Post by Ceuseri on Aug 10, 2006 13:13:09 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]What's left of these broken things ... former lovers[/glow]
Name: Cancer
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years old
Species: Grey wolf
[glow=pink,2,300]Because I will be your safety[/glow]
Cancer is a beautiful she wolf with rusted red fur, as though it was made for the autumn. She is slim and slender, but not at all thin, in fact, she is quite healthy. Her icy blue eyes are rather surprising as a wolf usually cannot have blue eyes unless said wolf is blind, but Cancer's vision is sharp and pure, something she is extremely grateful for. Her legs are long and pretty, and her ears are a little longer than normal aswell, making her look alert and active, which is exactly what she is. Her tail hangs casually behind her, the fur brushing the ground gently, and she has a ruff of fur around her neck which is slightly longer than the rest of her pelt, and she is rather proud of this feature. By way of markings, she has many. She has black socks on each of her ankles, as though she has been standing in water, as is the effect it gives. She also has a white smudge, directly above her heart, where she had once been touched by a powerful love. She has a brown line running from the very end of her spine to the tip of the tail, and she has a black slash over her left eyes, starting at the eyebrow and ending about a centimtre below her lower lid.
[glow=pink,2,300]Clouded skies all cleared away[/glow]
Name: Irony
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Species: Grey Wolf
[glow=pink,2,300]Down within some shadowy lake...[/glow]
Irony was a brute with black fur, and he was big, strong and proud, all of this showing in ever part of his body from his rippling muscles to his shining fur. He always walked with his head held high, his tail also, ears forward, eyes flashing with dignity. He was strong, swift and loyal, everything a wolf needs to be. He had no markings except a white smudge exactly like Cancer's in the same place, for the same reason ; he had once felt love. When he looked at Cancer, he would swell with feeling for her, and he was swell even more when he saw the emotion shining in her own eyes. And when they nuzzled eachother gently, a wolf's form of embracing, he;d feel giddy, as though he was flying, a dream he had every night.
[glow=pink,2,300]Giving up doesn't mean you're weak
It means you're strong enough to let go[/glow]
Two years ago, Cancer met Irony. A month later and they were in love. Their love was pure and true, and there was not one moment that their hearts didn't ache with it, beating soully for the other. They were head over heels, and nothing would split them apart.
And so, when they discovered that they had settled near a human inhabited area, they drew close to eachother for comfort, sharing eachother's warmth, feeling love pulse through one to the other as they brushed noses. They pictured an entire lifetime together, and had no idea that 6 months later, it could go so terribly wrong...
There was a bayign of hounds one night, and both wolves found themselves fleeing, their tail streaming behind them, their paws barely having time to hit the floor. They ran side by side, matching eachother's stride, silently urging the other on, so that they simply flew across the land.
The hounds, though they had no love to spur them on, had hunger, and a wild fury was stirring in their simple minds as saliva foamed at their mouths. They were bred for hunting and had escaped, the humans still not aware, for their senses were so blunt they would not had heard the world collapse.
The dogs were closing the distance between them and the two wolves fast, and both felt hopelessness come over them as they realised that they were already beginning to tire and were slowing down.
Their horror turned to a glimmer of hope as they came to a river, by which a waterfall tumbled into a deep pool. Beyong the pulsing sheet of water was a cave...but it was small, barely big enough to take one wolf.
Irony had nudged Cancer inside, growling a farewell as he prepared to flee again and lure the dogs away.
"They can't smell you over the falls, Cancer." He had called, his voice cracking as his heart did. "You're safe."
"Don't leave me!" Cancer had sobbed in return, her heart aching.
On that spot, there and then, Irony had hurriedly made an oath to Cancer that he would come back for her, that he would find her again, no matter what, and if he didn't, he'd search until he came to the end of the world and fell off the other side, for they believed the world to be flat.
And without a glance back, he had turned tail and run, able to go faster now that he didn't have to match his pace to Cancer's. But exhaustion was playing it's part, and just as Irony began to doubt that he could take another step, a wolf who had been hiding and lost it's nerve bolted across the path of the dogs, and the hounds had veered after it.
Only the screams of the wolf and the sound of dogs tearing at his living flesh drove Irony to run on for four days straight, unable to shake the horrible sounds from his head at all.
On the fourth day of fleeing, he had collapsed, and was unconscious for 3 days in wat seemed to be an enchanted sleep.
One the second day of the week after which Irony had left Cancer, she had emerged from the waterfall and followed the scent of the hounds, for Irony's had been suffocated within theirs.
When she came across the fleshy mass that was the wolf who had bolted, she saw only black fur, and she saw her dead mate. Lifting her maw, she howled, sobbing as she did so, until the night fell, and with one last look at the wolf she thought had been her love, she left without a word.
When Irony came round, he returned to the waterfall and found his mate gone. Distraught, he searched and searched, bound by his oath, and if he stopped looking for just a moment, his paw pads would split and pour blood, as they had when he had been fleeing the dogs.
This meant that for about a year, he has not slept, he has not eaten and he has not drank. Of course, he should have died, but his oath had not allowed that, and so he became a sort of demon, forever searching for his lost love, a ghost apon the world of the living.
Now, he's so thin his bones have started to stab through his skin, though he feels no pain, his eyes were white and death kissed, and his fur is falling out in clumps. His paws are bloodstained, and his breathing is laboured, as his lungs have long since rotted and he doesn't take in air at all, but breathes out of habit from his previous life.
