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The night was cool; unseasonably so for the middling season. Perhaps the daytime was warmer, but Olive did not know — she had become a nocturnal creature, spending the day curled around her blossoming puppies and doing nothing more than sleeping. They were nearly a month old and growing like weeds, developing little voices and little personalities…. and as much as it enraptured the mother, it saddened her. The babes, one the color of smoke and the other of burnt embers, they were so young to have experienced so many hardships. The four of them were utterly exhausted; so wasted both physically and emotionally that all they could do was sleep.
and Olive could find no evidence that she wasn’t at fault for every single one of those hardships, no matter how many times she pored over the evidence.
Just as she spent the daytime asleep with her family, the misted druid spent her nights alone. Truthfully, alone was the last thing she was, but her company of choice were the stars and planet and constellations that shimmered in the sky and illuminated their mountainous landscape. Their entire zeitgeist shifted when the sun set and the moon rose high and Olive found that is was here that she operated best. The moon strengthened the waif, and though the celestial body was currently waning into its own newness, Olive found much pleasure in its company. During the night, the stillness of the earth was reflected in her own the calming of her own heart and mind and the lamb was able to find some semblance of repose. The night concealed and comforted her while the day illuminated and challenged.
Not to mention, the softness of the dark obscured the visibility of the scar upon her face; the one that ran across her cheek and down her muzzle… a parting gift from the necromancers of the Blackfeather Woods. Olive liked it better when others could gaze upon her and not be reminded of her transgressions, manifested into the pink mark across her pretty visage.
Just so, the mother sat upon the edge of the mountain that night, looking out into the inkstand valleys and crevices that splayed out before her — all the while, attempting to quell the anguish and anxiety simmering in her belly.
[/td][/tr][/table]and Olive could find no evidence that she wasn’t at fault for every single one of those hardships, no matter how many times she pored over the evidence.
Just as she spent the daytime asleep with her family, the misted druid spent her nights alone. Truthfully, alone was the last thing she was, but her company of choice were the stars and planet and constellations that shimmered in the sky and illuminated their mountainous landscape. Their entire zeitgeist shifted when the sun set and the moon rose high and Olive found that is was here that she operated best. The moon strengthened the waif, and though the celestial body was currently waning into its own newness, Olive found much pleasure in its company. During the night, the stillness of the earth was reflected in her own the calming of her own heart and mind and the lamb was able to find some semblance of repose. The night concealed and comforted her while the day illuminated and challenged.
Not to mention, the softness of the dark obscured the visibility of the scar upon her face; the one that ran across her cheek and down her muzzle… a parting gift from the necromancers of the Blackfeather Woods. Olive liked it better when others could gaze upon her and not be reminded of her transgressions, manifested into the pink mark across her pretty visage.
Just so, the mother sat upon the edge of the mountain that night, looking out into the inkstand valleys and crevices that splayed out before her — all the while, attempting to quell the anguish and anxiety simmering in her belly.
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
April 18, 2017, 01:32 PM
Olive wasn't the same, he wasn't the same, nobodyb was the same anymore. The thoughts rang through his mind over and over again, endless streams of fear inducing thoughts.Deep in his bones he could sense something was wrong, something was going to happen. As his children lay curled against one another asleep, their small breaths and snores making his heart pang with grief for the missing child, he stood up to go to her. His wife, his woman, his everything he tracked her scent to the edge of the mountains and paused as he looked at her. The moons beams hit her pale pelt in the prettiest way and for the shortest yet most pleasurable moment in a while he felt himself relax. She was ever so beautiful as she gazed upon the stars and Dakarai gave a small chuff to announce his presence.
Moving forward he placed a kiss upon her scarred cheek, not allowing the blasted mark to deter him in his displays of affection. The heat from her body drew him closer and he nibbled at the spot behind her ears, and down her neck. He desired her at this moment beneath the stars, wanted to show her that no matter what had happened he still wanted her in every way. Maybe it would relax them both enough for them to return to the children and sleep side by side for a while. Growling softly he licked at her fur nipping down her spine "Olive....I love you..." the words were so simple as he brushed his cheek against her back his blue eyes staring at the back of her head imploringly.
Moving forward he placed a kiss upon her scarred cheek, not allowing the blasted mark to deter him in his displays of affection. The heat from her body drew him closer and he nibbled at the spot behind her ears, and down her neck. He desired her at this moment beneath the stars, wanted to show her that no matter what had happened he still wanted her in every way. Maybe it would relax them both enough for them to return to the children and sleep side by side for a while. Growling softly he licked at her fur nipping down her spine "Olive....I love you..." the words were so simple as he brushed his cheek against her back his blue eyes staring at the back of her head imploringly.
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He was there. The moonstruck druid could feel him before she saw him; knew him by the way the earth shook and trembled when he walked. Her husband had a weighty presence and that’s what the lamb loved about him — the way she felt swathed in his gravitational pull before her eau-de-nil eyes could look upon him. Then, how she could feel him closer still before she could glance at his chiseled jawline and imposing frame. In reality, the sylph never saw him at all; his pelt of crushed, black velvet melded into the darkness of the night and the vacuity of that mountainside. He was a whisper in time, magical and fleeting.
What did she need sight of him for, when his very touch ignited a kaleidoscope of vivid colors and obtuse shapes in her mind? The energetic picture they painted, together, was far more beautiful than the dying, pestilent world in which they lived. Olive knew her lover, knew their souls were intertwined — sometimes she entertained thoughts that the pale fae and the swarthy brute were, billions of years ago, once part of the same celestial body... but since them, scattered to the eons. They had reignited with such force that the earth shook from its axis and set off a series of karmic precedents — each one a disaster in their own right, no matter how small. She now understood the role she played in the world's chaos... and it gave her great guilt to cause harm to the ones she loved. Despite that, here he was, stirring love deep within her breast. How could she still feel such a sense of divine felicity, when the pursuit of that very feeling had caused so many hardships? The upheaval of teaghlaigh, the thieving of her firstborn, the exhausted and weakened state of the entire family — it could all be blamed on her own avarice.
