It Happens <p> Oxyn

[equinox]

Sunlight trickled down through small holes in the canopies of the large oaks that sprouted freely over the grassy blanket. The small femme could imagine she’d appreciate the scenery far more if not for her predicament. In spite of the pain that seared her broken flesh she could still make good note of the perfect day that she had managed to hurt herself on. She took in a long breath, spiteful smile stretching itself over her muzzle as she took in the soothing aroma of spring flowers and fresh new grass. Everything was so fresh and new, the air itself was refreshing and for a second she could forget the deep puncture that wounded her left hip.

Perhaps it was not a good idea to go after the stag on her own, but then again she had not noticed the antlers as the beast tasted of the shrub its head was buried in. She had been skillful or so she thought as she prowled close to him but only managed to get one clumsy bite to his rump before he thrashed around and inflicted her injury. Her once alabaster pelt so full and plush was now stained a deep messy crimson. She could feel the warm liquid that spilled out from her hip trickling down her limb, the breeze cooled the vermillion juices and soon caused her leg to feel a shudder of cold.

As messy as her wound was Equinox wasn’t entirely worried about it, she was hindered, unable to move about much and would be a sitting duck if someone wanted to be malicious, but she was sure that once the bleeding stopped that it would heal. A heavy sigh dancing free of her muzzle the moon washed vixen relaxed herself, curling up under one of the large trees and trying to ignore the sting of her puncture. Her boa stretched out, slick muscle of pink lashing out against the thick pelt that usually was so impenetrable, doing her best to try and clean the cut.

The svelte dove shifted uncomfortably, her lobes splaying atop her crown as she lay back, all she wanted at this point was to forget about her screw up and relax, she wanted to enjoy the day that she was now wasting. Her stomach growled angrily at her, as if scolding her for her screw up. Her tongue felt dry and held the horrible flavour of her own blood causing her to want water and yet denying herself the hobble she would have to perform to get herself from under the protective shade of the tree and over to a water source. Instead she’d go thirsty until she could find the strength to lift herself back up. Her lids falling over bi colored eyes she forced herself to try and rest, pushing away the thoughts of how she screwed herself so badly.

[Oyxn]

Sparkling angel I believe
You were my savior in my time of need.
Blinded by faith I couldn't hear
All the whispers, the warnings so clear.
I see the angels,
I'll lead them to your door.

A gentle wind broke through the canopy of emerald leaves that whispered softly as thought to validate the current weather. In protest the branches above an ominous oak cricked and groaned. The wayward alabaster hellion resided below on all four haunches, safely protected from the afternoon sunlight. Sheltered within the husk of the ancient oak where its roots separated creating an opening. Someone before him had managed to preserve this den. Although, it’s former captor had vanished months prior. The abandoned den now provided servitude to another wondering loner. Oyxx had spent the last few months hidden away within the thicket that surrounded the ancient oak merely keeping a low, but vigilant profile. Other wolves had the tendency to come wondering through and to best avoid detection he hid. Not to purposely be rude, but his size served as a severe disability. A more capable or domineering male or female could easily break him apart. Continually running, hiding and scavenging had transcended into his entire life. Although at times he had longed to change it. Only his faith in the landscape around seems to offer him any dignity. Mother Nature had ensured that he survived this long, but now the cringing sensation of hunger had stirred the hellion from a wayward meditation. With an upmost phantasmal sigh, he lifted from all four haunches to stand. The protective claim of darkness from within the husk of his den no longer shielded the pewter brute from the outside. In a slow, purposeful stride his lobes lifted to listen carefully to the surrounding environment. His lobes could easily detect the lowest frequency of a twig snapping several yards away.