One mourning, one searching. Is there any hope at all?
Name: Cancer
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years old
Species: Grey wolf
[glow=pink,2,300]Because I will be your safety[/glow]
Cancer is a beautiful she wolf with rusted red fur, as though it was made for the autumn. She is slim and slender, but not at all thin, in fact, she is quite healthy. Her icy blue eyes are rather surprising as a wolf usually cannot have blue eyes unless said wolf is blind, but Cancer's vision is sharp and pure, something she is extremely grateful for. Her legs are long and pretty, and her ears are a little longer than normal aswell, making her look alert and active, which is exactly what she is. Her tail hangs casually behind her, the fur brushing the ground gently, and she has a ruff of fur around her neck which is slightly longer than the rest of her pelt, and she is rather proud of this feature. By way of markings, she has many. She has black socks on each of her ankles, as though she has been standing in water, as is the effect it gives. She also has a white smudge, directly above her heart, where she had once been touched by a powerful love. She has a brown line running from the very end of her spine to the tip of the tail, and she has a black slash over her left eyes, starting at the eyebrow and ending about a centimtre below her lower lid.
[glow=pink,2,300]Clouded skies all cleared away[/glow]
Name: Irony
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Species: Grey Wolf
[glow=pink,2,300]Down within some shadowy lake...[/glow]
Irony was a brute with black fur, and he was big, strong and proud, all of this showing in ever part of his body from his rippling muscles to his shining fur. He always walked with his head held high, his tail also, ears forward, eyes flashing with dignity. He was strong, swift and loyal, everything a wolf needs to be. He had no markings except a white smudge exactly like Cancer's in the same place, for the same reason ; he had once felt love. When he looked at Cancer, he would swell with feeling for her, and he was swell even more when he saw the emotion shining in her own eyes. And when they nuzzled eachother gently, a wolf's form of embracing, he;d feel giddy, as though he was flying, a dream he had every night.
[glow=pink,2,300]Giving up doesn't mean you're weak
It means you're strong enough to let go[/glow]
Two years ago, Cancer met Irony. A month later and they were in love. Their love was pure and true, and there was not one moment that their hearts didn't ache with it, beating soully for the other. They were head over heels, and nothing would split them apart.
And so, when they discovered that they had settled near a human inhabited area, they drew close to eachother for comfort, sharing eachother's warmth, feeling love pulse through one to the other as they brushed noses. They pictured an entire lifetime together, and had no idea that 6 months later, it could go so terribly wrong...
There was a bayign of hounds one night, and both wolves found themselves fleeing, their tail streaming behind them, their paws barely having time to hit the floor. They ran side by side, matching eachother's stride, silently urging the other on, so that they simply flew across the land.
The hounds, though they had no love to spur them on, had hunger, and a wild fury was stirring in their simple minds as saliva foamed at their mouths. They were bred for hunting and had escaped, the humans still not aware, for their senses were so blunt they would not had heard the world collapse.
The dogs were closing the distance between them and the two wolves fast, and both felt hopelessness come over them as they realised that they were already beginning to tire and were slowing down.
Their horror turned to a glimmer of hope as they came to a river, by which a waterfall tumbled into a deep pool. Beyong the pulsing sheet of water was a cave...but it was small, barely big enough to take one wolf.
Irony had nudged Cancer inside, growling a farewell as he prepared to flee again and lure the dogs away.
"They can't smell you over the falls, Cancer." He had called, his voice cracking as his heart did. "You're safe."
"Don't leave me!" Cancer had sobbed in return, her heart aching.
On that spot, there and then, Irony had hurriedly made an oath to Cancer that he would come back for her, that he would find her again, no matter what, and if he didn't, he'd search until he came to the end of the world and fell off the other side, for they believed the world to be flat.
And without a glance back, he had turned tail and run, able to go faster now that he didn't have to match his pace to Cancer's. But exhaustion was playing it's part, and just as Irony began to doubt that he could take another step, a wolf who had been hiding and lost it's nerve bolted across the path of the dogs, and the hounds had veered after it.
Only the screams of the wolf and the sound of dogs tearing at his living flesh drove Irony to run on for four days straight, unable to shake the horrible sounds from his head at all.
On the fourth day of fleeing, he had collapsed, and was unconscious for 3 days in wat seemed to be an enchanted sleep.
One the second day of the week after which Irony had left Cancer, she had emerged from the waterfall and followed the scent of the hounds, for Irony's had been suffocated within theirs.
When she came across the fleshy mass that was the wolf who had bolted, she saw only black fur, and she saw her dead mate. Lifting her maw, she howled, sobbing as she did so, until the night fell, and with one last look at the wolf she thought had been her love, she left without a word.
When Irony came round, he returned to the waterfall and found his mate gone. Distraught, he searched and searched, bound by his oath, and if he stopped looking for just a moment, his paw pads would split and pour blood, as they had when he had been fleeing the dogs.
This meant that for about a year, he has not slept, he has not eaten and he has not drank. Of course, he should have died, but his oath had not allowed that, and so he became a sort of demon, forever searching for his lost love, a ghost apon the world of the living.
Now, he's so thin his bones have started to stab through his skin, though he feels no pain, his eyes were white and death kissed, and his fur is falling out in clumps. His paws are bloodstained, and his breathing is laboured, as his lungs have long since rotted and he doesn't take in air at all, but breathes out of habit from his previous life.
One mourning, one searching. Is there any hope at all?
