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Post by Uzuri on Feb 11, 2012 14:02:47 GMT -5
A set of bright white small paws picked their way daintily through this strange new territory. Bright, glimmering pools of crystalline water sparkled in the morning sunlight, reflecting in to the sky and illuminating the young she-wolf that walked among them.
The great feathery wings upon her back shuffled in an agitated manner, before stretching themselves out, making the angelic she-wolf look much more larger and intimidating, before folding themselves inward again.
A sigh escaped her lips as a flock of birds flew over head, twittering excitedly as they always did.
I have wings, but I can't use them... she thought bitterly, scowling at the thought. Whomever had created her appearance must've been one sick puppy. She had never come across another like herself, and a yearning to familiarise with one was growing larger and larger in the pit of her stomach. A want, a need, to know that she was not the only one of her kind in the world.
As she walked, her purple eyes spied a leafy tree in the distance, overhanging one of the many pools in a crooked manner. Punk blossoms were just beginning to grow from its gnarled branches, reaching up to the sun, getting as much warmth from it as they could grab.
A small smile creased her ink black lips. Pink cherry blossoms had always been her favourite type of flower, even when she had been a pup. Their odd, pristine beauty was something she could relate to, if that made sense.
Her long slender legs acted of their own accord. They carried her underneath the tree's branches, sitting her beside the pool it was overhanging. As she sat, her wings spread out behind her, still half folded as she looked at her reflection.
Soft purple eyes greeted her back, framed in a mask of white fur, speckled with light blue dot marings, which framed er eyes and snout in perfect symmetry.
I am beautiful, thought happily, In my own special way...
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Post by Pheonix on Feb 11, 2012 14:44:33 GMT -5
She hid in the shadows of the lands, the darkness engulfing her dark form, apart from orange eyes that shone from the black frame of her face. Her wings were tucked close to her body, to those who did not know they were there it would be nigh impossible to see them.
She lifted her nose slightly to the air, it had been long since she had roamed these lands. She had come in search of food, although it was a different scent that swarmed her glands. It smelt of a wolf. But.. A low growl emanated from her throat. It smelt of Odmor. But the scent was faint, of a time long passes. She stayed puzzled for a moment. She shook her head and stood walking towards the scent.
Her paws were silent as she walked across the lands. As was the way of the hunter. Her head was low as she walked under the looming trees until she saw them. Fae, the wind whispered to her. She looked up at the white wolf, she too had wings.. It had been a long time since Pheonix had seen another one like herself. So long infact she had wondered if she was the last one left in Durani. She shook her head and blinked her bright orange eyes. The wind blew her fur making the lines of orange and red seem to move up her legs, looking like fur waving around her. She stood watching the fae, waiting to be seen. |
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Post by Uzuri on Feb 11, 2012 17:57:31 GMT -5
Her salmon pink tongue had just began to lick her forepaw when an odd sight was caught out of the corner of her soft eyes.
Rippling black fur mixed with orange and red was waving in the light breeze, making the strange figure of the newcomer look as though it were floating upon the very air itself. Bright, fiery orange eyes greeted her own purple ones, boring in to them like a needle through flesh. Instinct kicked in, and the fae's wings retracted close to her body, as she backed up a little closer to the tree behind her, diamond necklace swinging on her neck and catching the light.
But her movements were stopped dead as she realised that this stranger had something odd about them too. She hadn't noticed before (she had only glanced up, after all), but this wolf also had wings. And what beautiful wings they were! Jet black mostly in colour, but with slight edgings of orange intertwined with the feathers, making the stranger look most unique. Her own wings were about the same ratio to her body as the stranger's were, but were instead a plain white with unnoticable edgings of the lightest possible blue.
It seemed that she was not the only one of her kind.
Gently, her soft boice spoke out, arely audible on the wind.
"H-hello," she began anxiously, "U-uh, who are you?"
Her wings rustled uncomfortably behind her, as though signally how anxious she was.
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Post by Pheonix on Feb 13, 2012 15:27:16 GMT -5
She glanced over the fae now that she had turned. They looked like complete opposites. Apart from one thing.. They both bore the wings born to the wrong body.
She watched the fae as her wings drew close. She smiled slightly, she too did the same. It was natural, instinct, Pheonix could not help it, nor stop it.. For sometimes it was as if her wings had a mind of their own.
Her ears flicked as the fae spoke. Orange eyes looked upon the purple ones. U-uh, who are you? She lifted her head and stood tall, her tail rising slightly with dominance. "I am Pheonix, and you are?" Although this young one probably did not know who Pheonix was, it was natural for her to act her rank. It was all she had ever known. She had always been taught she was above the others. She was above all, except her mate. But that had not happened yet, and she had to wonder if it ever would. She looked back up at the fae, her head tilted slightly with the question as she waited for an answer. |
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Post by Uzuri on Feb 14, 2012 14:30:52 GMT -5
Despite what the other fae thought, the white she-wolf did infact know who Phoenix was. Not very well of course, otherwise she'd have known there was another with wings... But she knew Phoenix by name. The Alpha of Dosrio, enemy pack of Odmor was standing there before her, flame embroidered wings tucked.
Uzuri hadn't been told much about Dosrio, be it because no-one had spoke to her or that no-one spoke of the Alpha. The white fae was not sure which.
The Alpha then asked of her own name, but not before she raised her tail and her head arose. It seemed Phoenix was used to being the dominant one . Her wings twitched again in nervousness and agitation as her two front paws shuffled against the moist ground. It seemed she was easily intimidated as well as a ball of nerves... great..
"My name is Uzuri, miss," she said softly, speaking politely as one should to an Alpha, "If I may, miss, you're Alpha of Dosrio, am I right? Or is there a different Phoenix?"
She felt like a little child, asking all these questions. But how else would she get the information she needed?
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