Calling Your Name (p)

[Nadjia]

bright glare from the afternoon sun was just beginning to poke out from behind the heavy gray streaked clouds. The weather was changing but still spring and winter battled each other for ownership, leaving the earth in a state of confusion. Thundering clouds were frequent and either spilt rain, snow or a mixture of both as temperatures grew unsteady. Hopefully the glowing rays of warmth now filtering hell wards would melt the new freshly frozen layer of icy snow, before the angry clouds took over the skies once more. The day would remain calm, the sun warning the hides of all that were living, only a few breaths of icy wind would whip in vengeance to remind that winter was still sovereign.

A contented sigh lit gently off the darkly painted lips of a she-wolf, as she paused in passing to take in all that was around her. It had been awhile since she had been back to these lands. Human hands and hearts had called her away. Not that this place ever had much to offer, cruelty and hate were more abundant then kindness. A fleeting hope lingered that her adopted mother would still be here, the only one that gave her the closeness she craved. A pain of regret pierced her soul as the thought of leaving the people she had homed with. Humans offered her kindness but could never fill the void which a true pack or family could fill.

A slight flick of her dark tipped ear hinted at the turmoil which bubbled up inside of her. She hadn’t come here to dwell, things were fresh and new. Arriving with the seasons, she had hoped to get there when spring had sprung but the weather had a mind of its own and had put a cold kink in her plan.
A sudden raucous calling caught the attention of her miss matched eyes as the slender dame turned her head, the dark fur of her nape rustling as she looked towards the noise. It seemed that the trees which surrounded her had protected quite the family of crows, whom now deemed in time to roll call. Their high pitched caws seemed to suddenly throw life back into the land as other much more musical notes began to chime in the air, as other birds which stayed the winter let out their song.

The varg closed her eyes in peace, letting the song of the wild thrill her mind and ease her tensions. This was harmony and the essence of the forest was tuned just right…
A sudden icy wind broke the calm forcing its way through the thin branches cracking them in its frigid wake. The ends of the scarlet silk which wound around the wolf’s forehead suddenly thrashed up, wildly lashing about like wild snakes. Eyes whipped open in alarm as an eerie silence suddenly seemed to fall as the angry current of wind faded away. This was not harmony.

The crows began their calls once more, but this time more forceful and urgent, their voices drowning out any other noise. Something new was on the air but she could not catch it, she was to busy listening to the screams of the black birds as their voices took on different tones.
Many didn’t take the time to truly listen to what was around them, not just hear things moving but hear past that. Nadjia had a talent for hearing the truth in the world and for her patience and virtue she was rewarded with omens or a hint of what might be to come. All it took was to open up in this world so full of blindness.
Long ears were pressed firmly against the ruby fabric of her scarf as she concentrated on the voices of the crows. Their Krees, Croaks and Craws slowly forming into something which was more then just a call….
….Kreeecraw….Kreeeah…..Kraaha…. Iah?
The word was whispered out loud, her soft feminine tone reviling her confusion. Puzzlement was clearly evident on her striking features as her mind grappled with the word…or a name? What did it mean, what was its purpose?
As her mind raced for an answer she failed to pay attention to the calls which grew louder and louder, masking the sound of crunching leaves and snapping branches. All too late did her ear swivel back to catch the noise, to slow to see the figure coming from behind.

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[i a h]

Demon's name and pejorative words rested on Iah's palate, the unspoken waiting to be heard. Months ago, their paths had converged and departed in a belligerent encounter, but he still thought of the older femme often. He shook the syllables off of his tongue. No. No. No.

A cacophony rose from the trees, a murder of crows disbanding. Iah's face turned back towards the folding birds, their dark outlines scattering from behind him. He turned his thoughts to the weather. The clouds above him were sketchy and rancorous (though receding), so he resumed walking. A speckling of gold on his hide glittered in the afternoon sun.

Iah.