Olive was certain that she was never meant to be a wife; attachment was not the way to achieve true nirvana, all the sage astronomers had said. Of course, the paragon of wolfkind, Dakarai, had easily convinced her otherwise. At first, the world had made so much sense [why would she turn away discarnate oneness when it stared her in her hollow, scarred face?] but now, she knew. The stars — they had told many, many times before but her heretical thoughts and actions veiled the messages; concealed from her third eye. Now, she knew.
At first, Dakarai said nothing and the silence was reassuring. There was no need for words right then; so many things had been spoken; so many arguments beaten to death — when it was just her and Dakarai [and all the filfth had been washed from their hands] words needn’t exist. A world of just her, just her mate… yes, that indeed would be divine.
“I…”
The problem was that they were confined to their physical bodies, tied to the planet and made to interact with others. There would never be a world where they could exist together, in their divine perfection, and not shake the existence of everyone around him. However, the physical bodies which confined them so also gave them the means to more… corporeal pleasures. Dakarai’s mouth nibbled a familiar trail [behind her ear, down her neck, to the very top of spine and between her withers], eliciting a small, gasping breath from the lamb. She closed her eyes and received his touches fully. Even the simplest of his ministrations enraptured her, and she found she couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't thing and most certainly couldn’t remember her spiritual revelation. It was a concern lost to the wind, at the behest of the dark man’s lingering touch.
“You—“
Then she fell silent, her voice and thoughts completely silence by the metronome of Dakarai’s cosseting.
[/td][/tr][/table]What did she need sight of him for, when his very touch ignited a kaleidoscope of vivid colors and obtuse shapes in her mind? The energetic picture they painted, together, was far more beautiful than the dying, pestilent world in which they lived. Olive knew her lover, knew their souls were intertwined — sometimes she entertained thoughts that the pale fae and the swarthy brute were, billions of years ago, once part of the same celestial body... but since them, scattered to the eons. They had reignited with such force that the earth shook from its axis and set off a series of karmic precedents — each one a disaster in their own right, no matter how small. She now understood the role she played in the world's chaos... and it gave her great guilt to cause harm to the ones she loved. Despite that, here he was, stirring love deep within her breast. How could she still feel such a sense of divine felicity, when the pursuit of that very feeling had caused so many hardships? The upheaval of teaghlaigh, the thieving of her firstborn, the exhausted and weakened state of the entire family — it could all be blamed on her own avarice.
Olive was certain that she was never meant to be a wife; attachment was not the way to achieve true nirvana, all the sage astronomers had said. Of course, the paragon of wolfkind, Dakarai, had easily convinced her otherwise. At first, the world had made so much sense [why would she turn away discarnate oneness when it stared her in her hollow, scarred face?] but now, she knew. The stars — they had told many, many times before but her heretical thoughts and actions veiled the messages; concealed from her third eye. Now, she knew.
At first, Dakarai said nothing and the silence was reassuring. There was no need for words right then; so many things had been spoken; so many arguments beaten to death — when it was just her and Dakarai [and all the filfth had been washed from their hands] words needn’t exist. A world of just her, just her mate… yes, that indeed would be divine.
“I…”
The problem was that they were confined to their physical bodies, tied to the planet and made to interact with others. There would never be a world where they could exist together, in their divine perfection, and not shake the existence of everyone around him. However, the physical bodies which confined them so also gave them the means to more… corporeal pleasures. Dakarai’s mouth nibbled a familiar trail [behind her ear, down her neck, to the very top of spine and between her withers], eliciting a small, gasping breath from the lamb. She closed her eyes and received his touches fully. Even the simplest of his ministrations enraptured her, and she found she couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't thing and most certainly couldn’t remember her spiritual revelation. It was a concern lost to the wind, at the behest of the dark man’s lingering touch.
“You—“
Then she fell silent, her voice and thoughts completely silence by the metronome of Dakarai’s cosseting.
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
April 19, 2017, 08:20 PM
Giving a quick lick to the base of her tail Dakarai pulled away and sat down in front of her. Looking at his wife with a deep and searching gaze he leaned forward and licked her lips warmly before running his nose along the soft downy fur of her cheeks. The gasp excited him,comforted him, and urged him onward and so he licked beneath her chin nudging her head up toward the sky so that he could place slow heated kisses to her throat.
When she began to speak he paused, his ears flicking with nervousness and doubt. Maybe he had chosen the wrong time to do thidps, maybe for now she just needed to speak,to vent, and so Dakarai stepped back. "yes my love?" he urged her to continuem his blue eyes scanning her face with concern.
When she began to speak he paused, his ears flicking with nervousness and doubt. Maybe he had chosen the wrong time to do thidps, maybe for now she just needed to speak,to vent, and so Dakarai stepped back. "yes my love?" he urged her to continuem his blue eyes scanning her face with concern.
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One moment the dark man was upon her and the next he wasn’t — almost instantly, Olive was struck with the want of him. Dakarai pulled away and she was left breathless; the tender flesh of her neck, which had been the divine recipient of his osculation, suddenly felt bare against the wind and she tucked it away underneath the downturn of her chin. Through half lidded eyes, the woman was made to look upon him as the hulking male backed away; a spectre with a most chivalrous demeanor. He was too good; too good for her, and too good for this world that constantly struck out and hurt him.
Olive hated to admit that she had been the cause of even a moment of his sadness. A wife should not cause her husband so much grief, if she caused any at all! Yet, despite that, Dakarai gave her everything. Gave her his respect, his protection, his children, gave her a new home and a new pack — a new start. But he trusted her far too much with something so fragile. The fae was a woman not destined for love; and now she understood that her providence lay elsewhere. It lay in the earth and the sun and the sky, and in the stars most of all, and in the ocean and in the energetic world not visible to their naked eye. The prophet had been given a divine gift and it needed to be nurtured.
Love, this love… it was a distraction.
And for that reason she was glad Dakarai withdrew his caresses, but her body called out to him with a ferocity that only disconsolate sorrow could beget. She knew that, together, they would ignite and burn out — and that nothing but ashes would result — but it could not quell the poignant tugging low in her belly. She wanted to burn; wanted to burn with him. He was her husband, the only being in the world who would give his life for her own and, and… and to hell with the gods when something felt so right!
