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By the beat of my heart - Blue Willow - July 17, 2014
Blue pushed herself from the den mouth and stood looking around as she stretched much like a cat with front legs down and back and rear up, her tongue lolled out and she shook her pelt free of any debris. Smelling much like one of the herbs that she held in her den, and Atticus she slowly walked towards the plains. Today she felt like hunting so she lay her nose to the ground and followed the scent of a game trail.
Saliva dripped from her maw as she continued on, green eyes were set upon the horizon, occasionally she would stop and sniff to find the scent again. Lowering herself close to the ground she stalked the hare. As she got close enough to it, she pushed off with her back feet and within two bounds her teeth clicked together on the small fragile’s things throat where it’s life blood hummed and she severed the artery, and then grasping it, she carried it back towards the pack lands hoping today she could get Atticus to eat.
As everything changed in the pack lands, blue felt as if she was adrift on a sea of sadness ever constant and over bearing. Atticus was unresponsive her father was dying, but Junior was alive and @Osprey was home and she supposed that was enough good in light of all the bad to make her keep her head up. She smiled sadly, but smiled all the same and decided to bury the hare to come back for later, to try and get her love to eat.
Blue approached the cache, her morning now a little bit darker than it had been and she sighed sadly. Unsure when she could fully feel better she dug and deposited and then she turned towards the borders for a patrol.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Osprey - August 17, 2014
ooc: I am sorry I reply so late to this. All kinds of stuff keep happening to me and don't leave me much time for writing. I will set this few days after Osprey returned (a week ago or so).
Hearing about Atticus' accident was one thing, imagining, what it could be like was the other, but actually seeing him came like a shock to Osprey. Her brother looked like himself and yet his empty gaze, his unresponsive state gave an impression that he was far away from them. Out of reach and no amount of talking to him could snap him out of this odd sleep. After this one meeting she had not returned to him - she hated to admit it, but she was afraid and didn't know, how to act around him. Now - more than ever - she wished that either March Owl or Aether were there to aid her and tell, what was the right thing to do. Because she had no clue.
Osprey had taken advantage of the early morning hours and hunted, while the most of plateau inhabitants were asleep, now she was returning to her den to have a well-deserved nap. However, when she sensed the presence of another morning-dweller, she took a loop in her path and went straight to meet the other person. She slowed her step, when she recognized, who it was, and felt both uncertainty and guilt grasping her heart with icy fingers. Blue willow had a lot on her plate right now and Osprey was not certain, how to approach and talk to her. "Hey!" she greeted the she-wolf in a soft voice. "How are you doing?" she asked with all concern a friend should feel for a friend reflecting on her facial features.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Blue Willow - August 17, 2014
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RE: By the beat of my heart - Osprey - August 20, 2014
Osprey returned Willow's gentle greeting, by nuzzling the fur on her cheek lightly. The healer hadn't changed much, since their last meeting and it was a relief to her, because amidst everything that had happened and what was going on, it was nice to have some solid ground to stand on. Even if it meant a friend you knew well and could rely on. Osprey felt sorry for the girl and the fact that in spite of her experience and knowledge, she couldn't do anything to help Atticus. It must be hard for her, even more so, when so many people expected her to do miracles.
"It's different than I expected - yes," she agreed and added with a smile. "I had a party in mind with unicorns, reindeer and shower of gifts, but there is always Winter Solstice for that." Osprey shrugged, knowing well that this joke was plain awkward and not very funny. "Willow," she began after a little pause, "I want you to know that I appreciate everything you have done for my brother and I don't expect you to do more than in your power. This is a fight Atticus has to do alone."
RE: By the beat of my heart - Blue Willow - August 21, 2014
Blue took the nuzzle in kind, enjoying the touch of a friend, a comfort to her on a dark day. Blue was not one that changed easily, she went along with change yes, but she did not change her own self for anyone or anything. She was what she was a healer, a friend, a sister, a daughter and a leader now added to her list. This whole accident with Atticus was hard on Willow for numerous reasons. The forthright one being that she was in love with him and it hurt to see him so hurt. Another being that everyone by this point expected her to be able to heal everything, because up until now she had healed everything, but this just wasn’t that easy. And in that aspect she felt as if she was letting those closes to him down.
Though the joke was not that funny Blue cracked a smile anyway, pleased that her friend was trying to cheer her up. I’ll have to hunt down a unicorn and a reindeer and some gifts for you then, we don’t want you not to have that homecoming even if it is a whole season away. Willow looked up at her friend and then down sadness on her countenance. I know it is his fight, but that doesn’t make it any easier to watch and not be able to do a thing. I love him Osprey I do not know what you were told, I was to be his and now…now he’s so sick…it hurts, but I am optimistic that he will pull through, he has too much going for him not to do so. If it was permanent he would not be able to eat or walk, but I do not know when it will wear off it could be weeks, months, or years. She grew quiet then but thank you so very much Osprey that makes me feel a little bit better and I am glad you appreciate what I have done, even if it isn’t much but care for him.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Osprey - August 21, 2014
"We can fix that - you know that we promised to have a story-telling evening? A long, long, long time ago?" Osprey reminded, smiling and her tail wagging. This was a deal they had made, when they had first met and discovered their shared love for stories. Several reasons and events had always postponed this and now seemed like the perfect moment. Willow needed a bit of cheering up and to take her mind off her troubles and, what was better than a story? Osprey was not gifted with abilities to heal or deal with difficult and complicated situations (she avoided them, if possible), but she was good at telling stories.
"I know that," she remarked, when Willow told that she was Atticus mate-to-be. Even though that kind of affection and love was still a mystery for her, she could sympathize with her. "Do you want to go for a walk?" she asked her.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Blue Willow - August 22, 2014
Blue Willow chuckled and dipped her muzzle I do remember. Would you like me to tell a story or would you like to tell one? It was a deal they had made seemingly so long ago, but it wasn’t, not really that long ago. Blue was opposite of Osprey, often handling the complicated situations with grace and poise, or at least doing her best to do so anyway.
Blue chuckled, I’m sorry I’m just not sure what you were told and not told on your return. And I would love a walk. Amelie is inside she can care for Atticus until we return. She then motioned for her friend to lead the way.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Osprey - September 06, 2014
"Oh, Peregrine gave a shorter version of comings and goings here, but detailed enough," Osprey informed Blue willow and smiled, thus assuring her that if she didn't wish to talk about her personal life, the grey she-wolf perfectly understood it and respected the other's private life. "Amelie - is it the same kid that was staying with you, when I lived in your den?" she vaguely recalled seeing a black puppy there, but couldn't tell much of anything else.
"Let's go," she agreed and followed side by side Willow. "Well, I am hosting the party, therefore the guest should have the first hand," she winked and prepared to listen, eager to hear, what the healer had to tell.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Blue Willow - September 06, 2014
Blue chucukled Yes Amelie, I adopted her in a way. I consider her my own daughter, she is a good girl, though young and headstrong. She'll be making her own way in the world sooner than i like to think about. She smiled softly, she was pleased that Amelie was growing up so well, but it still made her a little sad that she was growing so fast. You look very healthy now my friend. She grew silent again and thought of a good story, then she smiled and began.
Heron and Hummingbird were very good friends, even though one was tall and gangly and awkward and one was small and sleek and fast. She made the motions to show one big and one small. They both loved to eat fish. The Hummingbird preferred small fish like minnows and Heron liked the large ones. Again she used her paws to show size differences.
She tapped her paw to her muzzle like she was thinking One day, Hummingbird said to his friend: "I am not sure there are enough fish in the world for both of our kind to eat. Why don't we have a race to see which of us should own the fish?"
Heron thought that was a very good idea. They decided that they would race for four days. The finish line was an old dead tree next to a far-away river. Whichever of them sat on top of the tree first on the fourth day of the race would own all the fish in the world.
They started out the next morning. The Hummingbird zipped along, flying around and around the Heron, who was moving steadily forward, flapping his giant wings. Then Hummingbird would be distracted by the pretty flowers along the way. He would flit from one to the other, tasting the nectar. When Hummingbird noticed that Heron was ahead of him, he hurried to catch up with him, zooming ahead as fast as he could, and leaving Heron far behind. Heron just kept flying steadily forward, flapping his giant wings.
Hummingbird was tired from all his flitting. When it got dark, he decided to rest. He found a nice spot to perch and slept all night long. But Heron just kept flying steadily forward all night long, flapping his giant wings.
When Hummingbird woke in the morning, Heron was far ahead. Hummingbird had to fly as fast as he could to catch up. He zoomed past the big, awkward Heron and kept going until Heron had disappeared behind him. Then Hummingbird noticed some pretty flowers nearby. He zip-zipped over to them and tasted their nectar. He was enjoying the pretty scenery and didn't notice Heron flap-flapping passed him with his great wings.
Hummingbird finally remembered that he was racing with Heron, and flew as fast as he could to catch up with the big, awkward bird. Then he zipped along, flying around and around the Heron, who kept moving steadily forward, flapping his giant wings.
For two more days, the Hummingbird and the Heron raced toward the far-distant riverbank with the dead tree that was the finish line. Hummingbird had a marvelous time sipping nectar and flitting among the flowers and resting himself at night. Heron stoically kept up a steady flap-flap-flapping of his giant wings, propelling himself forward through the air all day and all night.
Hummingbird woke from his sleep the morning of the fourth day, refreshed and invigorated. He flew zip-zip toward the riverbank with its dead tree. When it came into view, he saw Heron perched at the top of the tree! Heron had won the race by flying straight and steady through the night while Hummingbird slept.
So from that day forward, the Heron has owned all the fish in the rivers and lakes, and the Hummingbird has sipped from the nectar of the many flowers which he enjoyed so much during the race.
SOurce: http://americanfolklore.net/folklore/2010/09/heron_and_the_hummingbird.html
RE: By the beat of my heart - Osprey - September 08, 2014
Not only was Osprey a reasonably good and proud storyteller, she was also an enthusiastic listener. No matter, how great or horrible the story was, she found beauty in every one of them. She sat quietly, her gaze fixed on Willow's muzzle, but her eyes wore a far-off expression. As if she was seeing something others could not, which was true. She saw vividly images of heron and hummingbird competing, could hear their voices, catch smell of the flowers and listened to the rush of the river. Osprey was there, completely immersed in the story - an observer, an actor, switching roles between the two lead characters.
It was a while after Blue Willow had finished her story, that Osprey slowly came back to the reality. Her eyes were still dreamy and her expression reflected the inner joy she felt, for at that moment she had traveled through time and space and had seen something other's hadn't. Imagination was a wonderful gift and she had plenty of it. Osprey blinked few times, shook her head lightly and then looked up at her friend brightly: "This was wonderful!" There wasn't much more to say. "My turn, I guess. Name five words that come to your mind and I will make up a story for you," she said with a glint of excitement for a new challenge in her voice.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Blue Willow - September 08, 2014
Blue wished all were as enthusiastic listeners as Osprey, it would make for more fun. SHe loved to tell stories, especially for young ones, when she could act out the parts and be one with the story. That is what her father had called it. And if you were really good like her parents were you could tell the story from two different perspectives one would do one and the other the other, but it had been so long since she had done that...
Blue chuckled and a glint of amusement and folly were in her gaze. Very well let's see.....hmmm Flittery blidget, Flutter budget, Fairy. They were technically five words and she giggled.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Osprey - September 08, 2014
Blue willow's choice of words was unusual, because Osprey couldn't tell for sure, if "blidget" or "budget" were actual words with certain meanings or if they were something her friend had come up with at this very moment. This was not an easy task, but there was nothing else she loved more than a good challenge. She was sure to tackle it, as she always did.
"Give me a minute," she told Willow and closed her eyes. She focused hard on the words, played with them a little, added some things she had heard today and connected them with events and stories she had heard in the past. Then, when the first images appeared before her eyes, a smile appeared in her lips.
Osprey's green eyes briefly met Willow's emerald ones and then she began:
"There was once a mother wolf and her cub. The spring had come late that year, therefore the cub was the only one left and was loved and cherished by her. They spent their days in happiness and it seemed that there was no evil that could tear them apart.
However - unbeknownst to them there were someone watching them from the depths of the forest. The creature most beautiful and powerful, it could have the whole world to it's feet, yet it couldn't have one thing and these were children. It was the Fairy Queen herself. The more she watched the mother and her cub, the stronger the sorrow grew, until it transformed itself in envy, which was followed by greed.
One day, when the mother had left her cub in a safe place and gone hunting in the woods, Fairy Queen mimicked the mother wolf's voice and lured the kid out of the den. There she enchanted it and took it to her realm. The mother wolf returned a little too late to catch the Fairy, but soon enough to catch her scent and follow her.
It took quite a long time before the mother wolf was standing at the Fairy realm's gate and pleaded Fairy to return her kid. Queen's heart was not from stone, therefore she let the mother in and faced her. Yet she didn't want to give the child back, for, who was the mother wolf to take from the Queen? Therefore she offered her a deal - if the mother did three tasks, the cub would return to her. If she failed, it would stay with the fairies.
The mother had a brave heart and she accepted the quests.
"Find me a person superior in beauty, magic and wisdom to me!" she requested. The mother wolf thought a little and took her to see the stars in the night. "Each star is a soul of a living being. A life well lived is beauty, the soul's journey to the sky is magic and a story each of it has to tell is wisdom. It bears secrets of the past, present and future,"she explained. The Queen didn't like the fact, but was a fair creature and agreed that the first quest was done.
"Tell me, what withstands every storm and thunder, what gives one the greatest strength and what is the greatest weakness all the same?" the Queen asked. The mother wolf didn't have to think for long: "It is mother's love for her child. It gives her strength and determination to fight a beast far greater and stronger. It gives her power to love and care for her child no matter what happens or is done. It destroys her, if the child is lost and yet it helps her move on again."
The Queen was impressed, yet she didn't want to give up just yet, therefore after thinking a little while she said: "There are many curious things in the world. Bring me flittery blidget, flutter budget, flattery badget." The mother wolf's face changed, realizing that this would be a quest she would not be able to fulfill, yet she was desperate to get her child back and agreed to bring it in a week's time.
She traveled long and far, visited many wise wolves, but no one knew of such thing. On the eve of the sixth day she came to a clearing and lied down sobbing, knowing that she had failed and she would never see her child again. However after a while she heard a distant tinkling noise, laughter and cheerful voices speaking. She lifted her head and looked around.
There in the forest she spotted a cloud of pinkish white mist and the closer she got, the louder voices grew. Finally she was near enough to see thousand little flickering lights flashing in the mist, laughing, talking and singing. Mesmerized by the sight she asked, what it was. And a choir of thousand tiny voices replied: "Flittery blidget, flutter budget, flattery badget." The mother wolf was surprised, but her heart was filled with hope. She told it her story and asked it to come with her.
On the night of the seventh day the mother wolf entered Fairy Queen's realm with the magical cloud of mist trailing along and the deeper they went in the forest, the bigger it grew, the louder the voices became. "I have brought you what you asked for," the mother wolf said to the Queen, who was staring at her in disbelief. The very next moment the cloud of mist had covered her and there she was laughing, singing and dancing with the little lights. Faster and faster until she turned in the mist herself and disappeared along with the realm.
The mother wolf and her cub were united again and what happened to them later is another story. However, the legends tell that on clear nights one can hear the cheerful singing voices and, if lucky enough, see the Fairy Queen dancing in the mist."
RE: By the beat of my heart - Blue Willow - September 10, 2014
Blue smiled at her, that was a beautiful story and you were definitely up for the challenge. She wagged her tail happily, that had been some true talent. It as not everyone that could come up with a story on the fly like that. Not even Blue could do that she didn't think, she had never tried. Her stories were passed down from years of myths and legends most of the time she couldn't even tell you where it originated from.
So tell me Osprey did you find some many adventures on your trip to look for crete? She grew quiet and studied her friend, hoping that her adventures had not caused her any pain.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Osprey - September 10, 2014
Osprey beamed in the light of Willow's compliment. She usually didn't expect any kind of praise for her stories, yet it always made you feel good that someone else had liked the story. "By the way - this is my gift to you," she said, "You can keep it and pass it on, if you wish." Osprey rarely told one story twice, yet she enjoyed the idea that her tale could be passed on to the next generation. The purpose of the story was to bring joy and there was no better way of doing it than telling it to others.
"Well... they weren't as turbulent as life here," she said, implying all the events that had happened in those eight weeks, while she had been away. "And yes - I had some adventures, even though I didn't find the one thing I had been looking for," Osprey smiled, thinking of the irony.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Blue Willow - September 11, 2014
Blue chuckled at her friends large beaming smile. I'll probably do both. Thank you for that gift. It's one of the best kinds. Blue enjoyed stories of all kinds. They made her feel better or bad days, and they helped her celebrate on really good days.
Blue let her air out in a huff, Yes things have been...ah...rather interesting while you've been away. She shook her head that was saying the least really. The last few months had been absolutely terrifying, grief striking, and hard. But they had survived, they were still there. She sighed I'm sorry Osprey. I wish you could have found him.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Osprey - September 12, 2014
"Well..." Osprey said thoughtfully and looked down at her toes briefly, "in the end it didn't matter that much as I had thought." There was a tinge of guilt in the way she had said that, yet a little voice in her head told her spitefully that wherever Crete was now, he didn't feel guilty about leaving them. If he had... he would have said "goodbye" at least.
"I needed to find myself again," she said, now focusing her gaze at a point located somewhere at Blue Willow's forehead. "And I did. I am well... for now at least," she shrugged, looking a little uneasy.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Blue Willow - September 15, 2014
I apologize in advance if this post makes no sense I'm sicker than a dog and a little foggy.
Blue smiled and spoke softly We will always strive to do more for our families than we need to, and we will always feel guilty when we fall short of doing the very best for them. It is okay, and it did matter to you and that is all that matters. She grew quiet, she did not want her friend to feel bad about not finding him. She had done her best she was sure and sometimes are best wasn't good enough.
Blue chuckled I think we need to find ourselves more than once. There are so many things in life that make us want a change and it changes us. And as we grow we need ot find ourselves again. Circle of life really.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Osprey - September 15, 2014
ooc: don't you worry and get well. I am a little tired this evening and catch myself making typos all the time. :D Fade out in the next post and have another thread soon? I like, how relationship develops between these two.
"Very true indeed," Osprey agreed after a moment of silence, when she thought over, what Willow had said. She remembered of a story she had once been told, where a lot of horrible things had happened - she didn't like it, but the ending had been very beautiful. "Take my hand and I will lead you back to yourself." She thought and smiled.
"Would you like to go to the river?" she changed the subject. "The weather is nice," she looked up at the sun, who was peeking through the thick blanket of clouds. "And I think we both deserve some sunbathing. Won't be able to do that for quite some time later," Osprey quirked an eyebrow and waited for Willow's answer.
RE: By the beat of my heart - Blue Willow - September 16, 2014
Yes works for me :D and I do too
Blue had been told countless stories over her short life span. Stories that were full of trials and tribulations only to have a happy ending. There were even a few that had a sad ending, but usually happy.
Blue chuckled, but was never the less pleased at the change in topic. She was tired of dwelling on unpleasant things lately. A sunbathe and some fresh water would do the trick. yes let's do that. She turned and headed towards the river, looking back and waiting for her friend to catch up.