Only the pleasantries of the nearby birds singing in their usual chorus brought any indication of safety. Listening to the land around provided a second tool for his survival. Two years of traveling and merely depending on himself had taught the young male that every situation could be determined by listening to the landscape. As he stood poised and surveying the scenery something else caught both nostrils. The familiarized fragrance of a male stag wafted inwards and instantaneously he turned in the general vicinity of where the smell originated. Again, his internal stomach fired off with a vicious growl. For the last week he’d kept himself sustained by catching and killing small animals such as rabbits or an occasional wild turkey. Now a much larger meal was required as most of the smaller prey had fled the neighboring area of the forest that had occupied with his activity. In a single maneuver both agile and lithe, his form parted ways through the underbrush of a thorny overgrown thicket. Sunlight crept through the entangling veil of thorns. Thankful for the incoming heat, a smile formed upon his maw. At the edge of the clearing he could vaguely make out a disfigured silhouette hidden beneath the shade of a tree. Then another scent bombarded both failing nostrils. Blood from another lupine that had been injured caused him to double check out of precariousness. Although he would have taken this opportunity to flee, his heart insisted on investigating the matter.

With graceful movements he advanced on whoever was nearby. Not until he reached the borderline of the tree could he more observantly see the vixen tugged away. Another billowing growl from his stomach abruptly ruined his stealthy tactics. With a disappointed sigh that dissipated as quickly as it had arrived he spoke softly, delicately, and even furthermore gently. “Blasted… accursed stomach…” His hues darted to the vixen as he took a few steps backwards. Clearing the distance as his alabaster pelt caught a glimmer of shooting sunlight through the canopy of the nearby tree that she laid underneath. The scarlet that stained her pelt was the indication of what he had thought. Waywardly, his hues diligently observed before his vocals brought the question into reality. Carefully and wholeheartedly, he pondered the question before itarrived with a rather patient and otherworldly tune in the hymn of both vocals. “Pardon, but are you alright? Couldn’t, but help noticed that injury on your flank.”

[equinox]

From up high the stirring of branches caught the vixen’s attention, rouge fur caught her eye and the chirruping of an angry squirrel crashed into her ear drums. It was a pleasant distraction and she soon allowed the fussy morsel to take up her entire attention. Equinox wanted nothing more than to lose herself in something, giving her a reason to forget the predicament she had found herself in. Careful not to fidget too much, she lay in silence, her muzzle to the sky while watching the agitated rodent with glossy eyes of cerulean and saffron.

Fuzzy peaks pricked atop a delicate crown and soon the temptress relaxed her boa and looked on to catch sight of a dashing prince who slowly crept into her vicinity. Hackles stiffened as they rose along her nape and trailed down her spine, curling defensively while uncertainty plagued her inner thoughts. She immediately expected the worst from this brujo, horrible images of him ripping her apart crept into her mind and yet her features remained frozen in place. If Equinox had learned anything in her life it was how to put up a tough front, as brief as it might be.

She hadn’t even registered the growling of his stomach, only somewhat aware of it. Stiffened spine relaxing as she studied his approach, really he seemed awkward, out of place and just as nervous as she felt. Her jaws locked as the knight made his way closer to her, his movements laced with caution and uncertainty. “I’m sure I’ll be fine, it hurts but I really brought it on myself.” For her to tell him she was fine would be a lie, really she wasn’t, she was hot, thirsty and still hungry, there was a massive pain shooting down the length of her wounded leg and she was extremely uncomfortable. With all things considered she really wasn’t alright but she knew she would be.

Uncertainty plagued her as she stared up at the stranger, he sounded so genuine it was almost impossible to not be friendly toward him, then again for Equinox friendly was just in her nature. He was a handsome brute, his own pelt as white as snow and almost as plush as her own, his Golden gaze beaming down at her she shifted and quickly pulled her own stars away. “To be honest I’m not a very good hunter, then again I guess it’s not something I have to admit to, my current state must speak for itself.” She tried to laugh it off, her coo a rather breathy chuckle.

[Oyxn]

We've been dreaming
But who can deny?
It's the best way of living
Between the truth and the lies.