The sylph closed the distance between with several featherlight steps — her king was much taller than her, so the top of her creamy maw met his chin and she pushed forward, cheek to cheek, and rested with her mouth just below his velveteen ear. She could say nothing; dared not say a word lest she lose the fleeting happiness she was experiencing. Instead of producing words, her lips took to nibbling at the fine furs, letting her sweet breath flutter against his ear. Her body trembled against his, and she begged him, pleaded with him, to cloak her in his aegis and take her under his protection. Dakarai and Olive, against the world; finding evil and then declaring war upon it. They were simply made to be.
[/td][/tr][/table]Olive hated to admit that she had been the cause of even a moment of his sadness. A wife should not cause her husband so much grief, if she caused any at all! Yet, despite that, Dakarai gave her everything. Gave her his respect, his protection, his children, gave her a new home and a new pack — a new start. But he trusted her far too much with something so fragile. The fae was a woman not destined for love; and now she understood that her providence lay elsewhere. It lay in the earth and the sun and the sky, and in the stars most of all, and in the ocean and in the energetic world not visible to their naked eye. The prophet had been given a divine gift and it needed to be nurtured.
Love, this love… it was a distraction.
And for that reason she was glad Dakarai withdrew his caresses, but her body called out to him with a ferocity that only disconsolate sorrow could beget. She knew that, together, they would ignite and burn out — and that nothing but ashes would result — but it could not quell the poignant tugging low in her belly. She wanted to burn; wanted to burn with him. He was her husband, the only being in the world who would give his life for her own and, and… and to hell with the gods when something felt so right!
The sylph closed the distance between with several featherlight steps — her king was much taller than her, so the top of her creamy maw met his chin and she pushed forward, cheek to cheek, and rested with her mouth just below his velveteen ear. She could say nothing; dared not say a word lest she lose the fleeting happiness she was experiencing. Instead of producing words, her lips took to nibbling at the fine furs, letting her sweet breath flutter against his ear. Her body trembled against his, and she begged him, pleaded with him, to cloak her in his aegis and take her under his protection. Dakarai and Olive, against the world; finding evil and then declaring war upon it. They were simply made to be.
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
April 22, 2017, 12:38 AM
o.o im confused but hopeful yet scared. is it still going down?
Dakarai watched the parade of emotions fly across her face, and his eyes softened. He said nothing more but simply waited for her to come to him, and when she did he leaned into her touch. Her sweet nibbles at his ear and her breath tickling his fur caused a great stirring in his groin, so he stood up and licked both her cheeks, her eyelids, the skin between her eyes. He kissed every inch of her beautiful face even the pink scarring from that horrid bitch from those Blackfeather fuckers.
He kissed her neck and nibbled behind her neck,down her spine and when he reached her tail he trailed his lips down the feathery appendage.Nosing his way beneath her tail he ran his nose down her legs one at a time, kissing the hock of the knee. "The gods...they test us. they want us to prove our love is true, so they put us through things thst would seperate anyone else. but they also led us herr to a safe place, they kept Aries and Cassiopeia in their bodies. We have been through much, but still have alot" his words were quick as he nuzzled the soft fur of her rear end, and as he finished his speech he ran his tongue along the flesh of her sensitive area.
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Her heart caught fire as he answered her plea with a barrage of kisses, placed upon all the parts of her face; from her narrowset cheekbones to the slender length of her paw, to her petallike eyelids and velour forehead, gently heated by the fever he stirred within her. Her mind ceased any cognitive function and she felt his sweet tongue push against her visage and cleanse her, body and soul. A deep rumble of velleity rolled from within her chest; her knight always knew what she wanted, always knew how to heal her hurts — because they were one, written into the stars from the cataclysmic dawn of time.
But the stars were wont to change their mind, as Olive had come to understand.
The wraith sunk lower and lower into his sands, her soul enveloped tightly within Dakarai’s very being. The man, her husband, nibbled down her spine and elicited a catlike arch from her waifish form — the wolfess was all-feeling, every nerve in her body light and burning… just as she had wanted. She had him so many times, yet the lamb wanted Dakarai more and more and again and again; her instincts didn’t know any better; they did not have to answer to higher reasoning. It felt so requisite to indulge in them. Oh, she loved him — would never stop loving him.
Her body buzzed with lascivious energy as her lothario created a hot trail down the backs of her hocks and up again. Dakarai spoke and Olive so wished he wouldn’t; his words were drunken rambles [she was known to do the same] but were composed of half-truths that were impossible to ignore. It was for the same reason that she had refused to speak, could not will her vocal cords to form words, because in the face of divine veracity she would certainly crumble. And she did crumble — she would crumble — but at that moment her constitution was held together by Dakarai’s beloved, libidinous tongue.
“It is all so… delicate.” she purred, willowy hind legs splayed slightly and set aquiver. The druid spoke not of herself [delicate as she was in such a heightened state] but the fragility of their temporal existence; how the universe gave and took as it pleased, how no one escaped the karmic justice of the universal forces — no matter how perfect or special they believed themselves to be. ”We must protect it,” she gasped at his touch. The woman knew her words would likely fall on deaf ears, and as much as she knew she wanted this to continue and she wanted her dark king one last time, she knew to do so would cause Dakarai infinite pain. She couldn’t lead him on, yet her inspired such desire within her. For the moment being, she left the next move in Dakarai’s hands.
[/td][/tr][/table]But the stars were wont to change their mind, as Olive had come to understand.
The wraith sunk lower and lower into his sands, her soul enveloped tightly within Dakarai’s very being. The man, her husband, nibbled down her spine and elicited a catlike arch from her waifish form — the wolfess was all-feeling, every nerve in her body light and burning… just as she had wanted. She had him so many times, yet the lamb wanted Dakarai more and more and again and again; her instincts didn’t know any better; they did not have to answer to higher reasoning. It felt so requisite to indulge in them. Oh, she loved him — would never stop loving him.
