[. No need to be alone. .] [. Closed .]

[theeraven]

It was a stark silence that filled Daetien’s sensitive ears as he wandered through the stillness of the darkness on the outskirts of the capital city. Night draped all around him like a cold blanket and even brought a chill to his thick fur, passing just under the coarse guard hairs enough to cause a slight tremble to prickle down his spine. Shaking it off the large white canine continued on through the quiet of the darkness on his own, in silence, and in solitude. The scents of passing night creatures, the nocturnal ones all around him did not phase his mind as they came and went in wafting drifts. So still the surroundings were that each step was as loud as the snap of a tree branch under his paw or a brittle bone between his jaws. Again came the chill up his spine as the breeze ruffled his fur and caused a shiver to undulate from his frame once more. And it came to Daetien suddenly, an epiphany of sorts… What he would have given to have something soft and warm to curl up against and rest, in warmth and in company.

Still, it was this night that found him alone. There was no warming body beside him, no comforting words to sooth his stinging ears, no matter of reassurance in a word. There was simply no one and nothing, only the cold darkness, the echoing silence, and his thickly furred yet shivering form as he wandered through the wood. Where was he off to, wandering about in the middle of the night under a moonless sky? Daetien himself did not know, he simply knew there was too much on his mind and something had drawn him out of his makeshift den under the largely rooted tree back in Selkie Lakes and set his paws in motion. He’d been walking for over an hour and as he had done such the clouds had filled the sky and the breeze that was now blowing told tale of an oncoming storm, threatening his travels.

Suddenly the wind whipped violently causing the lower hanging trees with their fingerlike branches to reach for him in an attempt to ensnare the large alabaster hued canine. Daetien shied away from them, ducking under a particularly large branch as it snagged at his long feathering. The thought came to him again as he trotted away from the low branches of what it might be like to be curled up somewhere warm and comfortable with some sort of company. But with a shake of his head, ears flapping off the sides of his skull he put the though out of mind. There wouldn’t be anyone out and about at this hour, in this weather. No, they’d all be comfortable in their homes in the city sleeping soundly while he wandered. Daetien slowed to a walk again and continued his trek around the outskirts of the bright city under the moonless sky.

[petzisme]

(DUDE, I totally claim a spot in this!!! I'll edit later though, when I have time to post if that is alright with you, raven-love^^).

[ivchameleon]

[Noooo... ;o; I was too late! -Pouts-]

[theeraven]

Of course Petzi! XD; I've been waiting to RP with you!

Gen-Love, I'll make us a private thread too?

[petzisme]

Sorry for the delay lovely, school's a bitch.



A cool, nightly breeze whistled through the air softly, indicative of autumn soon to come. It mingled among tall wooden buildings and teased up the many dark olive and hunter green leaves which sprouted in crazed bunches upon their stationary homes. The various goods within the market square were kept safe from the unusual chill on this late summer eve inside their insulated shops, but some of the larger materials were exposed. Any plants and animals outside would felt the bite tonight, of that one could be sure. With winds raging upon the Capital like a heavy seabreeze right before an oncoming weather, it was a definite circumstance to avoid.

Perhaps that was why the streets were filled with an eriee silence. Few passerbys lurked in the shadows, little went for a late night at the pub and hardly any cared to go for a leisurely stroll. It simply just wasn't the right time. Most seemed to crawl back inside whatever hole they came out of during the day when the sun bore down upon the Earth and heated the surface with almost visible waves, but the sun shared none of it's bounty any longer. Hours had past since the lord of the sky fell beyond the mountains, to be replaced by his lady sitting elegantly upon a navy backdrop with her bright attendants surrounding her modestly, their light paling in comparison to her own inner glow.

Still, that did not mean no Card was adventurous enough to meet the challenge of Nature's sword... or perhaps they had no way of avoiding it. One such individual found herself wandering nearly aimlessly through the outskirts of town, thinking to herself. Normally, she would be nestled snuggly in her little hole along the cliff face of the Villa, but with winds such as these, any intelligent creature could tell you a hole in the rock hundreds of feet above anything vaguely resembling level ground was not a good idea.

