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take off your silver spurs - Kipling - February 26, 2015
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What a travesty! She couldn’t believe she’d end up here out of all places. Lord knows, everything around the Wilds was somewhat shabby, probably the reason why this was such a hotspot for life. But the thriving beauty of the wilds only served to make her more upset, grinding her fangs to stifle a shriek of rage. It didn’t matter, all this place did was remind her of her failures. She hated that mountain! Her eyes shifting violently to gaze at the Sunspire as if she could knock it down or set it on fire by looks alone.
If we attempted to chip away Kipling’s train of thought, Sunspire really hadn’t done much harm to her. In fact she had left the mountain pack by choice, despite suffering a few (though not any severe) unpleasantries from the inhabitants. But she’d abandoned her home for greener pastures and what a food she’d been to do so. Her thoughts drifted to Rodrigo and the fur along her spine lifted. “Fuck you, mountain!” She barked with a surge of indignation, her maw wrinkling, “Fuck you, tree!” Now she was really going at it, “And fuck you, bird!” That crow took off faster than she could finish the sentence, which certainly was smart because she felt like sinking her teeth in something.
But her fangs merely snapped recklessly in the air, the area was very much barren. Only the lapping of water below the ridge met her ears, and she marched towards the edge to gaze down at the lake. At once the puffed up princess deflated, and choked back a sob grating her throat and swelling her chest. “Oh… what’s the point…?” She murmured. She wanted too much out of life really, and selfishly she considered that maybe she really wasn’t cut-out for all this struggle and hardship. Perhaps it would be easier just let go, and the thought swayed her to edge vicariously close to the end of the cliff blinking down at the lake.
RE: take off your silver spurs - Nanuka - February 27, 2015
The startled cries of a crow drew the dark males eye's to the sky, he tracked it as it winged it's way into the distance. As the dark avian disappeared, Nanuk trod swiftly to the place it had taken off from. Something must have angered or scared it, and he aimed to find out what it was. An angry voice came to him through the trees, and he slowed his pace, wary. Was it wise to investigate after all? The male shrugged and moved onward. Any company was better then none...he hoped.
His paws led him to a rocky clearing, and the source of the cries, a beautiful, angry fae. He stopped, hidden from her, and contemplated going forward and greeting her. An angst ridden voice propelled him into the clearing, a little bit of alarm in his eyes.
"...whats the point..."
She stood precariously on the edge of a steep cliff, directly below it a lake. He knew that a fall like that would kill her, for water turned hard as rock if you fell from high enough. He resisted the urge to pull her back to safety, instead sat, nonthreatening, a little distance away. "Don't jump." he said in a soft voice he had not used in a long time.
RE: take off your silver spurs - Jace - February 28, 2015
Hope it's okay for him to jump in too
Jace hadn't heard or seen Kipling in some time and he wondered about her every now and again. Though not as much as he should. He had liked her, got along with her. She had left before Ferdie and all the others left. He wondered if she ever thought of them, or if she was safe.
It was on such a day that he was reflecting on those long since gone, whether dead or missing. He wondered about the babies, and their mother. He wondered about Ferdie and Kipling and Nightingale, he wondered about the quiet male who had hated Ferdie. Though his name escaped him, ah yes Fang. He too was gone to the wind.
As he walked he heard a voice, then another and he followed it. His brow knitted together quickly and he chuffed gently. He's right Kipling. Don't jump.
He held his tail neutral and his blue eyes assessed the two before him. Had it been a much less serious moment, he would have been pleased to see her. However, at the moment he thought that perhaps serious was how he should stay.