Her body buzzed with lascivious energy as her lothario created a hot trail down the backs of her hocks and up again. Dakarai spoke and Olive so wished he wouldn’t; his words were drunken rambles [she was known to do the same] but were composed of half-truths that were impossible to ignore. It was for the same reason that she had refused to speak, could not will her vocal cords to form words, because in the face of divine veracity she would certainly crumble. And she did crumble — she would crumble — but at that moment her constitution was held together by Dakarai’s beloved, libidinous tongue.
“It is all so… delicate.” she purred, willowy hind legs splayed slightly and set aquiver. The druid spoke not of herself [delicate as she was in such a heightened state] but the fragility of their temporal existence; how the universe gave and took as it pleased, how no one escaped the karmic justice of the universal forces — no matter how perfect or special they believed themselves to be. ”We must protect it,” she gasped at his touch. The woman knew her words would likely fall on deaf ears, and as much as she knew she wanted this to continue and she wanted her dark king one last time, she knew to do so would cause Dakarai infinite pain. She couldn’t lead him on, yet her inspired such desire within her. For the moment being, she left the next move in Dakarai’s hands.
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
April 22, 2017, 05:06 PM
Dakarai heard her ramblings but he chose to remain silent, for he needed her beneath the stars. His tongue swept out to caress the center of her desire, the core of their passion. He tasted her like fine wine, and found himself drunk on thst one taste. He loved her so much, his heart could never go to another like it had to Olive. He groaned softly his body already trembling with the sheer instinctual desire to mount her at that moment.
But even drunk on her scent and taste, on the feeling of her body against his he could tell something was wrong. It nagged at the back of his mind, it told him to stop and ask her what was wrong but his body rebelled. His body told him to continue, to have them both be lost in a tangle of pants and moans and forget the pain they both shared.
Nuzzling against her he chose the right thing and pulled away, panting slightly "Tell me whats wrong my love. I can feel your pain like it is my own" he said resting his chin on her back. The fear was back again and his pulse leapt into his throat, for he genuinely felt afraid of what she was to say. It was as if the universe was telling him something was wrong here, that something bad was going to happen.
But even drunk on her scent and taste, on the feeling of her body against his he could tell something was wrong. It nagged at the back of his mind, it told him to stop and ask her what was wrong but his body rebelled. His body told him to continue, to have them both be lost in a tangle of pants and moans and forget the pain they both shared.
Nuzzling against her he chose the right thing and pulled away, panting slightly "Tell me whats wrong my love. I can feel your pain like it is my own" he said resting his chin on her back. The fear was back again and his pulse leapt into his throat, for he genuinely felt afraid of what she was to say. It was as if the universe was telling him something was wrong here, that something bad was going to happen.
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The man pleasured her in a way that whisked her to another world; the current one surrendered to a deep sense of belonging and solitude. The lamb squeezed her eyes shut and bit the tender inside of her cheek as Dakarai roused her soul higher and higher. She felt his presence against her body, could feel the ardor that manifested unbidden between them — it was the only thing she could feel and it was the only thing she ever wanted to feel, and soon a whine leaked from between her lips that evinced her pleasure but, to an unseeing wolf, could have easily been mistaken for sadness.
But soon, her jig was soon up.
Dakarai withdrew his desires and placed his chin upon her rump, and she was certain he could feel the aphrodisiac energy still trembling within her flesh. No, the wraith didn’t want to talk — she wanted to feel Dakarai sweep his strong arms beneath her and draw her into his coital embrace; to forget all their woes and betrayals, to preform the one act that they had control over. But her mate’s tongue stowed away behind his lips and instead asked about her pain. At first, Olive did not respond but shut her eyes tighter; and when she eventually reopened her eyes, she found they were wet with tears.
“Oh, my king” Olive hung her head and released a deep, shaky breath. “The gods do not favor us.”
[/td][/tr][/table]But soon, her jig was soon up.
Dakarai withdrew his desires and placed his chin upon her rump, and she was certain he could feel the aphrodisiac energy still trembling within her flesh. No, the wraith didn’t want to talk — she wanted to feel Dakarai sweep his strong arms beneath her and draw her into his coital embrace; to forget all their woes and betrayals, to preform the one act that they had control over. But her mate’s tongue stowed away behind his lips and instead asked about her pain. At first, Olive did not respond but shut her eyes tighter; and when she eventually reopened her eyes, she found they were wet with tears.
“Oh, my king” Olive hung her head and released a deep, shaky breath. “The gods do not favor us.”
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
April 23, 2017, 06:17 PM
He watched the lust fall from her face, soon replaced by a mask of pain. his ears went back against his head as he saw the tears gather in her eyes. Dakarai stepped around to sit in front of her, staring deeply into her sad green eyes as he listened to the words she had to say. The words made his heart still and he licked his lips nervously. Dakarai knew just how much Olive jad faith in the gods, just how much she read into situations and took them as signs or omens.
Taking in a trembling breath he swallowed thickly "No not yet. We have to prove to them rhat we are meant to be. You know we are meant to be right?" his words came out in a nervous rush, he felt true fear now. If Olive believed the gods didnt favor them, would she leave him? Or would she look at all they had sacrificed together and work with him to build a life together here?
Taking in a trembling breath he swallowed thickly "No not yet. We have to prove to them rhat we are meant to be. You know we are meant to be right?" his words came out in a nervous rush, he felt true fear now. If Olive believed the gods didnt favor them, would she leave him? Or would she look at all they had sacrificed together and work with him to build a life together here?
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She and her mate were so in tune that Dakarai saw through the facade of her words almost immediately; saw straight through the parts of her that wished to hide and conceal the truth to glimpse the uncomfortable honesty that lay beneath. The knight challenged her in this way; challenged her as all twin flames do, broadening the other’s horizons until their world was not something they recognized, but something better altogether. Soul mates were not those who possessed the same qualities, she had come to learn, but those who stand in opposition of you and force you to grow — even if that growth resulted from the eventual end of the relationship.
He asked her if she knew they were mean to be; if she understood the gravity of their coupling and what they stood to lose. Olive did know, knew it better than most. She and Dakarai were beings of light and energy, born of the same supernova that had grown too hot, traveled across space and time to manifest and reunite upon earth, in these bodies. How often did this happen? In the grand scheme of the universe, not very often. “We are meant to be,” she moaned and swung her head dolefully. “I know this in my heart.”