Instead, she had made her way down from her beloved tower and meandered through the lowlands for some time, as if looking for an alternate place to sleep without being too uncomfortable. It was no use. She had searched for the better part of an hour but every place she picked left her feeling unsettled. It just wasn't home, however unsafe home was. Of course, that odd feeling in her stomach like she had devoured a rabid squirrel pestered her at intervals, but for the moment the fox pushed it out of her mind. A little ache would not deter her. She was sure it would be gone by morning. If only she knew how very wrong she was.

The wind billowed through her long violet fur teasingly at intervals, making it slightly chilling but not intolerable. Still, she was starting to get mildly irritable when all sleeping attempts remained fruitless. A low sigh rolled out of her maw as she lowered onto her haunches in defeat for a few minutes. Maybe the youth would just subdue to the weather and watch the stars all night and save sleep for the morning when the breeze died down. In the interim though... it was lonely. And to make matters worse, she always seemed to be on her mind. Luckily, the canine didn't have to dwell on it too long, for out of the darkness came her white knight is shining blue armor... or at least a companion to share a restless evening with. Ello. She whispered simply, her voice soft and harmonic, yet carrying like the note of flute.

[theeraven]

Again and again nature unleashed her ominous wrath upon his tender skin as the wind snapped and bit for his flesh. As if to pay it no mind, Daetien simply carried on without looking back. The vibrant hued greenery lashed around him as mother earth whipped her airy steeds into a thunderous race around him. Onward they galloped, bearing down on his form with their chill manner. Daetien shivered again, unwillingly, against the barrage and continued onward in silence. Each breezy paw step became an irritant, a distant look back when the balmy summer nights and how they’d once enveloped him in their soothing warmth and calmness. Those days had since passed as the chill of fall pressed on the finalities of summer. Daetien sighed softly into the wind and placed another paw before the other.

Daetien peered up at the heavens for a moment as if to question nature’s motives while the wind rested for a split second, or so it seemed. His breath hung in his chest when no answer came but the steady blowing of autumn to come. When he stepped on a sharp pinecone Daetien swiftly halted and sank to his haunches. Using his teeth he pulled a wedge of the coniferous cone from between his furry toes. Spitting out the debris he swiftly resumed his wandering. Though he had been born into the unforgiving wilderness, Daetien couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like living among the elite of the court. Deep within his heart he knew that he too would one day become one of them. Only then would his questionings be answered once and for all.

Still as he plodded on almost incoherently pondering the lives of the courtiers and their day-to-day routines and the wind lashed at his fluffy coat, the loneliness was never far from his thoughts. Daetien hung his head softly, looking up now and again, more so using his sharp sense of smell to guide his way through the trees that outskirted the city within. A soft sound echoed in his thoughts and Daetien looked up, shaking his mind from the trance. A voice? The canine was certain of it as he paused a moment. Blinking slowly he could make out the violet hued form just ahead. Daetien inhaled, waiting for a scent but there came none for it had all but been carried off the westerly wind. Padding up to it he could see it was a fox, lithe and feminine, female by what he could make of it, and rather attractive. Daetien lowered his head softly in greeting before he too opened his muzzle and his sultry deep whisper commenced. “…A rose among the wrathful thorns of nature.” Though the questions in his mind were many, Daetien left it at that.

[petzisme]

Wind tassled through long violet strands in the darkness, making sure to lavish all exposed surfaces of the petite body with it's cool touch. The greeting extended from the tips of dark ears straight down to an almost cobalt rump. Most of the gusts were just gentle hangshakes and the exchanges of warm pleasantries with the soft guard hairs, but some managed to mingle past her defenses and lap indirectly at her flesh. Each time this happened, a shiver shot wildly down her spine, though she possessed enough control over her body to keep from shaking too much on every pass. If this were winter, the vixen would be nice and snug in her pale, winter coat but the thick down had yet to grow in much due to the overbearingly hot afternoons. In a way, she thanked the nightly chill, for with the onset of cold came the promise of warmth.

