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Post by Linnaea on May 28, 2011 4:21:01 GMT -5
How long had it been since her paws had brought her here? It seemed like a fairy tale again, the cubs at play on an adventure, the precious gemstone found within, Deidre falls... Linnaea gazed up through her cloudy-brown eyes at the falling waters that licked upon stone, just obscuring the gaping mouth of a cave that dipped behind it.
Her fine head cocked to the right, how long indeed... she was so much older now, she felt like she must be ancient in comparison to the young cub who found a best friend - a friend that she hardly saw much. She held her gaze steady on the cascading white water for a long time before letting it fall to the pool below, her face reflected in the dark swirling liquid, rippling and wiggling like some ghost. She could see her mother in her face and body, the fine white and tawny coat she bore - only her rump and fine bushy tail bore any sign of her father's blood - the black and white dapple (as if snow had fallen on to her behind in the middle of late spring), the black bands around her legs.
Thick plumage of a tail twitched behind her. "Grell," She murmured, the name and face were stuck in her mind like glue - she'd never forget him. He was one of the few wolves that she felt truly attached to, her father of course, maybe her uncle if she met him more... maybe her mother if she was still among the living. Black tipped ears pricked up as her muzzle lifted to the sky, so strangely quiet today, not even a single birdsong. Where had everyone gone off to? Her father was absent as ever, same with most of her former pack; not that it mattered to a kerl.
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Grell
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No night is so dark, no situation so dire, that the intervention of the gods cannot make it worse.
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Post by Grell on May 28, 2011 11:25:51 GMT -5
(sorry mine's not a very good post, am rushed  ) Grell wondered, as he often did these past suns. He lay on a rocky outcrop set just a few tail-lengths into the trees, staring at the silver spray from Deirdre falls. His head was on his paws, and his fur was tousled gently by passing breezes. For many moons he'd been alone in this place, venturing into vacant pack lands and empty territories every so often. Lonely birds sang sad, mysterious songs, and the Lera rejoiced at the disappearance of his kind. The proud Varg who once ruled the land beyond the forest were seemingly reduced to one, single, lonely Kerl. 'A strange fate, that I should remain and prosper…' he half-heartedly mocked the wolf god, Fenris. Grell didn't like to think it, but as his jest went unanswered once more, he couldn't hold back the idea that maybe the gods had also disappeared long ago. Perhaps Fenris never even heard Grell speak. He sighed heavily and looked down at the lake fed by Diedre falls. His eyes shifted across the shimmering pool of water, searching the banks for the movement of the overly-confident Lera. But his passing gaze snagged on a different shape. A lupin figure, too far away to make out much detail. Grell snapped his head up and sniffed the air. A faint smell, but one he recognized. He was up in a heartbeat and hastily made his way out of the trees. When he broke the cover of the wood, he stood for a moment, stunned that she, of all the Varg, would come back to him. His best friend - perhaps his only friend. He thought she was among the first to disappear, and even in his wildest dreams, he never thought he'd see her again. She stood like some beacon of wild beauty; a better sight to behold than all the wonders he could possibly imagine. "Linnaea," he called breathlessly. His bushy tail wagged hesitantly, but happily. He began trotting toward her, his head down and ears slicked back - not necessarily as a sign of submission, but as a sign of overwhelming joy. Even if she didn't recognize him, Grell couldn't care less. Here was another wolf; and not just any wolf, but Linnaea, the one who helped him discover the secret wonders hidden behind these very falls that he now called home. That was why he stayed. |
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Post by Linnaea on May 29, 2011 3:43:38 GMT -5
//psh you also lie, it was fine~
Her ears swiveled atop her head, pricking up, tilting right, and then her head followed them to spy the figure moving down the rocks towards her. At first the features she could not make out, but his head was down and he was moving forward - her first thought was that he was afraid of her presence but moving to greet her as though she was a Drappa... she would probably be just that if she had remained in her home of Deor.
But as the tawny grey moved closer, as his golden eyes became more than just dots on an afar face... the more she recognized him, the wind wafted around her - toward him - so she had no idea of his scent, but then a single word met her receptors. "G-grell!" She stood up suddenly, and the world felt as thought it had fallen away from her feet, she wasn't sure if she was walking forward now to meet him.