She peered up to him, her stelliforous gaze, ready to tell him her truth.“but—“ Her voice, delicate and soft, shifted pitch as a wave of heartache broke atop her. The druid could see that he was hurting, that she was hurting him, and could not bear one more second of it. His love for her was what brought him pain. He would gladly give his life for her, this she knew, and the innocent man trusted not to abuse his faith in her. But she was not a good shepherd, to believe that she knew Dakarai’s future better than the gods.
She would no longer be so narcissistic.
The downy face looked at her husband and felt lover flare in her chest, quickly followed by a pang of sadness. The dagger stuck in her heart wrenched, and she let out a gasp, then a sob, then a deluge of tears. ”but, but” she stammered, ” but, we are not long for this world. We are too good; to pure… our devotion throws off the balance of the w-world.” She took a heaving breath, looked up at him with such sadness that is physically hurt her, and rushed to meet him where he stood. Wife embraced husband fully, wholly, even the tip on her tail coming round her body to drape across his tall withers. ”The universe keeps knocking us around, because we threaten it’s very foundation.“ she whispered, words muffled from the thick fur that wrapped his shoulders and chest.
“The sadness won’t stop until the balance is restored.”
Once it was out, Olive found the words wouldn’t stop bubbling from her mouth. There was so much to say, so much to make his understand! So many feelings of dread and so many whispers in the back of her mind saying this is wrong. But she knew it was the way it had to be; the gods had told her. How much more would they risk before they learned to listen to the wisdoms of those far superior than they? “I can only be devoted to one, not two… the stars, they are selfish fools! They have every power to strip us of everything until our lives are, too, taken from us.” The wastrel still cried into his shoulder, but she rocked the side of her head against his collarbone, to reach up and trace the strong line of his jaw with her pink tongue, to silently tell him i know. i feel it too.
“But the stars don’t lie, my love. I dreamt this… the— they put the picture in my head, all those months ago. You remember, don’t you? Crimson pawsteps in the snow? It all came true. You said it wouldn’t, but it came true. You said so,” the words became thick in her mouth, spoken between her heaving sobs. “but it came true.”
[/td][/tr][/table]He asked her if she knew they were mean to be; if she understood the gravity of their coupling and what they stood to lose. Olive did know, knew it better than most. She and Dakarai were beings of light and energy, born of the same supernova that had grown too hot, traveled across space and time to manifest and reunite upon earth, in these bodies. How often did this happen? In the grand scheme of the universe, not very often. “We are meant to be,” she moaned and swung her head dolefully. “I know this in my heart.”
She peered up to him, her stelliforous gaze, ready to tell him her truth.“but—“ Her voice, delicate and soft, shifted pitch as a wave of heartache broke atop her. The druid could see that he was hurting, that she was hurting him, and could not bear one more second of it. His love for her was what brought him pain. He would gladly give his life for her, this she knew, and the innocent man trusted not to abuse his faith in her. But she was not a good shepherd, to believe that she knew Dakarai’s future better than the gods.
She would no longer be so narcissistic.
The downy face looked at her husband and felt lover flare in her chest, quickly followed by a pang of sadness. The dagger stuck in her heart wrenched, and she let out a gasp, then a sob, then a deluge of tears. ”but, but” she stammered, ” but, we are not long for this world. We are too good; to pure… our devotion throws off the balance of the w-world.” She took a heaving breath, looked up at him with such sadness that is physically hurt her, and rushed to meet him where he stood. Wife embraced husband fully, wholly, even the tip on her tail coming round her body to drape across his tall withers. ”The universe keeps knocking us around, because we threaten it’s very foundation.“ she whispered, words muffled from the thick fur that wrapped his shoulders and chest.
“The sadness won’t stop until the balance is restored.”
Once it was out, Olive found the words wouldn’t stop bubbling from her mouth. There was so much to say, so much to make his understand! So many feelings of dread and so many whispers in the back of her mind saying this is wrong. But she knew it was the way it had to be; the gods had told her. How much more would they risk before they learned to listen to the wisdoms of those far superior than they? “I can only be devoted to one, not two… the stars, they are selfish fools! They have every power to strip us of everything until our lives are, too, taken from us.” The wastrel still cried into his shoulder, but she rocked the side of her head against his collarbone, to reach up and trace the strong line of his jaw with her pink tongue, to silently tell him i know. i feel it too.
“But the stars don’t lie, my love. I dreamt this… the— they put the picture in my head, all those months ago. You remember, don’t you? Crimson pawsteps in the snow? It all came true. You said it wouldn’t, but it came true. You said so,” the words became thick in her mouth, spoken between her heaving sobs. “but it came true.”
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
April 23, 2017, 11:21 PM
Dakarai felt his heartbeat increase with hope as she agreed they were meant to be. This was a good sign, she knew their love was special she wouldnt hurt him would she? "but..." that one word brought his hope crashing down and he felt his breath stop. But was what was said before the catch was revealed, before the bad news was spoken. But meant eveything was going to come crashing down aroumd him.
She spoke of their love throwing the word off balance, how the trueness of it disrupted the balance. That he could argue and he leaned into her touch as she embraced him, his body trembling fiercely. He could feel what was happening and he knew what would come of it, and so he looked to the stars and pleaded silently for them to just leave them alone in peace. "the world has so-" he started but fell silent once more as Olive continued on her heartbroken tangent.
And then she spoke of how she couldnt be devoted to both him and the gods and he snapped. Angry tears, sad tears, broken tears flew to his eyes as he pulled away from her. He stared at her " so after everything you choose the same gods who put us through hell, over me who tries to give you whatever heaven we can make together? You dreamt it and we made it through despite it all, but now you wish to throw that all away?" his voice was cracking something awful, his blue eys filled with intense sadness as pain so deep it physically hurt him stabbed him in the chest.
"There is so much bad in the world you would think something good would satisfy your stupid balance!" he screamed lifting his head up toward the gods realm, his anger getting the better of him. Turning to look at Olive he felt betrayed and wounded so deeply, but even so he just wanted to go to her. He wanted her to take it back, he wanted them both to go back to their children and pretend this never happened. "we came so far...is this where it is to end?" he whispered looking at Olive with a desperate sadness.
