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i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Relmyna - January 05, 2018
located in nightcaller temple
radiant quest: speaking with silence
radiant quest: speaking with silence
the place of the glowing altar was where relmyna now spent her time, if she was not with cicero. in the months to come, she supposed she would involve herselves with the wolves of blackfeather. whispers of war had not escaped her, nor the general feeling of tension in their dark encampment. she had come by a new rank, no doubt through her subservience to vaati and the others above her — relmyna allowed herself only a small fluttering of pride before she concentrated on what it was she intended to do.
the creek alongside which she had fainted had been revisited, and what the evoker had thought was only a lump of ice turned out to be a small rock, the size of her pawpad, and transparent. she had tested it with her teeth, her breath, what little remained of her tongue, and had not found it wanting.
satisifed, intrigued, relmyna had returned now to the altar. gingerly the patchwork wolfess nosed the glassy stone onto its edge and sat in the snow before it. since she had awoken to herself, at least in some form, the woman had ignored the wisps of hidden words that sometimes flared through her consciousness, but now she let her mind's defenses fall and peered curiously at the rock she had found, strangely comforted by the icelike patterns within its clear shape.
in time, the evoker's breathing slowed; she did not stir as she stared unseeingly at what she had found and tentatively brought to the forefront of her awareness one name.
sithis.
the creek alongside which she had fainted had been revisited, and what the evoker had thought was only a lump of ice turned out to be a small rock, the size of her pawpad, and transparent. she had tested it with her teeth, her breath, what little remained of her tongue, and had not found it wanting.
satisifed, intrigued, relmyna had returned now to the altar. gingerly the patchwork wolfess nosed the glassy stone onto its edge and sat in the snow before it. since she had awoken to herself, at least in some form, the woman had ignored the wisps of hidden words that sometimes flared through her consciousness, but now she let her mind's defenses fall and peered curiously at the rock she had found, strangely comforted by the icelike patterns within its clear shape.
in time, the evoker's breathing slowed; she did not stir as she stared unseeingly at what she had found and tentatively brought to the forefront of her awareness one name.
sithis.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Cicero - January 15, 2018
Cicero was happy to see that Relmyna was fitting in well, that she was beginning to look outward more rather than following him around as though he were her saviour of some sort. He was not surprised to find her at the temple, for were she not by his side then she was often here. Cicero had grown to appreciate her presence in many ways. He had confided in her that Sheogorath was a beast and he did not know how to control it and had told her about his love for his brother Damien — although possibly the intent of his love may not have been clear enough from his words alone. To an uninformed onlooker his love for Damien might just be that of a brother to a brother, not a brother to a lover.
Light footfalls carried the patchwork wolf closer to the temple, ears perked forward to hear nothing; Relmyna was often as silent and stealthy as he. They were alike in some ways yet different in so many more, he thought as he looked at her and approached. Wordlessly Cicero watched the stone she had put on the altar and he sat down beside her, waiting; for her to be finished with prayers, for her to notice him, or perhaps until both conditions were met.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Relmyna - January 18, 2018
YAY <3
the stone swirled again — she felt herself falling. a forked tongue licked around the seashell curves of her awareness, and relmyna flinched against the snow. but as soon as it had come, the awareness faded, as did the burning presence, and soon the dream died altogether and she found herself blinking against the snow with the scent of sheogorath in her nostrils.
no — not he, relmyna noted, staring blearily up at cicero before gathering herself to a sitting position. her mouth was dry; she dipped her lips toward the snow and then returned her attention to him with a small smile that soon faded, for fear he would think badly of her scarring.
no — not he, relmyna noted, staring blearily up at cicero before gathering herself to a sitting position. her mouth was dry; she dipped her lips toward the snow and then returned her attention to him with a small smile that soon faded, for fear he would think badly of her scarring.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Cicero - January 22, 2018
She was integrating well into the religion, he felt, working her way up. Something had clicked, much like an awakening, and he wondered if it were similar to what he and the beast shared together. She would not be able to tell him, never be able to tell him, likely. He did not understand why she smiled at first but then it faded, yet thought little of it; he often smiled for the briefest of moments, for usually his face exuded little emotion.