See who I am,
Break through the surface.
Reach for my hand,
Let's show them that we can
Free our minds and find a way

The exchange of the encounter between them both had gone better then expected. Uncertainty was replaced with a warm, compassionate, and merciful expression that replaced his pervious disposition from beforehand. It was such tenderness that most hadn’t come to expect from any typical male wolf. Although being typical wasn’t something that he excelled at. Oyxn, himself was quite the opposition on that subject. He felt that the kindest endeavors could alter any predicament no matter how much misfortune befell another. He wore this expression of nobility in the raise of his banner. A bit more comfortable now that his counterpart hadn’t belayed any signs of aggressive behaviors. To her words of in the very last sentence the hellion offered a gentle chuckle, which fluidly wisped onto the lightly soaring wind. His vocals extending a harmonized chorus of genuineness that nearly seemed both enchanting and angelical. “Naturally, I’d make the assumption that you’d be a fairly better hunter then I. “The sentence ending with the usual vow of honest civility. “Despite anything else. That topic’s not really either here or their at the moment.” His gleaming spheres turning to glanced upon the slight wound that had been afflicted on her hind appendage. The radiant warmth that delicately ignited both hues focused. He’d known injuries of that stature. Even some that where far greater and gruesome; perhaps a bit grotesque too. Vigilant hues made note of each individual splinter of fur, separation of flesh and texture of scarlet. Even the lingering scent, which had attracted his nose and caused it to crinkle made it impossible to ignore tracking down a possible afternoon meal. This vixen dissevered a whole lot of dignity nor was the brute compelled to be of assistance because he felt it was required. Merely for the fact that it was simply the right thing to do out of morality.


Even thought she’d appeared to be settling into the borderline of the oak trunk. He remained distant, keeping a perimeter of protection just encased something else occurred. His nervousness was trickling down to the point where the youthful hellion found calmness. Momentarily standing as he thought how to preciously handle this bothersome dilemma. His lobes raised, and hues enveloping more coloration in contrast around the irises of wheat. All that honed in focused being dispelled for the conclusion of an idea. Then, once more that gentleness returned. His vocals transpiring with hopeful splendor in the hymn. Hues churning with the utmost determination as apex and body changed positioning to face the general direction that the fragrance of the stag came from. “Might I be of assistance? “ His nostrils flaring quite steadily; body poised to leave if necessary. Although, what might have been enough conformation would have been his specific eagerness. The hellion patiently standing at the ready to hand to situation. Another lofting coo escaped from the jaws of the brute, whist his moonlit hues found their destination on the injured temptress. ”Listen, I’m not offering this because I’m motivated by self gain or anything. “ His words paused more or less deciding on what words to use. “ You’ve been injured, and the assumption presides on that fact alone. You’ll probably disagree, and I’ll understand either way.” The innocence that he displayed wasn’t fiction. Nothing within his body language bared any indication that the hellion lying. After never being given the chance to be beneficial within the ranks of his old pack. Empathizing with complete strangers tended to be rather easier then just ignoring them. She needed help, and if some way he would help or be dammed otherwise.

[Sunlight flickered through a canopy of scattered oak trees cast twisting shadows onto the grassy terrain beneath. In many ways the afternoon sunlight felt good. Even though his preference was for a much colder climate. He’d gotten use to handling the changing seasons. His coat was a mere indication that this brute didn’t belong to these lands. Fact of being a foreigner in uncharted lands tended to cause a certainly loneliness too pass. Perhaps as an unfortunate passage of events. He’d forgotten what it had meant to be in the accompaniment of another. Calmly, tranquilly as he spoken moments prior with each phantasmal note in his sentences. “I’m Oyxn.” The brute sat his rump upon the grassy terrain. With the incoming heat of the summer seasons. Sticking to the shade severed a few advantages. Although overall from the outcome of things thus far. The brute was simply glad to have all other nervousness put to rest. His primary concern was the wounded vixen. Her scent lingered with both dehydration and blood. If not to interrupt the current conversation his stomach once more rumbled with absolute impunity. Both hues immediately traveling to glance at an alabaster sheet that shielded a darkened undercoat.“My apologies.. “Another chuckle rippling inwardly from the brute’s chest.

[equinox]

Soft eyes locked onto the male as his posture began to alter. Stiff legs seemed more relaxed on him and uneasy expression had shifted to one that displayed warmth that projected onto her, it was something she had not seen before in her lifetime. The closest she had gotten to the expression the male was displaying was that of her sister, who only gave off a look of loving pity whenever Equinox did something silly. The thoughts of her sister clouded her mind for a moment, her muzzle twitching and crinkling in distain before mentally shaking herself back to reality and bringing her attention back to the white knight that remained with her still.
It was nice to hear him speak, to have his friendly words casually grace her ears and even cause a smile to form over her muzzle. He seemed to think she would have been a good hunter, where his skills just as lopsided as her own? She laughed softly after he had uttered such a silly notion. “I’ve never been much of a hunter really.” Her own silken words coming out as not much more than a whisper before the male continued on still seeming so lighthearted and easy to talk to. His expression changing yet again while she watched him standing there.

The male seemed ever vigilant, an impressive sight that caused her muzzle to part in awe as she studied the brilliant moon washed titan. She watched as his attention drifted, his lobes swivelling and his line of sight matching up with the trail of scent left by the stag that had ran off after puncturing her haunch. Equinox had caught a lucky break, if the buck wanted to he could have easily stuck around and finished her off after that first blow, he had crippled her enough that he could have probably taken her down without much injury to himself and yet he had fled instead.

Soft chorus played through her lobes as the male spoke, his words asking if he could assist her and in all honesty she was lost as to what he meant. She stared up at him wide eyed probably looking more clueless than usual, and soon he continued with more to say. Had she given him a strange expression perhaps? He was now trying to explain his motives in an almost uneasy way, as if she had skewered him with allegations of mal intent. For the first time since he materialised Equinox was able to laugh at him, not in a malicious way of any soft but he simply caused her to do so, she couldn’t imagine a male that seemed so otherworldly would get uncomfortable the way he had just then. “I wasn’t worried about your intent knight.” She giggled softly, unlike other femme’s her giggle was genuine with a lower tone to it, not high pitched in any way, her entire vocalisation residing on a more sultry side of female range.

As his name sang out her lobes swivelled forth to apprehend the calling, her paws tucking beneath her as she focused on the fact that she wanted to get up off the cozy loam and take to a stand once more. Her hip ached and burned in fury but she didn’t care, she was intent on getting onto her paws and getting herself something to drink. She just barely noticed the growl that came from the male’s stomach and only truly registered it when he apologised to her in haste. “You have no reason to apologise, you’re hungry and you should go get something to eat. Don’t let my presence burden you.”

Flashing him an easy smile she threw herself skyward, forcing herself to a wobbly stand. “How about you go get yourself something to eat, there’s a small pond over to the north that I want to get myself to, if you want to join me after you’ve eaten I’ll be over there.” She could tell the male felt obligated in keeping her company and she felt guilty for it, she didn’t want to be a burden on anyone, she had always been one and she was sick of such a truth. “And it’s a pleasure Oxyn, you can call me Equinox.” Her offer of a name in return was a bit late but she hoped he’d forgive her for being rude. Hobbling forward she drifted closer to the male, her soft pelt nearly brushing his own as she drifted toward the north trying to keep herself as steady as possible to find her way toward the pond she had found once before.

[Oyxn]

All of my memories keep you near
In silent moments, imagine you'd be here
All of my memories keep you near
Your silent whispers, silent tears

Together in all these memories I see your smile
All the memories I hold dear

Sunlight drenched and bathed the forestlands in a comforting viridian coloration. Elongated shadows reached over the terrain; creeping ever so slightly in unison with a wayward arch of the sun’s pathway. The destination of the sun would eventually befall night and the entire lush woodlands would be enshrouded by an ominous glow in the moon’s reflection. Another gentle sigh briefly fled from the hellion’s lungs. Chest exhaling the departing air. Her name, Equinox settled within his mind. Abruptly, his lobes half registering her invitation to join at the pond in the north after his hunt had finished. Despite the fallacy of hunger, his emotions jeopardized the decision to go search for the stag that had previously paid this general area visitation. Knowing that the wound on the vixen’s flank was conventionally hazardous. His vocals projected out in a low, but suitably softened rumble. The words flowing like a gentle spring rain, renewing, and revitalizing with a soothing laugh upon the end. “Well, lady Equinox…” His vocalization paused, liking how the hymn of her calling flowed so fluidly. “Actually, if you wouldn’t mind? I’d very much enjoy accompanying you to that pond if the north.”His words paused momentarily, rump lifting from the terrain as his phantasmal pace reared towards the hobbling vixen. With these endeavors he attempted to stay at the left portion of her frontal right limb. This bringing the fullest illumination of the male’s feathery alabaster pelt into the forefront of the afternoon sun. In this very instantaneous maneuver, his paws sunk into the still fresh clay on the pervious night’s rain. The scenery of the forest canopy still occasionally harbored the fragrance on the evening. Wet foliage from overtop and within the underbrush carried droplets of water that lingered on emerald brush. His spheres reminiscing in absolute silence as both wolves reached the clearing ahead. After spending so much time becoming familiarized with the geography in these lands. Finding resources to sustain one’s self was a fairly simple task.

Other loners where preferable the only wolves that he avoided. Lands such as these where specifically untouchable for being claimed. Violent wolves had the tenacious tendencies that brought the harbinger of harm where they treaded and despite all of his warmhearted intentions. Surviving to see another day represented something entirely different. Equinox turned out to be exactly that. Being the first kin to come across that hadn’t shown any malignant intent. Compassionate, empathy, tenderness, honestly, and temperance were traditions that were dying out. Having lived in a pack that communized those aspects of civility into the communities livelihood. Thoughts of home had flown into his state of awareness as automatically he remained at her side. That community of isolated wolves that had kept a domain in the furthest reaches of the icy northlands had thrived all do to traditional beliefs. Even the old, whimsical alpha before his father had taken the privileged leadership of the pack had managed to keep all the infighting to a minimal. Spirituality flourished, and everything was made whole furthermore. If he could listen to the land around them, then imagine the stories that it most have kept in secrecy. All of the answers on what was occurring on the continent would finally make sense. Peering back at the vixen as they journeyed together towards the pond. A certain fondness of those reminders from the past caused him to offer her a subtle smile. It brightened his kissers, but as he made contact with both of her spheres his own retracted. Turning to the horizon ahead of them, his focuses retrieved themselves from the depths of concentrated thoughts. In many ways she reminded him of his beloved homeland. Even now the young hellion couldn’t still help, but recollect on the longevity of the subject. Those details encrypted into the very fundamental core of both spheres. It portrayed everything that motivated him to do better. That along encouraged both all of his convictions, and faithfulness that was his only pledge. Then, something else elusive caught both nostrils, and his advance halted.


Another clearing ahead of them both opened upon the veil of the horizon that darted with a dull lightness. The wind whispering through chattering foliage brought a pristine reconciliation of clean water. Two massive evergreens decorated what had caused the blockage of sunlight and once more left the underbrush of the forest in a pocket of more shade. Rustling within the network of branches above them both indicated the activity of squirrel’s. The small morsels chirping in protest to the approaching of both wolves. As quickly as the small tree dwelling rodents had scattered. Only the choruses of songbirds littered the lush canopies above. The thicket below the mantle of trees withheld the forest floor in a cascade of dried pine needles and porcelain colored clay. The ground’s texture surprisingly soft even with the golden variation of olden pine needles long since discarded. The grove it’s self that the pair occupied opened to crystal pond. Distilled water making it all that more apparent that both, Equinox and Onyx had been the first pair to reach this destination in sometime. Having laid abandoned for what most have been an unprecedented or essentially a large portion of time. Although, the brute hadn’t factored anything into that. Not even the scenery mattered. The entire time that the two had spent taking in stride had allowed his preoccupied energies to linger on the dove stained fae. Granted neither of them had known the other very long, but he had hoped that she would understand why he felt obligated to do such an undertaking as keeping her company to this point in time. The quite was broken as his rump lowered to sit on the softened earth. His vocals resonating with an urgency of tranquility that enchanted the lobes. “Well, we’ve reached our destination…” Another inaudible, but wholehearted laugh leaving the chasm that blanketed the loudness of any rumble from his throat. All of his weariness had diminished, although the hunger remained, but ignored for this extension of time being . “Perhaps, once you’ve hydrated yourself again. I might be able to scavenge something for us both?” His offer as kindhearted as before.

[equinox]

Uneven foot falls faltered with the sound of his voice. His lyrics soothing into her lobes and drifting into silence just as suddenly. Her muzzle locked and her eyes widened at the formal calling he gave her. Twin peaks swivelled delicately atop her plush skull, the slow rotation of her boa causing feathery tendrils to fray. Miss matched hues of saffron and azure drifting over toward Oyxn. Her eyes remained locked on the moon washed knight, curiously gazing over him with a shocked expression. Her mind faltered in the wake of what he spoke. “Uh... If you’re sure ... Thank you.” Her own lyrics trickled free of her larynx, cooing through the air like cashmere.

Her figure straightened once more, spheres keeping locked on the angelic brute as he meandered to her side. She watched as sunlight danced upon his snowy pelage, shinning in a lustrous brilliance that she couldn’t help but to wonder if that was at all how others saw her when she danced about in sunlight. Equinox knew that her own canvas was an easy match to what Oyxn’s painting, yet she wondered if that meant that her beauty was as elaborate as his own. Truly Equinox felt the furthest thing from beautiful she felt exhausted and utterly disposable.

They walked in silence, not a word uttered between the two, her throat was parched and she was grateful to Oyxn for being so calm and quiet, to speak now would be like rubbing her throat with sandpaper. She would have liked to converse with Oyxn, to thank him for his generosity and she surely would, after she got herself a drink that was. As she limped her way down the path her nostrils flared with the seductive scent of refreshing water. The slightest of bounce came into her step, without thinking she picked up the pace of her foot falls only to cringe and slow with the sudden realisation of the pain that shot through her.

A defeated sigh broke free of her dried out larynx eyes rising up to meet with the canopies overhead, their rich emerald leaves swaying with light breeze that simply would not reach the earth bellow and the two wolves that now slowly began to close the distance between themselves and the body of water that Equinox anticipated reaching. Footfalls carried the dove forward, behind her, a trail of lopsided paw prints where embedded in the tender loam that she left behind and finding her way toward the pool of water that now came into view. Oyxn’s words sang in a soft baritone, but Equinox paid little mind to them. Her eyes danced over the crystalline waters, cerulean body weaved in and out sunlight bathed the scenery and brought the majestic pool to sparkle in its light.

“It’s so beautiful.” Her words came out barely above a whisper loping her way to the edge of the waters she hesitated, unwilling to disturb the sanctuary she found herself in. If not for the desperate thirst that plagued her tongue she may have never stained the waters with her tongue. Clumsy figure drifted to the ground as gracefully as she could, her movements surprisingly fluid all things considered. Slick rouge muscle lashed out against the slippery surface of the waters. For a moment she forgot about the wound on her haunch. A sense of tranquillity came over her as she drew in the liquid and fed her thirst. “You’re too kind, really.” Elegant figure curled, the wounded side of the vixen hidden from view, her eyes resting on the male once more. The warmth of the sun danced over the temptress, coating her in golden rays. A comfortable smile forming over her thin muzzle. “I’m sorry if I come off as being rude, but I am curious, why is it that you’re being so kind to me?” The honesty of her curiosity was obvious enough, looking up at the male with hopeful eyes she remained poised upon the lush mossy terrain that still held a warm dampness to it, it caressed her wound and brought some relief to the burning that persisted against her flesh.