She spoke of their love throwing the word off balance, how the trueness of it disrupted the balance. That he could argue and he leaned into her touch as she embraced him, his body trembling fiercely. He could feel what was happening and he knew what would come of it, and so he looked to the stars and pleaded silently for them to just leave them alone in peace. "the world has so-" he started but fell silent once more as Olive continued on her heartbroken tangent.
And then she spoke of how she couldnt be devoted to both him and the gods and he snapped. Angry tears, sad tears, broken tears flew to his eyes as he pulled away from her. He stared at her " so after everything you choose the same gods who put us through hell, over me who tries to give you whatever heaven we can make together? You dreamt it and we made it through despite it all, but now you wish to throw that all away?" his voice was cracking something awful, his blue eys filled with intense sadness as pain so deep it physically hurt him stabbed him in the chest.
"There is so much bad in the world you would think something good would satisfy your stupid balance!" he screamed lifting his head up toward the gods realm, his anger getting the better of him. Turning to look at Olive he felt betrayed and wounded so deeply, but even so he just wanted to go to her. He wanted her to take it back, he wanted them both to go back to their children and pretend this never happened. "we came so far...is this where it is to end?" he whispered looking at Olive with a desperate sadness.
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He reacted in very much the way she had imagined; the wastrel had imagined this moment time and time again since the night the sky opened and showed her the way. She willed this not to happen but knew it was inevitable if the lovers were really, truly ready to receive peace into their lives [which they asked for so fervently] — not in the way they had originally expected, with litters upon litters of cubs and many years spent sleeping at each other’s side, but perhaps for another reason. Perhaps the druid needed to understand the extremes of earth existence, and the certain sense of desperation that came from it, to fully pledge herself to the path of higher understanding.
Ever since she was a pup herself, Olive believed herself to be a conscript of peace; a sort of soldier of tranquility. Though it was something of a pompous title to give oneself, the pious life was not an easy one to abide by. A strict adherence to education was necessary as was a certain willingness to embrace the ugly parts of life. To confront one’s shortcomings and triumph over them. Since she could remember, peace was a derivative of love. Where love was, peace followed — and thus, the druid went about life with love in her heart and the sun in her eyes. But now she understood that, on the scale of love and hate, love was an imbalance. Peace did not occur when the scale tipped entirely one way or entirely the other way. Peace was equanimity — the space where there was no love and there was no hate.
Peace was much larger a concept than her mind could ever hope to conceive, so she much listen carefully to the guidance of her betters.
Dakarai snapped at her, his words hot and angry now. His voice yelled and his entire demeanor shook with grief. He looked her at her with sorrowful questioning but she could not bear to look at him. Her eyes shut tightly again and she turned a pale cheek to the knight who seethed with anger and betrayal at the hands of the one person who promised never to do so. Where Dakarai was loud, Olive was quiet and she dropped to the floor, covered her tearstained face with her paws and wept freely, yet gently, her body shuddering with dreadful breaths. Her mind berated her for causing Dakarai more pain — and this was certainly the worst of all they had experienced together, and it was not because of that fated hunt, Blackfeather Woods, Teaghlaigh or Sirius. It was because of her.
“Yes.” she responded dolefully when Dakarai asked if their where their story ended, surprising even herself. She felt the need to explain further, but her heaving breaths made it difficult for anything more than one word answers. The lamb took one, two, three more breaths to steady herself and looked up at her husband with pained eyes. If only he knew, if only he understood that this was for the best, if only he understood the sacrifice they must make for the greater good of all those around them… “How can we risk our son and our daughter? I could not bear it if they were taken just like, just like…” Sirius. The name came easily to her mind, but her mouth could not speak the words… but she didn’t need to. Dakarai knew.
“How could I risk you… just for the opportunity to have you?”
The woman wiped her with a thin forearm. “Our great capacity to love makes for a greater capacity to hurt,” she said tremulously. All she wanted was to hold him and promise him that everything would be okay in the wake of some tragedy [another tragedy was karma-bound to befall them, after all], but knew with each word she pushed him farther and farther away. “That’s the beauty of it…” For a moment, she wondered if they had the chance to do it all over again, knowing what they knew now and how it ended, would she do it? The answer was, unequivocally, yes.
“but that is also the danger. ”
[/td][/tr][/table]Ever since she was a pup herself, Olive believed herself to be a conscript of peace; a sort of soldier of tranquility. Though it was something of a pompous title to give oneself, the pious life was not an easy one to abide by. A strict adherence to education was necessary as was a certain willingness to embrace the ugly parts of life. To confront one’s shortcomings and triumph over them. Since she could remember, peace was a derivative of love. Where love was, peace followed — and thus, the druid went about life with love in her heart and the sun in her eyes. But now she understood that, on the scale of love and hate, love was an imbalance. Peace did not occur when the scale tipped entirely one way or entirely the other way. Peace was equanimity — the space where there was no love and there was no hate.
Peace was much larger a concept than her mind could ever hope to conceive, so she much listen carefully to the guidance of her betters.
Dakarai snapped at her, his words hot and angry now. His voice yelled and his entire demeanor shook with grief. He looked her at her with sorrowful questioning but she could not bear to look at him. Her eyes shut tightly again and she turned a pale cheek to the knight who seethed with anger and betrayal at the hands of the one person who promised never to do so. Where Dakarai was loud, Olive was quiet and she dropped to the floor, covered her tearstained face with her paws and wept freely, yet gently, her body shuddering with dreadful breaths. Her mind berated her for causing Dakarai more pain — and this was certainly the worst of all they had experienced together, and it was not because of that fated hunt, Blackfeather Woods, Teaghlaigh or Sirius. It was because of her.