His name mingled with the crows' cawing, and he stopped, puzzled, since the sound had not come from above, but in front of him. It had startled him, and he became embarrassed of his quickened pulse. More aware of his surroundings now, he noticed, at last, the scent of a nearby she wolf. But it wasn't the somewhat familiar musk of Demon but someone unknown that seemed to know him or at least his name.

Willing himself to pad forward towards her, his long, slender auds tipped back with caution. “Do I know you?” and his voice was too quite to be shaky.


//sorry for the delay D://

[Nadjia]

[H]is voice reached her before she seen him. The tenor tones rolling goose bumps beneath her silken hide as she turned round to view the stranger. She was startled by what she saw, momentarily loosing herself in the depth of his coat and eyes, the golden spots on his fur reacting like sunbeams through a dark forest. His image seemed shaky as she felt numbness seep into her painted toes. His eyes… even darker then his pelt, darker than any obsidian feather shed from crows whom eyes matched his. Who was he? A corvid in wolfs clothing? Jaws parted to ease out her own whispered breath, “Nu” She uttered her retort in romanian unable to take her mismatched eyes from the dimness of the visitors eyes. She felt compelled by their intensity briefly wondering if the eyes represented one’s soul, then what did this varg’s eye show of him?

A single feather made the dame avert her gaze, watching it drift with ease down from the tree tops. Briefly she glanced up wondering where it came from, now that the mob of crows had disbanded in a flurry of wings and screams. Lingering smugly on a branch above them sat a raven, its glossy beak clacking as it gazed down with knowing eyes, its head feathers ruffled in some unknown delight. Was it he who arose his lesser brethren into such a frenzy?

The she wolf looked back, her own blue eyes like the sun and sky taking in the stranger’s feathers once more… Was he just an illusion? No he was a wolf. He smelt of earth and forests and his soft voice still lingered in her ears. Without thinking or asking she glided forward, the gold metal on her collar jingling gently as she moved. In reverence she let her muzzle glide against his cheek, the warmth of his skin and beating pulse confirming his state of being. He was no ghost, no spirit… but of flesh and blood like she.

Nadjia stepped back, her fur ruffling softly as a warmer softer wind blew by. Her eyes had settled down in intensity as she dipped her nose in a silent acknowledgment. “I’m Nadjia”

[/b]She didn’t need to read minds to see the questions lingering in his own eyes, She wouldn’t be able to answer them even if he asked. A perplexed expression formed on her slender features as a strange question popped into her head, flowing out onto her lips before she could think it over. “What’s your real name?” [/b]She didn’t know why she asked it, it was illogical question by all means…Yet somehow it came to mind and she didn’t revoke the words but waited for an answer. [/color][/blockquote]

[i a h]

Eyes were like a pair of teardrops. Not twins but sisters of firmament and sunshine. Artemis and Apollo. They winked away from him, though the stare lingered on his body coldly. He heard the girl whisper something, but he was a little less than curious. Instead he found himself interested in not only her human accessories but more her fantastical patterns of what he imagined to be blue-blood genetics. They seemed familiar. The constellations across her form sang blurry memories in him like a voice in a choir.

He didn't expect her velvet maw to slip against his face, the cosmic swirls on her cheeks meshing on his, and his eyes widened briefly at the gesture, though perhaps it was in her custom. There was a lyrical jingling, like bells if had known what bells were, as she moved. Monday smiled pleasantly. How girlish and morbid – chiming like a young necromancer summoning the dead with a daisy chain an aslant crown on her hair. The noise was sharp and lucid as her eyes.

Monday's brow cocked. He fruitlessly tried to extract a personality physiognomically, but her features only gave way to further mystery. Heterochromia and the war paint of a distant land, a far past.

“If you know what people call me and that that name really isn't my own, why don't you know my real name?” and he smirked a toothpaste smirk despite the uncomfortability he felt. She was making headway in reducing him to his uninteresting truth. But what about hers? He was much more interested in her story. To walk through her was to wander the empty halls of a museum, saintly and screaming at the artifacts of a dead and lost world. She looked like a relic of a mystical past. “Nadjia. You know, you seem really familiar.. but I guess that I really don't know you.”