Voids that I can't bare

[Magick]

Leaves and twigs stroked at the fur of the shadow rushing across the plains, whispering words to the shadow, but not the words that it wanted to hear- for nature spoke naught about the most important things to the pale shadow- it's sisters.

The shadow, if it could be called such a thing, ceased in it's run, a pink snake emerging from it's mouth as it tried to take oxygen to it's oxygen-starved brain, heavy breaths falling from it's pale mouth. It could no longer be described as a shadow for, now it had stopped running, one could easily see what it looked like- light brown body, a strange, green tip to it's thick, bushy tail, bright, yet soft, green eyes, a slender, lithe frame- it was apparant that the shadow was not a shadow- but a wolf.

Rip-tipped ears flicked back reflexively as the wolf, a female, turned her green gaze left, then right- searching for any danger- for she couldn't hear, yet she could see, and smell, better than most because of being deaf. Sensing no danger around, at the moment, she relaxed physically, but, inside, her guards were still up- to block out the pain caused by her sisters. Or, more correctly, the loss of- she hadn't seen them in weeks.

At the thought of her sisters, the female's tail shot to a hiding place between now-trembling legs, as she slowly made her way towards the scent of water- the Pewter Creek, if she remembered rightly. She'd been here several times, with each time resulting in different things to the others, yet had never once seen nor scented any of her missing two sisters- and, she had to admit, she was more than just a little worried about them.

A howl rushed up from her lips, bursting from within her throat and spiralling towards the sky. She heard naught, as usual, but, for once, this thought dampened her spirits, and she silently continued over to the Pewter Creek, flopping down in a heap beside the waters, flicking a paw through the water.

She missed her sisters more than she could bare- not being around them created a void inside her, a void she had no idea how to fill, with any other method than finding her sisters- Skye, and Tosca.

Closing her eyes, as if such a motion would close away the pain, the hurt, too, she sighed again, flicking a paw into the silent, rippling waters beside her, before she retracted the paw back to her chest, head flopping down onto her paws, wishing that she could just block out the pain- pain caused by the loss of her sisters, of whom she didn't know, if they were dead or alive.

[Blue Moon]

<sup>The night. That bliss it set upon the word, shrouding it in delicate silence as well as darkness. The stars wavered carelessly across a sheet of navy, this as lonely clouds danced pleasantly around. It was indeed a glorious night, not one to be missed out on by foolish thoughts. He glided silently through the shadows, blue tinged paws hitting the ground silently, barely sending any more than a vibration across the earth.

His eyes met with scaled a rise in the terrain, a hill, soon shooting forward towards it’s rounded summit. Tendons rubbed and stretched, fore-legs extended outward before pulled back in, then repeated again in a grotesque dance, though hard to tear eyes away from. Bottle brush tail streaming out from behind, anything but still as they were thrown about by the back of delicate hind quarters.

Halting at the bottom, a large jaw parted, tongue lay limp over stained canine teeth, body heaving with each inhale. A sliver of a smile nipped softly upon his lips as the sound of running water came into his ears. The gentle sway of the waves, ringing through his sensitive audials.

He slowed his pace, blue eyes closing slowly. He had not noticed the one upon the other side of the lake yet he sensed another living soul near by. He didn't bother about it, if there was a battle needed he would give one yet it smelt like female anyways.

Pushing back lightly on his hind legs he slid gracefully into the water, a shudder curving through him at the iced touch that ran through him. Laughing lightly he kicked his legs in fluid motion pushing himself lightly around before he made towards the other side.

The Moon cast its soft gaze over his strong back, illuminating the already enchanting glow upon him. The tinges of blue where magnified just a little, making him look a darker blue colour. His aquamarine eyes fluttered up, as he came to the shore.

Putting two paws firmly on the bank he pulled himself out, this just to allow his wet body to brush on the side of a female. He blinked lightly and took a step to the side, turning his head a fraction to lock orbs with her. Already seeing she was deaf.

"Hello."</sup>

[Magick]

The sensation of wet fur brushing against her own, dry fur, sent alarm bells ringing through Azura's head, whom had started to fall asleep, and whom hadn't scented the male because of that.

The ringing alarm bells were shortly followed by Azura leaping to her paws, hackles rising quickly, before she relaxed, seeing the male's lips form a, friendly enough, 'hello'. She nodded back in response, not really in the mood for mindless chattering, before sighing and quickly shaking, sending the few water droplets that had settled in her fur across the ground in a rainbow-esque arc.

Deciding that she could make allowances for company, if only for this grand night, she gave a flick of her tail, hackles lowering again, before she sat back on her haunches, green-tipped tail curling around her paws, green-eyed gaze upon the male in front of her.

"Hey."

Short, simple, and direct- that was what Azura's words usually were. She didn't waste time with idle speech of all kinds- because it bored to her to an almost-unbelieveable point; watching the lips of whoever was in her company shape into pointless words- words that she couldn't hear.

Because she was deaf, Azura's voice was, naturally, louder than that of a normal wolf- her voice magnified because she didn't know the volume at which she spoke. Tonight was no exception- her loud, clear voice rang out into the night, though her voice was no where near as soft and silky as Tosca's- for Azura, as she didn't know the volume of her words, had a slight roughness to her voice that was caused by the loudness that she naturally had.

Tosca. She'd done it again- accidentally brought one of her sisters to mind. Tosca, the blind she-wolf of the Senses Trinity, was also the most carefree, and optimistic, of the three. Skye, the mute female, was the most nervous and hardest to talk to- and not just because she couldn't speak, or even make any sound with her voice; her voice-box was either non-existant, or just damaged beyond repair- a damage that had to have occured whilst she was in their mother's womb. Tosca's eyes had never seen the wonders of the world, yet she dealt with that easily enough- and she was also the wolf who could 'see' auras the best.

'Seeing' auras required no sight, as Tosca was living prove of, but rather, required an intense amount of imagination, and, of course, power. Not power as in the physical, mental, or emotional power- but power as in a supernatural power; a power that all three sisters shared, yet Tosca had the most of. Even Skye had more of the power than Azura- who only ever saw auras if the wolf in question was a total demon, or a total angel- literally.

Looking at the male in front of her now, Azura saw no aura, good or otherwise, but this did not worry her; her sisters, too, had no aura in her eyes, nor did she in theirs- they weren't the most angelic of wolves, but, nor were they demons. However, she couldn't rely purely on this fact to trust the male- trust had to be earned, after all.

"Might I ask your name, sir?"

[Magick]

OoC- Azura is now withdrawn. x: