost, and the Drappa doesn't feel as if it was taken from her. Winking gratefully at him after he shakes much of the water out of his coat, Mist pads closer to him. "I appreciate your consideration... it is not so warm that I'd like to be soaked." His words follow hers, and she smiles again. "Ah yes, hello would be in order, since we didn't meet in the normal way." Lowering her eyes momentarily to her silvery scars, she nods, following the lines of them with her eyes. They are much less hateful than one would expect scars from such a fierce battle to be. In a way they are a trophy... and something that says that respect can be earned even by a fierce enemy. "Yes..." She says softly before raising her eyes once again to meet his. "It was a slow process, but I feel truly blessed now to be whole once again. It has made me appreciate what I have, and what I am able to do with four sturdy legs and those I love around me." She thinks for a moment on her former mate, and though she still misses him, and likely will for the rest of her life, she knows that her love for Dakota is not wrong, and Chayton understands and wants her to be happy. "I certainly am happy to be out and about again. I truly don't know what I would have done without you, my dear..."
Perhaps it is that he sees something in her eyes, and Mist is grateful when Dak mentions that a meeting with the rest of the pack should be something left for another time. She has missed him, and the times they have spent together recently have been less than satisfactory - mainly he has just come by to check on her, and she has not often been alone long enough for them to have that time together. It is as he says. Nodding, the fae smiles in response. "Indeed, it has been too long. I've... missed you, Dak." Taking another step forward she leans forward slightly and puts her neck next to his, leaning softly against him. "To tell the truth... I was thirsty - and then I saw you... But perhaps it was our destiny that I came to this stretch of water right now..." Closing her eyes as she breathes in his scent, Mist feels utterly content, and it seems a small smile is now perpetually on her lips, playing around them and gently threatening to shine out fully. At the thought of what is in her heart, the grey fae feels a slight flutter of anxiety, but suppresses these feelings and decides that she just needs to speak what her heart has long told her. Pulling gently back so she can see the expression on Dak's face and in his eyes, she says softly, simply. "Dak... I love you."
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Oct 30, 2008 2:29:43 GMT -5
Dakota couldn't help but feel himself preen under the fae's lavish attention, his back straightened and ears came up forward in alert. The male's head and tail were held high, proud under his drappa's watchful eye. For a moment, her comments simply swirled in the forefront of his mind. It seemed to the male, that Mist was talking more to him then to the wellbeing of the pack...and this alone was surprising. Though his own words had reflected the same feeling, he hadn't expected the same in return. Hoped, maybe, but he hadn't been holding his breath. With past experiences to back him up, the dark wolf had learned early on never to wish too hard. To want something so bad that it would otherwise effect his ability to function, or at the very least he would never admit such desires to himself. His growing love for the elegant drappa had been the first time in a long time, that Dak had truly been struck with a strong desire to have something that seemed impossible. So he'd been careful, really only reflecting on the predicament when Mist was not beside him. When she could not bear witness to his thoughts and feelings. Now it seemed all had changed, and with her words the dam of his mind broke lose and Dakota's inner voice rose silently to the skies above. Wishing with all he had that the underlying message was truly there, that the fae's love was genuine.
"I will take these things...", Dak said quietly as the distance between them closed. "Your love and respect. I shall carry them with me and remember them for the gifts that they are." Did she know?, he wondered. Did the fae understand the weight with which her words fell? That like a talisman against the darkness, each one would be worn upon Dakota's heart, offering him the strength of her support to add to his own. The sly smile returned as she spoke of his careful consideration, one golden flashing at him in a playful wink. "Well...", he said it turn. "I'd not want to wet in this cold, with the possibility of sickness. You do take so much looking after, you know? I haven't the time for another shift on nurse duty." Light laughter tickled at his throat as the words ended, spilling over slightly and into his deep voice. Moving softly around Mist's smaller form, Dakota's eyes slid along the scars of her body, examining them just as she had done only moments before. "Mm, yes.", he agreed. "Sometimes it takes the pain to show us how lucky we are. And perhaps how much something...or someone, matters in our life." His eyes had flashed briefly to her face as Mist's last comment rung in the air and once more, Dakota clung to the mutual feeling that now seemed a more and more evident link between the wolves. "Think nothing of it.", the male finally finished, coming back to his original place at Mist's side. It was my honor...and my pleasure, to be there for you."