[Oyxn]

OOC~ I hope that this is enough for you, Misfit. My muse of late hasn't been very negotiable of late.

I was the light
I was the quiet heart
I was the place we used to dwell.
And when the cold would tear your life apart,
I was the warmth that you had felt

The placid entwinement of the atmosphere was energetic. Chipmunks and an assortment of other creatures protested within the confines of shelter that the treetop canopy offered. Colorations of dwindling viridian intermixed with a rather translucent emerald painted the entire scene in a complex dual lightening. Then, finally silence captivated the seclusion as both predatory creatures approached the pond. Eviction of the treetop dwelling rodents was rather swift, as quickly as they had felt the concern to express their vain warnings to strangers within their territory. All of the rodents had banished themselves onto the other side of the woodland thicket. As though the lupines below where some abomination or danger to the frenzied tree dwellers, this conjecture was rather mute in comparison. Barely, without making an indication of sound, wayward spheres of wheat watched the injured vixen’s movements with proficient hues. That once raspy hymn within no longer revoked the actual pitch of the feminine song that arrive from Equinox’s direction. Ignoring the provoked and agitating struggle caused from the deprived hunger from not feeding for more than several hours at this point. Managing to effortlessly hold the line of serenity, he passed on another patient and gentle smile. It warmed his heart to see another return the same affectionate politeness back. What else could he have done? Kindness was practically inscribed into the very existence by birthright. Others—all others came before him.

If a loner was deprived a meal, then Onyx would have gladly given up any scavenging that he’d obtained. The same gumption was reserved for those that neither had shelter for the night either. His den would gladly be sacrificed to pull another from the cold or damped rain of the nocturnal hour. Strangers, outsiders, and the work where treated with a level of humility that was offered by most packs. Being one of the few light wolves in the world that would more than likely sacrifice himself; both mind, body and soul. Just to see another liberated from the agonizing horrors of pain. What was left in a world set entirely in darkness? What would be left for those that had absolutely nothing? Would they themselves prosper or be left to the invitation of the shadows. As long as wholeness, mercy, and loyalty alongside compassion survived, then there was a high percentage that the traditions that carried on with these factors would be enough to outshine even the darkest of veils. This was his identity, pound, vigilant, intentionally surefooted when it came to being extremely disciplined in the art of morality. Few could practice the level of temperance that his valor displayed. Exiling all the worldly problems that most plagued them upon in order to search for vast spiritual knowledge. Only this definition could indefinitely summarize the wholehearted nature of this youthful hellion. An inspirational weapon could dismantle even the vilest. In conclusion to the reminiscing, he’d practically unheard the questioning words as they left the banshee’s maw. To contribute a mollified answer, his soothing caress replied tastefully. Cooing the melody with a more simplistically enthralled set of notes that where of an otherworldly intent. “Since when has kindness ever required a reason?” Both wheat churning hues narrowed on the targeted female as she clung to the dampness of the neighboring moss that hugged her body. It least the lingering fragrance of scarlet had dissipated into the atmospheres.

