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with the moon in her hand - Chillborne - April 12, 2016
Chillborne watched the stark moonlight and considered its rays. He lay like a sphinx on a low plateau in the small hours of the night, and his blue eyes were still and pensive. The moon was particularly bright tonight, and the positioning and weight of the clouds made its rays very focussed. He wondered who stood in those spotlights. Perhaps there were various creatures unknowingly connected right now, chosen for their moment in the moonlight, and sharing in it. Would they ever meet? The lynx wagered not, but still it was a bond. One they'd never know about.
RE: with the moon in her hand - Siran - April 12, 2016
Siran roamed around the peak, shifting through moonlit path made in her own mind. She had no direction, following simply with an aimless view. Teekon was new land to her but nothing significant in her opinion. Every step was without a purpose besides the motivation to move on until a faintly familiar smell struck her nose. The feline slowed her pace to a stop, why would she know this smell? The girl had traveled far from home, running into anyone from her past was highly unlikely—if not impossible. Solely believing her mind must be playing tricks, her leisurely walk now had a destination. When a silhouette played out in the distance of another cat splayed agaisnt the ground with head held high, she began to lurk. "Hello?" Her voice wasn't at a yell, but loud enough for the "stranger" to hear.
RE: with the moon in her hand - Chillborne - April 14, 2016
It was then he noticed that one of the moonbeams had landed, with a shift of cloud cover, in his precise direction. But was it spotlighting him? No. It was further down the mountain side, and as Chillborne looked down there he was met with a voice as cool as snow. He blinked his great eyes once, then saw her bathed in the moonslight.
Siran. It is you.There was no surprise in his calm voice. One moment he registered that her being here was not expected, but the next moment he accepted that there was a kind of metaphysical poetry to her presence. That was why she stood in the moonlight.
RE: with the moon in her hand - Siran - April 14, 2016
Her usual stoic self allowed her ears to perk when hearing her name. How could they have known that? Siran allowed herself to observe this feline, taking a few steps forward in order to get a better look. The lynx too oblivious to notice the way moon had given her a spotlight for the moment of fate. "How do you..." the girl's voice came to a silence, it was now did she realize who this really was. "Chillborne?"
RE: with the moon in her hand - Chillborne - April 15, 2016
Aye.The two wildcats knew each other. He gazed into her eyes, not looking at the swirls of colour or the play of light, but at any semblance of surprise. There was, of course, nothing too emotional in there. For Siran was a stoic, a bit like Chillborne but at the same time not. Cool and calculated, the pair saw each other and yet didn't.
What brought us together tonight, he wondered outloud.
RE: with the moon in her hand - Siran - April 17, 2016
She left a silence to ponder the question, Siran was never really taught much of religion or fate, so such an idea didn't come to her head. She simply went to coincidence. "Why'd you leave?", she left his first question and jumped to the one that had bugged her for years.
RE: with the moon in her hand - Chillborne - April 26, 2016
It had been interesting indeed to spend time with Siren in their lives before this one. And, truthfully, Siren had never ceased to be interesting. But Chillborne followed his paws as if following the tug of his soul, and there had been nothing for him as part of a group — even a group of two.
Solitude is our way, he answered, speaking as though he'd never left at all.