And with her current thought process, the male drew closer into view. She knew his gender instantly by his appearance, but also because she had the benefit of being down wind. His ivory fur almost glistened in the moonlight, making it hard to miss his turquoise markings in the darkness on an otherwise pale and slightly shimmering body. The feathers along his legs and tail was also visible due to his natural radiance. It made the little female cock her head to the side slightly in curiosity, allowing her eyes to trail over his form casually, starting at his paws and working her way up. When reached the bold features of his relatively handsome face, those blue orbs sought his own similiar ones with vague interest. A mellow expression settled on her delicate features, almost innocent in the evening light, yet mystery still lurked behind the sweet appeal. Ah, but would would a rose be without the thorns to compliment it's beauty with strength? She questioned back, tone soft... alluring. Sometimes, the bite is well worth the prize.

[theeraven]

The wind whipped roughly for a moment, slashing with it’s knifelike chill at the tender tips of his fragile ears as they hung in their uneven setting close to his skull. What Daetien would have given to be curled up once more in his den under the gnarled and wildly tangled branches of the large oak in which he’d made himself a sort of home. Still only just in front of him was the beautiful vixen with her vividly colored fur, etched softly with words unseen by Daetien’s steely-blue colored eyes as they gazed over her lithe feminine form, tracing every outline against the backdrop of the darkened trees. Slowly, his gaze traveled from her paw tips to her haunches, to her ribcage, her softly flowing shoulders, her gracefully arched neck, and pausing over her petite facial features. Daetien could quite plainly see that she was beautiful in her own right, and a gorgeous fox if he could very well state himself. A smile nearly creased the soft folds of his canine lips but he held them still upon hearing words echo from her slender muzzle once more.

Daetien’s uneven ears at once perked to the very bridge of his skull, held rigid by the tense muscles underneath. She held his attention on every word that flowed off of her tongue, and he lapped the sentences like a dehydrated puppy. Softly blinking he hung onto every word that she stated with that melodic voice and Daetien couldn’t help but be enraptured by her statement. She clearly knew how to play this game. This raucous chase of one seemingly Shakespearian sentence after another. It pleased his mind in a quiet way, she was intelligent and he had just been proven so. A soft nod of his muzzle commenced, his gaze softening minutely. “Indeed, and if you pull a rose by the blossom, you still risk getting pricked by the thorns.”

A pause as Daetien thought over his words a moment before continuing on. “Though once you’ve passed the sharp biting thorns and learned to handle the rose with care, the beautiful blossom is yours to call One’s own, is it not?” He asked in his deep somber voice. Daetien’s lips creased softly as he approached her a few paw steps closer and sank gently to his haunches, curling his fluffy tail about his overly large paws. The tenseness in his muscles relaxed a bit as his visage wasn’t taken away from her for a moment’s time, yet passed over the top of her eyes to casually outline the silhouette of her brilliant ears, down her cheeks, returning his own gaze to her beautiful eyes as he waited quietly for whatever enchanting melody might be freed from in turn.

[petzisme]

Sorry for the delay, I went climbing up a huge mountain yesterday. Now my body is cursing me off because of it.

Darkness enveloped the small female comfortably, dulling the tall, thick trunks of ancient trees and array of greenry surrounding her into a faded backdrop. It effectively put her vibrant form into focus: the soft, purple fur billowing elegantly in the fierce breeze, while the very night itself seemed to hug her in all the right places, amplifying her natural curves. Even the moonlight smiled upon her. It casted long pale rays upon the tops of her figure, and thus forced the shadows below into sharp relief. During the day, her coat would have been a soft purple with brilliant turquoise and "oh my god pink" words etched upon it like someone got a little too happy with permanent marker while she was sleeping; however, at night the entire picture changed. Purple shifted to a deep violet with lavender highlights, turquoise darkened to a lovely royal blue and pink was muted by the graying tones of evening, so it hardly appeared as a maroony color at all. In essence, the unique inscriptions all creatures from her region possessed were virtually invisible in the faint light, unless one were literally inches away from her, or had exquisite night vision.