It seemed to him that only seconds had passed between them and in no time the fae was stepping still closer, leaning up against Dak's body with an ease that came from much trust between the two. He smiled down at her, white teeth bright against his dark coat. "I've missed you too...", he whispered, trailing off at the end. For the first time that he could remember, words failed to enter Dak's mind. Nothing seemed appropriate, nothing to voice the change Mist has created in him. The place she held and the undying need he had to have her close. His vibrant eyes shifted slightly as he tried to forced the words to come, anything at all to fill the silence. It didn't last long though, as once more Mist seemed to step up and fill where he was lacking. Her answer to his previous question was simple enough though truly he had forgotten ever inquiring to her purpose, having become to wrapped up in the possible implications of her other words. All too soon Mist was drawing back from him, leaving a coolness in him as the warmth of her body left his. Dak glanced over at her, catching her eyes with his, a soft questioning etched upon his face. As the words left her mouth, Dakota felt a great roaring in his ears. Was it at all possible, was he really hearing the truth? The male's bright eyes widened first, giving him the appearance of a startled cub before they carefully narrowed, confusion and emotion flooding his mind. "I...", he floundered helplessly. "You? I mean.." Dak looked around him desperately, looking for some sign that he wasn't again imagining the scene before his eyes. For a moment his body tensed, afraid that perhaps this was a trick. A nightmare maybe. That any moment someone, the fae's previous mate even, would burst from the trees, revealing that it was all a hoax. That Mist's words were false, and would never be otherwise. "You love me?!", he finally managed to spit out. "But I thought maybe...I mean, I thought perhaps I was alone, alone in how I felt." Breath whooshed from his lungs as the normally reserved male attempted to regain control over himself, feeling all together foolish for the way his voice was not stumbling over it's words.
Breathing deep one last time, Dak leaned back in against Mist's warm neck. "I am sorry.", he whispered into her thick coat. It's just, well, I'm surprised. You being the Drappa and me being...a kerl up till recently. I didn't think it possible for you to feel the same as I did. It seemed only a dream." The male paused, at last seeming back to his normal self. "I do love you.", he finally said, confirming the obvious. "Mist...", the male whispered, feeling her name roll from his tongue. "I have loved you for so long."
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Post by Mist on Oct 31, 2008 11:32:03 GMT -5
The little teasing in Mist's words fades in the light of Dak's words. The two of them have similar thoughts, but neither has even begun to guess... to do anything more than hope, that the other feels the same way. Love is a mysterious thing. It has always been the subject of stories - both happy and tragic - and it is hard to tell whether the one you love feels the same way until it is truly made clear. There is so much at risk when those words are spoken - risk of a broken heart, unrequited love... but there is so much to gain. Love is truly one of the most beautiful things in life, and to truly live, it cannot be hidden away, forever doubtful of its return.
As the two's words turn more playful, Mist raises a brow in response to Dakota's mischievous wink. Though she feels a laugh brimming in her chest, ready to bubble freely out, she suppresses it momentarily, playing along with his game. "Indeed. It is well that you decided against it, for then, even if I didn't get chilled or sick, the Silver Lady would remove herself from your sight. Plus, as you say, you are much to busy to play nursemaid again." Grinning now and letting the rather musical laugh out, Mist shakes her head. "To tell the truth, I'd not have minded... at least not much." As it is her turn now to wink, she obliges merrily. "I probably would have pounced on you or something, to pay you back. After all, such actions cannot go unpunished." There is a slight, laughing undertone in her voice that suggests that she is possibly even disappointed that she can't "punish" him.