Linnaea pressed her nose into his shoulder, drinking in the familiarity, drinking in the fact that she wasn't alone as a Kerl anymore. Finally there was someone to bring back the sanity - how many times had she talked to trees in hopes of them being another intelligent being? "Oh, thank gods you're not a tree." She murmured the confused sentence softly, as if testing herself. Maybe she was now have tactile hallucinations as well as just auditory.
It was funny how they kept meeting like this, three times now in this one place - she couldn't stop coming back, maybe it was the memories, maybe it was him... he was like a metronome casting a steady beat to her life - and she'd always been a few months older than he was... but he seemed taller now - more her size, though she was big for a girl, close to the size of her behemoth of a father (probably a little intimidating, but she was still somehow dainty like her mother).
"Unless you are," she added as if trying to recover from a joke, "in which case this is awkward..."
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Post by Grell on May 29, 2011 22:54:40 GMT -5
(lol you're too kind!) It was the greatest thing in the world: hearing her voice again. He'd never been so glad to have his name. Grell licked her muzzle happily the moment they met, and he brushed his cheeks into her fine, thick coat as she nosed his shoulder. His bushy tail beat the air in joyful, rhythmic arcs. How long had it been since they were only cubs exploring the silver falls? How long had it been since the adventurous drappa had convinced him to discover the cave and the beautiful gem inside? How long had it been since they last saw each other? Grell banished all the questions, all the worries, and merely existed in a state of bliss for this one moment. "Oh, thank gods you're not a tree."The dragga looked at his friend fondly, but was obviously confused by her words. "A tree?" he asked softly in bemusement. 'Fenris prefers me to have mortal flesh and blood, not protective bark and musical leaves.' Grell thought, amused, but he didn't say it aloud. He only grinned at Linnaea playfully, accepting and dismissing her statement as silliness. She was a proud she-wolf and he'd always admired her. It would be strange to think she could be worn down by the life of a Kerl, and suffer from any degree of madness. 'That is a plague the gods put on Varg like me; not adventurers like her.'"Oh very awkward," he mused, playing along, "For then I would be dreaming that I was a Varg who was reuniting with his best friend, and I don't believe trees dream." He paused thoughtfully. "No, I should be thanking the gods that this is not just one of my dreams. Or, if it is, it's a very good one." |
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Post by Linnaea on Jun 4, 2011 10:32:07 GMT -5
//i forgot to check the site sorry XD
She pulled back, sized him up. Yes, not a tree. He couldn't be, there was just no possibility in any manner, shape, or form that he could have ever been a tall, rough, bark covered plant with greenery sprouting from his head. Ah, she must sound as insane as she felt as a Kerl - making conversations with foliage and the like. But he wasn't bothered. Oh, sweet, sweet Grell was unphased by her mental slip. Maybe there was some of her uncle in her after all - more than in the brother she'd had so long ago. (Or had she not had a brother and imagined that up too? Sometimes she thought he was talking to her. Arous, was he fabricated? It had been far too long for her to know properly, if she had a brother then where was he now?)
"Oh well, I can assure you that you're not dreaming. There are very good ways to prove it." She smiled at him in return, her tail sweeping in wide arches behind her. As if to show that she had the power to see through mere inceptions she snapped her teeth at his shoulder - not harshly to draw blood, but if he was not fast enough there would be a pinch on the skin or a tug of the fur.
Wasn't it the wide viewed truth that you could not be hurt in a dream or illusion? It seemed that Linnaea had lost much of her knowledge in terms of what was proper Varg behavior and what was something that a wolf with no boundaries would do. And really she had no boundaries anymore, any form of contact was quite welcomed to her after being alone for so long - she didn't even know to look submissive to someone stronger than she.
Instead she would stand as she always had, tall, proud, without concern of pack gestures. There was no need in the wild when you were alone. "Where has everyone gone Grell?" She asked then, shortly after pulling away and taking a few steps around him - her nose raised up to scent the empty air. Where had they gone?
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