Thus, the "solid" purple one sat quietly upon the still warm forest ground while she awaited a response from the handsome fellow. He seemed intrigued by her own reply, as if a sharp or witty tongue wasn't expected from a seemingly innocent individual, such as herself. She grinned inwardly, ignoring the gentle squelch in her abdomen that suggested this evening's dinner did not go down as well as planned. When his speech did come, a light not included, she perked her ears up further to take in every syllable. The raging breeze berated the tips mercilessly as she listened, hindering her ability to hear some of the notes, but she passed it through her thoughts again to decipher his speech. "Indeed, and if you pull a rose by the blossom, you still risk getting pricked by the thorns... Though once you’ve passed the sharp biting thorns and learned to handle the rose with care, the beautiful blossom is yours to call One’s own, is it not?"

A noticable grin spread infectiously across her feminine cheeks. So this male also knows how to play the game. She thought, mildly impressed by his recovery. Her maw almost opened with a reply, but then the ivory form shifted in the darkness and enlarged before her eyes. Of course, he was only moving to sit a few paces closer to her, but with the current light conditions and the assailing wind, it was hard to distinguish this at first. A faint shake of her head cleared the vixen of any more troubles and she allowed the red glow from her lovely blue eyes to fall upon his own once more. Without realizing it, her fluffy plume curled around her own forepaws as well in order to keep her toes warm... or so she might have told herself. While a simple adjustment, it placed her in such a way those long purple tendrils caressed pale ones ever so faintly. Some roses are better left wild. Came her casual reply in the same sensual tones. Still, should one earn the right of passage beyond all protective measures, then yes: the blossom may be cherished for as long as it survives.

[theeraven]

Daetien’s pale fur reflected in the darkness even though there was no bright moon to cast off his brilliant color to cause shine in the world of night. Even though the gale blew unencumbered around them, Daetien wouldn’t have left that spot for anything in the world at that moment. In fact, he didn’t even move. He didn’t twitch or let a single muscle stray for even a second. He barely breathed as he listened to the night whispering and echoing around he and the beautiful vixen before him. Only his nostrils quivered softly with the silent intake of hushed breath as he hung on the wind waiting patiently for her next words. When she moved only just to that her tail rested upon her paws touching that of Daetien’s inwardly he smiled gently. If Daetien could have blushed only just, he would have.

Still her words came and Daetien’s uneven ears, on half perked, the other laying smoothly, stood on alert drinking in her voice like a sponge. Her first sentence confused him a bit. Was she saying he was better off to leave her to her own? After all she was a fox, a wild integral part of nature itself, while he was in fact little more than a dog, nothing special. But before he jumped to any conclusions her words again spilled in their feminine beauty into the night air. Daetien listened quietly. The corners of his lips curled back in a gentle smile. Her words pleased him. She was intelligent by nature and knew how to play the game. That was something one did not find often.

As if to test the large alabaster and sea foam colored canine’s valor and chivalrous tendencies the wind whipped aggressively, snarling through the surrounding trees, pulling the weaker leaves from their perches. Ripped violently from their mothers with force they went careening through the air in a dazzling albeit vicious display of beauty and nature’s force. When a stray found it’s way toward them Daetien watched as it settled itself within the thick violet fur of the fox. Drawing himself together his muscles curved, pulled and gyrated as he raised himself to all four paws. Slowly reached over ever and with his incisors pulled the leafy debris from the top of her shoulder with great care and such gentleness so as not to touch a single hair of her beautiful pelt. Upon releasing the greenery from her fur he spat it out quietly and reclined back on his haunches, tail curving once more over his paws to touch hers.

Daetien breathed a soft sigh, holding his breath for a moment. He sincerely hoped he hadn’t gone too far by removing the leaf without question. But what was done was done and he didn’t regret it, even if she took offence to it and snapped at him. He waited quietly before his own mind found himself returning after a few seconds to her words as he mulled over them in his mind, not wanting to say the wrong thing, therefore thinking of his reply before saying just anything. When his mind was at ease with his opinion of the matter he allowed his deep masculine voice to caress the night air once more. “And if all measures are taken, by gentleness and care the blossom should thrive in all of its pristine beauty until the end, protected by the one who took such care to see both it’s velvety petals and biting thorns with equal respect.”