A tricky question to be asked, but in plane and ordinary truth, when did the surmountable simplicity of doing a good deed have to be represented by an action of duality. Another laugh, suitably softer in pitch fled from the rumbling of the brute’s chest cavity. Delicate wind whispering through the lush foliage of viridian caused the fur on the brute’s pelt to sway in an almost phantasmal way before settling as cool northeasterly breeze wafted around the branches. For this very moment, he couldn’t help the gentle, but good willed laugh.“Honestly. To answer your question, we’re all thrown onto this chaotic world together and at times it can appear uncaring.”A certain characteristic of tenderness retrieved its self to the brute’s revered demeanor. “It essentially represented the moral thing to do. In addition, compassions irreplaceable His ears perked, waiting, watching in a very observant manner. Sunlight lulled across the terrain and it couldn’t have been more than an hour spent. Everything was worthwhile, and he’d certainly hoped that Equinox would understand that much. She’d not shown him any high intolerability nor hadn’t minded the lack of enthusiasm that he’d displayed on their journey together to the pond. With another placid sigh, his form lifted to travel towards the crystalline waters. Enshrouded beneath the darkened silhouette of an ancient oak whose scent mingled with that of both birch and fresh autumn maple giving the sanctuary that both occupied a more renewing spirit. Feathery, alabaster pelt illuminating in splintering patches of sunlight in the canopy above. All four appendages generating practically a soundless patter as his form maneuvered in stride. Muzzle opening to allow the restoration of water to cleanse a somewhat dried out throat. Incisors quite visible at this point as his muzzle filled with the cooling liquid. Mentally, he’d known better than to continually remain here, but his concern about her would weigh heavily on his thoughts. After a few seconds a rehydrating, his stars refocused on the vixen.“All that aside, how’re you feeling now?”

[equinox]

Her eyes couldn’t sit still, couldn’t focus on a single thing, especially not the alabaster knight that remained in her company. Instead her mismatched hues of saffron and azure shifted to the canopies of emerald that where so freshly bloomed. Atop her crown low hanging apple tree branches unleashed lightly colored petals of rose that rained down upon her ivory pelt in gentle caress. Further up the canopies a few straggling chipmunks rushed their way off the branches in true acrobatic style. She couldn’t help but to appreciate the little morsels as they ran and jumped and seemingly flew through the air. She envied how they were able to go about at their leisure while she remained grounded and trapped within her own pain.

An uneasy sigh escaped her, taking not of what had been spoken by the knight, he was right of course, she had no business asking such an intrusive question really, when she thought more on it she wondered if she had insulted the titan. Her question seemed more like an accusation. She heeded every word of the male’s small speech, her guilt only growing, and causing her to swallow a hard lump. “Thank you, for your kindness.” Her lyrics cooed effortlessly, smoothing into the air and carrying to the sensitive lobes of the male that was now taking his turn at the pond’s edge. She watched him there, seeming serene and tranquil as he took his time to lap up the crisp waters of the surprisingly clean pool. Her lobes swivelled atop the crown. She had never really met a wolf as friendly as he. Her thoughts trailed to what his past might tell of him, where had his travels lead him?

Apex descended from the proud perch it had held, nestling gingerly between two exhausted pads of snow washed hue that seemed to glow in the soft lighting that trickled from the canopy holes. She sighed in delicate fashion, allowing her eyes to fall shut for but a brief moment. She wanted to relax, and yet she wanted to keep her attention on the enchanting male. It was strange how even with lids so tightly closed; the vixen could still feel his eyes on her. It felt as though his eyes where burning her, forcing her attention back to him. Her own mismatched gaze shot open, catching his own wheat gaze in her hypnotic hold. His words danced with sincerity, his question filling with a hint of unease. “I’m feeling as good as I could in my situation.” She smiled to the other, her dome remaining low to the ground while her trunk rearranged itself some to keep as comfortable as she could manage.

Her eyes lowered, breaking the stare for but a brief moment, she wanted to keep Oxyn entertained, she wanted to stay in his company and though it was selfish to want such a thing she simply couldn’t help it. Hopeful expression brightened her visage, she couldn’t think of a thing to say. Had she really been alone so long that she forgot how to make small talk? She searched her mind for something, anything to grab his attention and when opening her muzzle she uttered the first thing she could think about. “What lead you to these lands? Have you always been here?” she reminded herself of an inquisitive pup. A brief shake of her pelage rippled, freeing the plush temptress of all the petals that had coated her as she lay, and though it brought her ivory tendrils brief freedom, the petals fell forever more and continued to give the femme an angelic, peaceful disposition.