Again the tone of their conversation changes, to a much more serious topic, and after speaking, Mist nods in reply to Dak's words, realizing just how true they are, and that they were her thoughts as well. She goes on to think of all those she loves, mentally listing them and picturing each varg in turn. The last, and most vivid mental picture is that of the varg in front of her, and she blinks and looks up at him, her eyes meeting his as they glint emerald in the sun's reflection off the playfully moving water. She has lost many of those she has loved throughout her life. Perhaps the gods are giving her a chance to love again... and perhaps, she will not lose this one so soon. Fate can be cruel, but it also can be kind. At this moment, as she looks at the strong, proud mann in front of her, she can't help but silently ask the fates, or the gods, to grant her this request, and not snatch his possibility away from her right when it has begun to seem like a possible reality.
The little silence after the next words is enough to prompt her to speak her mind, reminding her gently, but firmly, what she stands to miss if she doesn't tell Dak her true feelings. The greatest tragedy of all would be if they both truly loved each other but were afraid to tell of their feelings. As this thought fleetingly passes through her mind the Drappa firmly banishes it from her mind, telling the reminder that she will not let this happen. Though she seems the very essence of calm on the outside, she is quivering slightly, and her heart speeds up, but she focuses on one thing, and speaks...
The expression on Dakota's face after her words is one of astonishment... but not the harsh surprise that would have torn her already injured heart in two. It is more that of relief, and simple surprise that she spoke before he did. Waiting quietly, patiently for him to finish what he wants to say, she doesn't hold it in the least against him that his words fail to come out as eloquently as he surely must have wished. It was indeed sudden, but she couldn't stand to wait any longer. The knowledge that he returns her love is like a fire in her heart to match the autumn fire of the trees. At this moment she feels as if the sun has truly come out and is shining all its warmth and light in the little area surrounding the two vargs. Dak's question makes her smile, and laugh gently as she nods, affirming that her words were true - not a horrible game or a figment of his imagination. "Yes, Dak, my love. I do... I truly do... love you." Lowering her head for a second before returning her eyes to their place matching his, Mist shakes her head. "Oh, no... I thought that perhaps you didn't... see me as anything more than a friend. I have... wanted to tell you, but... I didn't know how until now. I just... knew that if I didn't say anything, that maybe we'd go on not knowing, and that would be worse than a rejection..."
It all comes out in a jumble, and after her words tumble out, she takes a deep breath and then smiles beamingly, feeling as if everything is perfect... there is no worry anymore... no doubt. The feel of Dak's warm neck against her own as he speaks similar words is heavenly, and she licks his ear lovingly. That he would think his recent status as a kerl would make any difference is a surprise to her, but she nods anyway, understanding others of his words. It is perhaps strange that she, as Drappa, is not mates with the Dragga - but the happenings in Deor recently have been somewhat strange, and unique... but it truly doesn't matter. "It took me a while to realize it... but now I do, and I am so... oh, so relieved and happy. Oh, Dak..."
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Nov 1, 2008 1:12:01 GMT -5
Dakota watched the fae's face as she spoke, enjoying the range of emotions that played out there. It was not that he was bored or without comment but simply that he was easily drawn in by the fae, caught up in things that would be of little meaning from some one else. As she spoke, first teasing him in turn, Dak thought that Mist's face showed emotions that must match his own. There was a happiness there, evident in her smiling maw and twinkling eyes. Laughter too, made it's mark in her features, drawing lines made from the same playful attitude that similarly tinged her voice. The male felt his own smile grow as she spoke, taking in each comment in turn. His voice burst from him then, in deep laughter at the 'threat' his love had offered. Much like herself, Dakota wouldn't have minded the punishment. Yet it was in the moments after such play that he truly found himself wrapped up in Mist's speech, truly drawn to attention by it.