“Yes.” she responded dolefully when Dakarai asked if their where their story ended, surprising even herself. She felt the need to explain further, but her heaving breaths made it difficult for anything more than one word answers. The lamb took one, two, three more breaths to steady herself and looked up at her husband with pained eyes. If only he knew, if only he understood that this was for the best, if only he understood the sacrifice they must make for the greater good of all those around them… “How can we risk our son and our daughter? I could not bear it if they were taken just like, just like…” Sirius. The name came easily to her mind, but her mouth could not speak the words… but she didn’t need to. Dakarai knew.
“How could I risk you… just for the opportunity to have you?”
The woman wiped her with a thin forearm. “Our great capacity to love makes for a greater capacity to hurt,” she said tremulously. All she wanted was to hold him and promise him that everything would be okay in the wake of some tragedy [another tragedy was karma-bound to befall them, after all], but knew with each word she pushed him farther and farther away. “That’s the beauty of it…” For a moment, she wondered if they had the chance to do it all over again, knowing what they knew now and how it ended, would she do it? The answer was, unequivocally, yes.
“but that is also the danger. ”
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
April 24, 2017, 02:39 PM
Yes. Yes. She had said yes. This was the end for the starcrossed lovers and Dakarai reeled with the confirmation. Sitting down slowly he looked over the cliff and fought back the lump in his throat and the tears that proceeded to spill from his eyes. "Our son and daughter are just fine, they are young enough to come from this with positivity. Nobody is against us anymore, Those blackfeather fuckers are sated because Lotte made me give them your mute nursemaid! we have a home, we are here together safe. There is no reason for us to have any more pain" he still rebelled against this moment, against their seperation.
"You can risk me because I am willing to be risked. I am with you willingly, if the pain was too much for me I would have left" he continued weakly. This was too much to bear, the hopelessness he felt at losing Olive. "I promised you I would love you forever and that I would never leave you, but here you are leaving me for the stars, the vengeful gods." he murmured in despair. He had lost Oxsana to death but this was much worse. He was seperating from his wife but would be stuck seeing her every day, and be unable to touch her or hold her. That was far worse than death, that was torment.
"There is no beauty in love. Love is just an endless cycle of pain, I can see that now. We are foolish for loving, because we get hurt one way or another. We truly were never meant to be" his words were whispered as his face hardened into coldness. He could feel it happening again, he could feel himself hardening and pushing his emotions away. He couldnt even bring himself to look at Olive again, for he feared if he saw her pain he would go forward and embrace her and make this all the more hard.
"You can risk me because I am willing to be risked. I am with you willingly, if the pain was too much for me I would have left" he continued weakly. This was too much to bear, the hopelessness he felt at losing Olive. "I promised you I would love you forever and that I would never leave you, but here you are leaving me for the stars, the vengeful gods." he murmured in despair. He had lost Oxsana to death but this was much worse. He was seperating from his wife but would be stuck seeing her every day, and be unable to touch her or hold her. That was far worse than death, that was torment.
"There is no beauty in love. Love is just an endless cycle of pain, I can see that now. We are foolish for loving, because we get hurt one way or another. We truly were never meant to be" his words were whispered as his face hardened into coldness. He could feel it happening again, he could feel himself hardening and pushing his emotions away. He couldnt even bring himself to look at Olive again, for he feared if he saw her pain he would go forward and embrace her and make this all the more hard.
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The woman grit her teeth as Dakarai continued to challenge her funereal arbitration. His words reached through the bones of her ribcage to grasp at her heart and wrench it; the pain of which rose high up her neck and sunk deep into her stomach. Her legs shuddered with tremulous breaths, but she would stand to face the brunt of his anger. It was she who caused him so much pain, she who decided their marriage was at an end, she who did it all! She deserved his anger. It was cosmic karma, in action.
So the druid must stand to bear the pain, his pain, everyone’s pain — doing as such was her lot in life, as a self-imposed anchorite.
But still — the wastrel gave feeble attempts to stem the flow of hurtful words that sprouted from the man’s beautiful, sweet mouth; but all were drowned out by the lamenting of Dakarai’s extreme sorrows. Olive’s torment mirrored his own, but the lamb found herself to be a silent type when experience a rush of emotions; no matter if that rush stem from somewhere happy, sad or sensual. “Dakarai,” she beseeched him softly, he voice but a whisper. “Please…”
Olive couldn’t even remember the reason why, and in the face of such sadness, this made it ever the more difficult. It was a commandment by the gods, this she knew, but the spiritual revelation she experienced in the altar of twilight was gone — eroded by the buffeting of Dakarai’s words. Why was she doing this? Why was she standing there, watching her husband weep when she could rush to embrace him and kiss away his every woe, from then until the end of time. To promise him that everything would be alright. They’d get Sirius back and establish themselves in Moonspear and everything would be good. But instead she actively turned away the man who loved her, the father of her children, who pledged himself mind, body and soul to her [and she to he!], all at the behest of some… celestial sentence that was too far above her to understand. Why? What kind of god would do this?
There was a reason — had to be — and until her incoherent mind cleared later, she would simply have to have divine faith.
“I will never love another.” her voice came as a soft aria, eye pleading — but Olive did not know for what.
[/td][/tr][/table]So the druid must stand to bear the pain, his pain, everyone’s pain — doing as such was her lot in life, as a self-imposed anchorite.
But still — the wastrel gave feeble attempts to stem the flow of hurtful words that sprouted from the man’s beautiful, sweet mouth; but all were drowned out by the lamenting of Dakarai’s extreme sorrows. Olive’s torment mirrored his own, but the lamb found herself to be a silent type when experience a rush of emotions; no matter if that rush stem from somewhere happy, sad or sensual. “Dakarai,” she beseeched him softly, he voice but a whisper. “Please…”
Olive couldn’t even remember the reason why, and in the face of such sadness, this made it ever the more difficult. It was a commandment by the gods, this she knew, but the spiritual revelation she experienced in the altar of twilight was gone — eroded by the buffeting of Dakarai’s words. Why was she doing this? Why was she standing there, watching her husband weep when she could rush to embrace him and kiss away his every woe, from then until the end of time. To promise him that everything would be alright. They’d get Sirius back and establish themselves in Moonspear and everything would be good. But instead she actively turned away the man who loved her, the father of her children, who pledged himself mind, body and soul to her [and she to he!], all at the behest of some… celestial sentence that was too far above her to understand. Why? What kind of god would do this?