Wordlessly he drew closer. He stopped closeby, head canting as his attention turned to the stone upon the altar. He cast it a questioning look, though guessed she must have brought it here for he had not seen it before.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Relmyna - January 24, 2018
it was in these moments, relmyna knew she would give most anything to speak again. she had been practicing what sounds she had discovered in the recesses of her throat, but any word was garbled without the use of her tongue. she sighed, watching him smile briefly, and through some weakness in herself, sought to lean against cicero for a heartbeat, if allowed. the days had been endless, melting into one another; the evoker had realized in this moment that she had been without company or touch for some length of time.
using the toes of one paw, relmyna moved the rock of tongues closer to cicero for his inspection. through it the gods of blackfeather spoke; through it, perhaps she would find her own voice. scry; that was the word.
using the toes of one paw, relmyna moved the rock of tongues closer to cicero for his inspection. through it the gods of blackfeather spoke; through it, perhaps she would find her own voice. scry; that was the word.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Cicero - January 24, 2018
He allowed her to lean against him, closed mismatched eyes for a brief moment. He had never longed for touching but now, now that many wolves of Blackfeather Woods had forsaken him, he found out how alone he was. No Damien to crawl up to at night; the pups by his side often because without anyone else's warmth, his own fur would cause him to be cold all the time... He let out a strained sigh and then, as soon as it had come, that short moment of intimacy with a wolf he didn't even know all that well was over.
A wry grimace painted his face as he watched her shuffle round the stone, finding that he missed Damien now more than ever and even her touch had felt nice. He longed for it back but instead watched the stone as she moved it closer to him. Cicero was not so sure what he was supposed to do with it, and his connection with the gods had never been very strong -- he preferred to do as they wished, rather than pray to them; each had their own role -- so he ended up just staring at it. It was beautiful thing, but meant little more than that to him.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Relmyna - January 24, 2018
he allowed the touch, the brush of their oddly similar pelts; relmyna's turquoise eyes held the downsweep of a lingering blink before she pulled away, incorrectly assuming that cicero wished not to be touched. her gaze followed the line of his own as he stared at the stone, mistaking his grimace for confusion; she had forgotten he was a man more suited for the sacred plants than anything, though surely he could hear the voices of the dark ones.
on a whim, relmyna seized the stone from the altar and lay upon her belly in the snow, small forepaws on either side of it; the wolfess demonstrated how she would press her muzzle against the stone, her chin resting on the ground before it. seeking cicero's gaze with her own, relmyna invited him to follow suit on the other edge of the stone; her skills were not wondrous by any means, but she had learned to walk the plane wherein sithis dwelled. perhaps with her aid, cicero would also see this marvel.
on a whim, relmyna seized the stone from the altar and lay upon her belly in the snow, small forepaws on either side of it; the wolfess demonstrated how she would press her muzzle against the stone, her chin resting on the ground before it. seeking cicero's gaze with her own, relmyna invited him to follow suit on the other edge of the stone; her skills were not wondrous by any means, but she had learned to walk the plane wherein sithis dwelled. perhaps with her aid, cicero would also see this marvel.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Cicero - January 24, 2018
No answers came, of course. Mere faraway whispers that meant little to him. Cicero watched as Relmyna took the stone and lay on her belly, ears perked forward curiously. She touched the stone with her nose, looking serene, and he moved to the opposite side. He was not sure why, or if it would mean anything, but Cicero mirrored her, laying down on his stomach on the ground and moving his nose towards the stone.
Mismatched eyes reached out to hers for a moment to try and read her emotions before his nose touched the stone.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Relmyna - January 25, 2018
cicero joined her, and relmyna was pleased that she was able to communicate with him even missing her tongue. they lay on either sides of the stone — the aspiring priestess began to sink her thoughts into the yielding surface, pressing them down into the ice-like vision of the rock. sithis, she called. night mother. mephala. relmyna had learned to use both titles for the goddess, but that the dread lord was less likely to answer.
the transparent paws of the night mother swam before her scrying eyes first, and relmyna's heart quickened. she had never before seen mephala's face, but her goal was only to summon them. yet the dream was in danger of dying, and the evoker frowned.
pulling herself from the trance with a soft moan, relmyna blinked and looked toward cicero. what had he seen?
the transparent paws of the night mother swam before her scrying eyes first, and relmyna's heart quickened. she had never before seen mephala's face, but her goal was only to summon them. yet the dream was in danger of dying, and the evoker frowned.
pulling herself from the trance with a soft moan, relmyna blinked and looked toward cicero. what had he seen?
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Cicero - January 26, 2018
It seemed much had been learned since Cicero had crossed paths with Relmyna first after he had come from the beast's side to become his own again. She had easily overtaken him when it came to matters of priesthood and he could see why she had been granted her own place among Blackfeather Woods now, after so much time of simply being and following him -- the beast -- around. She had grown. He saw that something was going on with her, but Cicero was so focussed upon Relmyna that he did not focus upon the stone.