Her words were hesitant, carefully spoken as his had been. At that moment Dak thought that perhaps he hadn't been the only one afraid of what might or might not happen. That for all his confidence and pride, just once he could admit to being scared. Such facts only made easier by the understanding that his drappa might have felt the same. That even she, strong leader that she was, could feel nervous in his presence. A great sigh leaves his body then, as the last bit of doubt is flushed from the male's mind. "You are smart to have spoken, my love.", he spoke quietly. "For it is not until now, at this moment, knowing that you feel the same, that my confidence on the matter had been allowed to grow. I am afraid that this has been one challenge I had not quite worked out a solution too." Pausing for a moment, Dak simply bent closer to her, breathing in the fae's scent. "There's no telling really...how long we may have gone on as we were, had you waited for me to make the first admission." Truth be told though, much of Dakota's reservation had also been rooted in his idealistic outlook on life. He had never intended to step outside his 'place' in the pack, to even attempt courting a female of higher rank. It had seemed wrong at the time, a stretch beyond what he was allowed and what was expected. Yet now, for the second time that night, the dark wolf found another realization dawning in his mind. Though these standards had been a burden cultivated only by himself, Dak was seeing now that he had never been bound to them. That from the first moment of the meeting, Mist had never expected anything more then friendship and respect. And now love, this too she desired. This most of all, he could give her, with or without his coded lifestyle. "I am relived as well.", he said. "Perhaps more then there is words to describe."
Curling his thick tail around the both of them, Dak leaned against Mist ever so slightly and place his muzzle close to her ear. He could feel the warmth of her, radiating off in waves, filling his own body with the comfort of her closeness. "My dear...", he whispered quietly, not wanting to spoil the moment, even with the words that must be said. "There is another topic we must discuss. You are healed now, or at least close enough to it. And I...", the male trailed off, his eyes shifting the direction that would soon be his chosen path. "I must see to Dane.", he finally finished. "Though I no longer ache to be on a such a journey...it is no longer my soul purpose. But...first, and I know it sounds foolish, I wish to hear you promise something for me." Dakota's face grew slightly pained at that moment, for once again he was remembering the uncertainty with which surrounding his friend's future. "I am no longer confident that I can get Dane to return from the swamps.", he said. "And I do not know that I will handle that fact well when the day comes...so I wish only for you to promise me one thing. That you alone might come to me on the night of my return. That we can be together, just as we are now...for I fear what my state of mind will be like. I trust only you, my love, to help if such a fate it to befall he and I. Can you promise me that? Please?"
In the back of his mind, Dak knew such a request was unnecessary. He knew the fae would help him, would come to him when he needed it. Still, it would feel good to hear the words. It would aid his confidence, knowing that she really would be there waiting. "And after this...", he added, turning to face the fae. "We need not linger on the subject. Today and a joyous night...and I do not wish that feeling to be robbed from us by ill thoughts. Tonight should be just you and I." The corners of his mouth rose into a lopsided smile as Dak resumed his place against the fae. "It's the start of something special, Mist. A new day for you and I..."
[Little bit scattered, sorry Mist! Let me know if you need something to be explained better]
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Post by Mist on Nov 7, 2008 19:41:31 GMT -5
A shiver of... mixed emotions runs down Mist's spine, and she smiles as she looks at the handsome mann beside her. Truly, if she hadn't spoken, she might never have known what it was like to love him and to know that he loves her in return. From the first moment they met they have respected each other, but it wasn't apparent to them that that respect and friendship would so easily turn into so much more. Feeling Dak's tail curl around her, she leans close to him for a moment before looking into his concerned eyes as she hears the same tone in his words. This is a subject she has long wondered about. It was inevitable that he would leave, but she didn't know when. He promised her that he would wait until she was healed, and as always, he kept his promise. Though she feels a pang in her heart at the thought of being separated from him for an extended period, she knows the great virtue of true friendship, and also that he must try to help his friend. Nodding, she sighs deeply and lowers her eyes to lean against him again. She stays silent until he finishes his words and then nods gently, not missing the pained look on his face. "I expected those words. It was the only reason I wished my healing would take longer. The thought of you not here by my side isn't pleasant, but I know what kind of a mann you are, and that you must be true to yourself and to your friendship. I wouldn't have you any other way, and though I will miss you, it is something I most respect and admire about you. If only Dane knew what a true friend you are to him, he could not help but return into the sunlight with you. Oh my love..." This last she breathes softly, before looking back up at him. "I promise that I will come to you, alone, on the day you return to me. You must... the one thing you must promise me in turn, is that you will return, safely..."
Knowing he will indeed promise this and do his utmost best to hold true to that promise, she is satisfied. His words are true, and she nods, completely agreeing. This is the day they pledged their love to each other and found out that they both love each other. There is nothing that could truly damage the happiness in Mist's heart. The concern in her eyes is replaced by a glowing happiness, and the Drappa who is for now simply a fae, feels a playful feeling bubbling up inside of her. Starting her tail swishing behind her she stands up and starts slowly circling the ebon mann, her tail swishing in front of his nose once when she passes in front of him. Hmm, yes, this is a joyful night. Lets... play, shall we?" She says coyly, almost... purring, if a varg could purr.
Striding smoothly away from him for a few steps she pauses and turns to look at him, before swiftly dashing back to him, meaning to playfully knock him over as soon as she reaches him. In truth she wouldn't even mind if they tumbled into the stream, considering it's right behind the two of them. A musical laugh forces itself out of her maw, and she can't help but feel so light and free. Being here with her love is like ecstasy, and she will never take it for granted. There are times when the duties of being Drappa lie heavy on her, but now she will simply have to think of him or see him, and they will be as notes of music on the wind.
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Nov 25, 2008 23:19:31 GMT -5
[God-moding approved]
Dakota flashed a quick but vibrant smile as Mist spoke her words. It was an added benefit for him, to hear the responses she often offered. This obviously wasn't the first time Dak had exposed his concerns to the fae, and little by little he had found that in doing so, a portion of that concern could be flushed away. For not only did it give him a chance to voice such hidden emotions, but the fae's words of support were something he had yet to find anywhere else. He often felt proud next to her, back straight as the light of her praise washed down on him. He had always been prideful, full of his own self esteem but with Mist the feeling was not a reflection of his own emotion but rather the worth that she put on him. After all, the respect and admiration of another was something that had long been missing from the male's early life. Here, as in many other ways, the fae filled a void in his existence. Yet it was also this feeling and understanding that now threatened to hold Dakota back. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been conflicted between two separate paths. He'd always been so sure, so convinced that regardless of where he walk, that was where he was supposed to be. But now, with Mist? Now Dak felt his heart pulled between staying with this new life and taking a chance on something that was less then a sure thing, both paths presented desirable outcomes but then could not be traveled together. He would have to abandon one, even if only for a moment, to pursue the other.
"Alright...", he whispered as Mist finished. "I can promise you that." Whether or not such a thing even could be promised was irrelevant, the male would do his best. He would return to this feeling, this new life, if it took every last bit of effort that he possessed. Though the conflict still bubbled in his mind and likely would remain there, Dak felt better knowing that his companion understood. That she would be here waiting for him, should he come with success or failure. As their words echoed softly in the trees, Dak watched the light grow in his mate's eyes. Her face lit with sly happiness and he felt his own features chance, his maw curling up in an equal devilish grin. "Mm..", he growled from his throat, green eyes dancing as he watched Mist circle him "And what play might you have had in mind?"
Dak rose to his feet as the fae moved away from him, her tail swishing playfully behind. Her pace broke into a run as she doubled back toward him and he lowered his head, ready to meet her charge. The fae's momentum and weight crashed against him as Dak released all tension from his body, allowing the two of them to spin and tumble across the rocky shore. Soon, his own deep laughter was echoing her own and all doubts and rain clouds were gone from the male's mind. He was focused only on the moment and of what he was feeling now. When at last they had come to a stop, Dakota found himself standing above the silver fae, his dark legs planted on either side of her. "Tsk tsk, my dear.", he whispered, pausing for a moment to press his face against hers, muzzle once again close to her ear. "Didn't they ever tell you not to mess with those bigger then you are?"
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Post by Mist on Dec 3, 2008 21:33:25 GMT -5
“The sky grows dark,
our love grows bright,
and I am yours here on this night.”*
Mist feels that she has grown so close to Dakota in the past months that she almost doesn’t need to speak, for even without words he will understand her and answer her in his turn. They depend on words though, so she speaks, and nothing is lost, for the understanding and feelings between them are still there. A promise for a promise – that is how it is and how it should be with them. The promise she asks him to give is so heart-felt as to fill her entire being. She has already lost one beloved one… she would perhaps not be able to go on if she now lost Dakota. Every day he is gone from her she will surely pray to the gods and the fates to be kind, and to return him to her safely. For now, his word is enough. Even though it is not something one can truly promise with any certainty, she knows he will do his utmost best to keep his word. His brilliant smile is mirrored in hers as she takes it and is content. She understands his duty to his friend and will not keep him from it. It was his path long before his crossed hers, and she would only be betraying him in a way by keeping him so close to her as to take him away from the world. Truly, the world would lose something precious and she would lose part of herself in that selfish possession. It is not her way, and she would wish everyone to know the love she has felt with and from him.
A moment later her heart feels light with the buoyancy of a optimistic heart. She will hope for the best and do everything possible to obtain it. With this change of heart comes a change of attitude as she suddenly feels playful as well as lighthearted. It makes her almost giddy to see a similar expression on Dak’s face and she tosses her head before replying – both with words and actions. “Hmm… what kind of play?” She asks softly before leaping towards him. Laughter bubbles from her throat as she lands and the two of them tumble backwards over the rocky bank. She feels full of energy and happiness – as if nothing could go wrong right now. It is their time – this day is theirs, and there is nothing that could change that. Finding herself looking up at Dakota standing over her as they come to a stop, Mist tilts her head and meets his eyes, a still coy smile on her face. “Oh, but I like playing with some who are bigger than I. It makes it all the more… challenging. What do you say?” Her voice is low, like a purr, and she laughs once more, unable to keep her feelings to herself. Reaching up she opens her maw and gently, playfully nips his muzzle, her left forepaw resting on his chest, the silver scars shimmering in the fading red of the sunset.
((Tell me if you want me to add more or change anything. ^_^ Sorry it's so short!)) * The Pirate Queen |
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Post by Dakota Spirit on Dec 15, 2008 23:01:10 GMT -5
This is the way
That I say I need you
Dakota felt fully at peace upon the small river bank. All worries seemed to have drifted from his mind, becoming easily replaced by feelings of happiness and security. Dak knew this was something that Mist could for him. That she alone had the ability to strip away his stress for favor of more enjoyable emotions. And he was grateful for that, knowing the effect that such a gift had already had on his life. The male's dark lips twitched up into a smile as he looked down at Mist's bright face. Her words brought laughter to his throat as Dak shifted through the memories of their first meetings. The easily formed trust and then the unsure feelings he'd felt, not quite knowing how close he should grow to the fae and whether or not she would ever return such a favor. His mind had spun for days, thoughts churning over the possible roads for him to take. Then her accident, and all the pain after. His own heart clenching at the sight of her tired body. The fae had turned his world upside down. All of these images flooded his mind as Dak watched her. "I must like a challenge.", he murmured quietly in response. "For that is all you've ever been...challanging every aspect of my life. Though.." The male's face creased in a falsely thoughtful expression as his smile broadened. "Some would say the reward was well worth all that strife"
Dak's eyes fluttered shut as Mist leaned up to him, making playful contact. He sighed gently, enjoying the feel of her skin against his. As the weight her paw fall against his chest, the male turned his whole head skyward and made a show of displaying his pleasure. Dak's lungs expanded full capacity as he breathed in deep, inhaling her scent. His grin turned further upward and body trembled softly, as if the fae's simple touch was enough to overload all of his senses. "I heard a story once.", Dak said softly, turning his head back to Mist's gaze. "It told of hearts bonding. That when two truly came together, it was a rare and special thing. That their souls became forever intertwined, never to be parted...regaurdless of the offending force. It said that this was because a part of each soul broke off to trade places with the other, so that each partner carried a piece of their beloved with them. That should one partner die the bond would continue due to this trade, that the other would simply live on in spirit and that finally when both sides had left the living world they would be reunited in the red meadow...together for eternity."