It felt like mere seconds had passed when she reopened her eyes and cast him an inquisitive look, but he had nothing to share, other than a strange sense of pride in her accomplishments that felt misplaced (after all, what was he to her that he should feel pride for her achievements?).
A sudden longing back to the closeness that he had tasted only momentarily lead him to abandon the stone entirely as he crept closer across the ground, intending to bury the side of his face against her neck. Perhaps some might think it was the power of the stone that had ignited this sudden decisiveness and passion within him -- the gods themselves -- but in that moment Cicero himself did not cary such thoughts. The philosopher was, rare as it was for him to be, focussed very much on the moment and the things in front of him, around him, the gods forgotten for a moment.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Relmyna - January 26, 2018
relmyna watched cicero carefully for any sign that a god had spoken to him — instead, the man moved toward her across the snow and the evoker held in her throat a surprised sound. sheogorath ... cicero ... had never before touched her in such a way, and she found herself quaking beneath her ragged pale fur. but not with fear; the patchwork wolfess thrummed with the half-hazed memory of
relmyna pulled her mind away from the thought as soon as it had alighted there; cicero filled her senses, the scent of him, green-edged with the fragrance of his plants; snow; earth — she found herself leaning into his contact, turning her muzzle gently to preen the hairs accessible to her twisted lips. the stone was warm between her forepaws; relmyna felt its glow even as her eyes closed, her mind questing to etch this moment into the unwieldy halls of her memory.
relmyna pulled her mind away from the thought as soon as it had alighted there; cicero filled her senses, the scent of him, green-edged with the fragrance of his plants; snow; earth — she found herself leaning into his contact, turning her muzzle gently to preen the hairs accessible to her twisted lips. the stone was warm between her forepaws; relmyna felt its glow even as her eyes closed, her mind questing to etch this moment into the unwieldy halls of her memory.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Cicero - January 29, 2018
At first it seemed as though his touch afeared her, for though she did not pull away she trembled. He thought he might have been too brazen to reach out and touch, that she did not want this (he did not blame her; he was not even sure why he wanted it). Yet he lingered for just a moment longer, a few seconds. He decided to pull away but before his body followed up on what his mind decided he felt her teeth preening at the hairs in his neck. A feeling that was more pleasant then he may have wished to admit; a feeling he thought he could not achieve; a feeling that reminded him of his nights with Damien, before...
He pulled his mind away from the memories of Damien to return to the now once more. This was all that mattered. His life had been strange and unruly of late but this was something that was real, and where the philosopher's mind usually enjoyed to drift off into could-be's and why's and shied away from touch he now craved for the realness of this. He sought her ear and nibbled gently along its rim, nipping at it encouragingly and savouring feeling so.. alive.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Relmyna - January 30, 2018
cicero's lips were on her ear; relmyna's eyes closed more tightly, a low sound rising in her throat as she realized for how long she had been starving for such. never in memory had she been touched in such a way, and the sensations that were beginning to rise beneath her skin confused the woman, sending her into paroxysms of nervous trembling that could perhaps be taken for another thing.
despite herself, however, relmyna did not fear the hunger that grew in her, licking within her soul with tongues of gentle fire — she sought to run her lips along his own, nuzzle the length of his muzzle, feel the heart of his throat beneath its patchwork covering of fur; yes, yes; more to be had here.
despite herself, however, relmyna did not fear the hunger that grew in her, licking within her soul with tongues of gentle fire — she sought to run her lips along his own, nuzzle the length of his muzzle, feel the heart of his throat beneath its patchwork covering of fur; yes, yes; more to be had here.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Cicero - January 31, 2018
Something consumed him then, something he had not felt before or thought he knew or understood. The only thing he knew was that it was something to keep away the beast and that alone was enough to make it something powerful and good. No thoughts for but a moment, he simply enjoyed the closeness. It made him feel alive to feel her leathery lips pull past his, to feel her head fill the corner underneath his throat.
With a low growl that was almost playful Cicero nuzzled himself closer, pressing head against shoulder, nipping at the fur along the back of her neck. He wrapped paws round her neck in playful gesture while nipping at her ear again, then jumped to his feet seemingly suddenly to continue the game, feeling not really Cicero or Sheogorath but simply wolf and more alive than he had in a long time.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Relmyna - January 31, 2018
he embraced her, then leapt to his feet, and she followed suit, pausing only to tuck the rock of tongues safely against the altar. and then was relmyna ready for their dance. she followed his steps, and shared in the feeling of levity and yes, life, that flowed strangely from cicero. this was not as she remembered him, but the evoker was not wary; her eyes came alight with a warm glow and even her ruined lips lifted in a grin.
forgotten their roles in blackfeather, their pain, relmyna soared forward to nip playfully at the air near his ear; their paws churning snow and her delight palpable — and yet she remembered keenly what it had been to be in his arms, and wished for that again suddenly.
forgotten their roles in blackfeather, their pain, relmyna soared forward to nip playfully at the air near his ear; their paws churning snow and her delight palpable — and yet she remembered keenly what it had been to be in his arms, and wished for that again suddenly.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Cicero - February 05, 2018
The game was caught on quickly by Relmyna and Cicero pawed the air between them while she moved to nip the air close to his ear. As though suddenly enraptured by the same thought Cicero closed the distance between them. He pressed his head against her shoulder and then nipped at the fur in her neck, then moving along to nibble the fur along her spine while drinking in her scent almost like a love-sick puppy (a thought that pressed at the back of his mind, but somehow didn't seem important at all).
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Relmyna - February 17, 2018
all at once, they had paused; cicero's lips were between her shoulder-blades, and against her better judgement, the evoker closed her eyes. the preening of his teeth was welcome; so long it had been since she had been touched. so long — the threat of a headache began, and relmyna shoved aside her cloying thoughts.
she drew away from cicero for a moment, her eyes meeting his own; the wolfess stepped forward and ran her own lips along his throat; they were no longer playing, her latent hunger roused. and who better than he who had made her who she was?
she drew away from cicero for a moment, her eyes meeting his own; the wolfess stepped forward and ran her own lips along his throat; they were no longer playing, her latent hunger roused. and who better than he who had made her who she was?
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Cicero - February 19, 2018
It seemed that she was enjoying it, but then the closeness was stil broken. For a moment she pulled away from him and his ears perked forward, head tilted in a questioning look. Yet from her face he saw that she was still wanting. A shiver ran down his spine as she ran her lips along his throat and it was evident that their dance was back on, as fiery as ever.
He moved 'along her spine to her backside then, to sniff there, and perhaps in hopes to get some further nonverbal clue that this was what she truly wanted before he would mount.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Relmyna - February 22, 2018
cicero was quick; relmyna's blacktipped ears swiveled to monitor his progression behind her. skin contracting at the feel of his hot breath, the woman was gripped with a sudden shame, but it ebbed from her after a moment. she did not care who saw them, sheogorath and his pet, relmyna and cicero — let the others see what it was to culminate after so long a bond that had begun moons ago.
widening the stance of her forepaws, the evoker swept aside her pale plume and urged the dark brother on with a single low croon.
widening the stance of her forepaws, the evoker swept aside her pale plume and urged the dark brother on with a single low croon.
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Cicero - February 23, 2018
Cicero had never cared for what the world thought and he was not to start now. It did not even occur to him that anyone may see them — let them see, let them think, he did not care, did not think of it. It was only her and her scent that he drunk in. She did not need to urge him on much before he chose to take action. There was a primal growl bubbling in his throat that spoke of his desires for her and though he did not really understand them he allowed them to happen and allowed them to take him over for the moment.
At her silent permission Cicero did not waste time to mount. A foreign feeling for him, for he had done it only once before and then with different intent, in a different situation.. Except, of course, what he had done to Potema but those memories were too wazy for him to remember. His body remembered, however, for he soon found his footing and wrapped paws 'round her middle while laying his head in her neck, where he nipped at the frays of her fur almost lovingly so.
maybe we could fade? or if you want just fast forward to post-sex? i'm never v good at this stuff. ˆˆ'
RE: i am—yet what I am none cares or knows; - Relmyna - February 23, 2018
fading this <3
his entry was not without pleasure, and discomfort; relmyna responded as she bore his weight and later lay alongside him in a snowy glade, half-dazed with her surprise over what had transpired, and soothed by his nearness. cicero's scent filled her awareness; relmyna shyly nuzzled against him, curling her small body against his.
perhaps love had not driven them; perhaps only the desperation of damaged individuals had lent itself to their dance, but the evoker was not dissatisfied. and a fire her primal self recognized flickered beneath her skin. but for now, the pair were silent in their comfort, and soon relmyna closed her eyes beneath the gentle kiss of new-falling snow.
perhaps love had not driven them; perhaps only the desperation of damaged individuals had lent itself to their dance, but the evoker was not dissatisfied. and a fire her primal self recognized flickered beneath her skin. but for now, the pair were silent in their comfort, and soon relmyna closed her eyes beneath the gentle kiss of new-falling snow.