The male paused for a moment, his emerald eyes traveling over the entire surface of Mist's silver face. He smiled gently at her, his voice whisper quite. "My mother told me that story when I was very young. I was so...easily captivated at that age. I remember looking up at her and asking How can you tell? How do you know when you've got the right partner? and there was such passion in her eyes when she answered, as if she were passing on some great secret. She said you can see it in them, that when you look into their eyes you see yourself reflected...not as you are, but as you could be. That your true soul mate will see all possibilities and hopes in your life and that you will appear that way to them, as someone who will continue to grow and better themselves. I could see that light in my mother's eyes, when she looked at me or my siblings or my father. She loved us all and I knew the story must be true." Dak paused again, this time leaning forward so the two wolves almost touched. His pink tongue passed quickly across Mist's muzzle, softly smoothing her fur.
"It was right around then that I lost my family and was forced into the life of a kerl. I hung around the area for quite some time, waiting to feel my mother. To have some sign of that link she had filled my head with, but I felt nothing and I tried so hard to understand. I had seen it in her after all, the love she held...I didn't understand why I could no longer feel that connection." Dakota knew these probably seemed like strange words to be speaking on such a joyous day but their was a point he wanted to share with the fae. Something important that she needed to be aware of. When at last he continued, Dak's voice had evolved into something else. It's deep tones were soft and gentle toward the fae but the underlying message was rock solid and sure, leaving no doubt that the Mann believed wholly in what he was saying. "I thought it was a myth.", he rumbled quietly. "A story parents told their cubs at bedtime. But...I can see now I was mistaken." It was then that Dakota allowed himself to push his face down close to Mist, pressing close against her neck. His muzzle angled toward her pricked ears, seeming to allow the warm words to flow straight from his mouth to her and her alone. "We were all but strangers when you came to me. Bearing your own heartache you still found the time to listen to my own, to give me what others had failed to offer in the past. And you said you had faith. Faith in me, in my ambitions. Again I found myself struggling for understanding...some explanation as to how you could offer so much support to someone you barely knew. Well, I think I have it now. I see that my mother's story was not a myth...for I see myself in your eyes, as I truly wish to be. I can feel your faith and belief swelling in my heart and I know that this is the last time I will ever question love." Dakota moved back so he could look Mist in the eye, taking in her soft golden gaze. "You truly are my spirit's partner", he whispered quietly. "And there's not anything that can ever take that away."
At last, Dakota shifted his position so that he was no longer standing over the fae. He moved several paces off, his green eyes shining brightly in the coming darkness. "Would you come to me? Would you make our hearts one?", he asked, waiting for the fae to walk to his side. The sun was fading fast and Dak could feel the day at last coming to it's close. It seemed only the beginning though, the climax for the new mates. The male's white teeth glimmered as he offered a sly smile to the fae, his whole body awake with anticipation.
This is the way
That I say I'm yours
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Post by Mist on Dec 18, 2008 23:36:47 GMT -5
As Dak ponders their first meeting, Mist briefly thinks on her life and how it has changed since she has known the ebon mann. When he was first in the Deor pack he was a stranger - much younger and less wise. She barely knew him then, apart from knowing him by sight and scent. It is not as if they ever spoke beyond a greeting at pack gatherings or anything... Their lives would very possibly have been drastically different if they had known each other then - but then again, perhaps they would have never grown close. Perhaps it was necessary for them to both be older and somewhat burdened. What it was that brought them together that first day they really got to know each other, Mist will never know. There is no obvious explanation why they trusted each other so readily - and let their feelings and burdens rest in the telling of them. But whatever it is, the Drappa will always be grateful, and cannot help but think how fortuitous that meeting was. The thought of not knowing Dak is so foreign to her now - it is like life before the sun... like her eyes had not been fully opened until she realized that she loved him. That day was one that changed her life forever - he agreed to come back to Deor with her, and things have certainly unfolded from there. That day was one she will never forget - but this day... it will truly change her life, and will truly be unforgettable. She smiles at his words, the emotions in her eyes showing both continued playfulness as well a soft love for him. "Isn't that what mates and loved ones are for, though? To challenge you to be better?" Golden eyes glinting now, she gently caresses his cheek with her tongue. "Indeed I hope you agree with that. For me, the reward is certainly enough to make any "strife" seem completely insignificant."
With her paw against his chest, Mist can feel Dak's heart beating and the gentle movement as he breathes. She feels as if her heart is beating in sync with his - as if their hearts have known for longer than they that they were meant for each other. The two of them are close together, and his pleased shiver flows into her body as she closes her eyes, feeling him close to her and knowing this is what was meant for them. His whispered words make her prick her ears, but for a few moments she keeps her eyes closed, enjoying the his soft voice and the story he is telling. She breathes out softly, her breath warm on his neck, and opens her eyes to meet his. It seems no words she could say would adequately express her feelings, so she is pleased when he speaks again. She smiles at the thought of a very young Dakota with his mother - asking about love. Indeed, it is hard for someone to understand what love is like if they have not experienced it themselves. Throughout time love has been a mystery, and that will never change. Dakota's mother was wise, and understood more about love than many ever do. Breathing a deep breath Mist thinks of how true it is. To be so in love is to realize your love's flaws, but to look past them and to understand how insignificant they are when they try to better themselves. For one you love, the greatest gift they can give you is love in return and to strive to better themselves. "Your mother was wise, my love... That is a beautiful story, made all the more wonderful because yes, it is true."
Leaning in close to Dak as he smooths her fur with his tongue, Mist listens to his further words with empathy for him striking her heart. She stays quiet, letting him continue. She didn't have quite the same experience in losing her family, but it seemed they were all a happy family and then she was left alone. Of her family, she was closest to her brother Dias. He was only a little younger than she, and they were always together as cubs. She often thought of him in those months after he left, and wondered if she would ever see him again in this life - and if he was dead, if she would know somehow, or be able to feel his presence...
Falling in love makes one realize many things, but it also brings many questions to mind. One thing that is realized, is the truth of how strong and deep love can be. In his words Dak tells her of his realization. Still she doesn't speak, but nods softly, as if to say she will always have faith in him, even if there are times he cannot have it for himself. Their meeting in the first place must have been fate - for how else would they have met and become more than acquaintances?
As he moves away she lets her paw stray off his chest, and she meets his gaze. Smiling in reply, she gently follows his example and gets to her paws. This night is for them, and the now-sleeping sun has left them in the care of the ever-gentle moon. Leaning close to him she rests her head for a moment on his shoulder, before turning her gaze back to meet his. "This night is ours, and I feel we have been blessed... I am yours, tonight and forever..." Her voice is soft, but also filled with a longing for him. She turns toward the forest and walks by his side into the darkness, knowing that only the moon will look down on them tonight as they join their love and intertwine their souls for all eternity.
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