There was a reason — had to be — and until her incoherent mind cleared later, she would simply have to have divine faith.
“I will never love another.” her voice came as a soft aria, eye pleading — but Olive did not know for what.
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
April 25, 2017, 10:08 PM
What was she begging him for? Did she hate seeimg him cry? In this moment He couldnt bring himself to care. He stared blankly over her shoulder as wave after wave of grief swept him away from this world. What had his whole life been for? He had devoted himself to Olive and Teaghlaigh completely and now they borh threw him away. He couldnt allow himself to care for anyone save his children, it always brought him pain. Oxsana,Rollon,Tylier,Olive, he had lost them all because he loved them in the first place. "Curse this tormented existence.." he said softly.
Turning his blue gaze toward his...toward Olive he felt his expression become cold as he dried his own tears "Our children are not to be brought into this. They shall know we seperated and we will not lie, but we will love them and raise them together as parents if not husband and wife. Surely you cant turn them away too?" the last bit was nasty and he regretted it, but he kept his stony facade as he waited for her response to his one condition.
Turning his blue gaze toward his...toward Olive he felt his expression become cold as he dried his own tears "Our children are not to be brought into this. They shall know we seperated and we will not lie, but we will love them and raise them together as parents if not husband and wife. Surely you cant turn them away too?" the last bit was nasty and he regretted it, but he kept his stony facade as he waited for her response to his one condition.
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Again, the ghoulish hands of Dakarai’s words reached deep beneath her breast and wrenched her heart. Each word tore open a new wound, next to those bestowed upon her by the blackfeather fuckers. Olive bit her tongue, physically and metaphorically, to prevent herself from making any emotional retorts — she feared if she let her emotions rule her at that moment, it would come as a waterfall and the wretch would rush upon the swarthy man and pin him with her love, her caresses begging him for forgiveness. She could not — would not let herself do so. If she did not, her children were on the line.
he was on the line.
A fresh sob boiled within her chest and the tears sprang to her glassy, glazed, green eyes ”Why must you say hateful things to me? the woman cried, sucking in her breath sharply and holding it in order to quell her tears. She could not expect anyone, not even her dear husband, to understand. One day, maybe… but his anger at her clouded his vision — and she couldn’t blame him.”I have no choice in th…” sniff. ”in this.” Her and Dakarai’s love had felt so good. Their companionship, their adventures, their nights spent together, heir lovemaking, their offspring — it was all so beautiful, like a dazzling kaleidoscope. Simply being in the mans presence had been enough for her to be inexplicably, deliriously happy. ”Our souls are eternal. If we cannot be one on earth, we will experience it in the heavens, free from the limitations of our physical bodies. In that way, we will live together… forever.” The lamb found that her breath came in short, rapid, dreadful breaths — yet her body heaved with the effort. She shook, ever entire frame ringing with vibrations and it was all too much.
Looking at Dakarai, seething with not anger, but heartbreak — Olive could not take it. He does not understand, she continued to reason, but to think that for a single moment he did not love her — or worse, regretted their love — was too, too, too much. The downy wastrel needed to know that he still understood their love; knew it would always be there. It was only being put to rest, to reawaken later on… At least, that was how she understood their bond to be. Without a word, Olive closer the distance between her and the shadowed king and wrapped him in an embrace. Their chests kissed and her thin neck pressed hotly against his. Her maw leaned up and found the soft hairs behind his ear and she stayed like that for an interminable moment, simply feeling the sensation of Dakarai’s heart beating as one with her own.
After a trillion years, the lovelorn girl took a step back to press her forehead against his and rock gently back and forth, swaying with the movement of blood as it thrummed through her veins. Her words came as a whisper on her breath, barely perceptible to the ears — but tragedy had struck and their senses were heightened, there was no doubt that he heard her. “I will…” at first her words faded, unsure if her statement would do more harm than good. Perhaps this was the hedonistic side of Olive, saying whatever words felt good at the moment, but she felt it needed to be said. “...always love you.” but damn if it didn't feel good.
Slowly, the trembling of her body began to subside. Surely this was part of the ebb and flow of heartbreak [another wave of sadness would surely crash over her soon] but she must make the most of this moment of clarify. Sniffling, she said ”You mean, you are to stay?” Olive had been so focused on the action of actually leaving him, ever since that night in the altar of twilight where she had such revelations, that she did not spare a thought for their life afterwards. He would stay? For this, she was glad — but also torn.
[/td][/tr][/table]he was on the line.
A fresh sob boiled within her chest and the tears sprang to her glassy, glazed, green eyes ”Why must you say hateful things to me? the woman cried, sucking in her breath sharply and holding it in order to quell her tears. She could not expect anyone, not even her dear husband, to understand. One day, maybe… but his anger at her clouded his vision — and she couldn’t blame him.”I have no choice in th…” sniff. ”in this.” Her and Dakarai’s love had felt so good. Their companionship, their adventures, their nights spent together, heir lovemaking, their offspring — it was all so beautiful, like a dazzling kaleidoscope. Simply being in the mans presence had been enough for her to be inexplicably, deliriously happy. ”Our souls are eternal. If we cannot be one on earth, we will experience it in the heavens, free from the limitations of our physical bodies. In that way, we will live together… forever.” The lamb found that her breath came in short, rapid, dreadful breaths — yet her body heaved with the effort. She shook, ever entire frame ringing with vibrations and it was all too much.
Looking at Dakarai, seething with not anger, but heartbreak — Olive could not take it. He does not understand, she continued to reason, but to think that for a single moment he did not love her — or worse, regretted their love — was too, too, too much. The downy wastrel needed to know that he still understood their love; knew it would always be there. It was only being put to rest, to reawaken later on… At least, that was how she understood their bond to be. Without a word, Olive closer the distance between her and the shadowed king and wrapped him in an embrace. Their chests kissed and her thin neck pressed hotly against his. Her maw leaned up and found the soft hairs behind his ear and she stayed like that for an interminable moment, simply feeling the sensation of Dakarai’s heart beating as one with her own.
After a trillion years, the lovelorn girl took a step back to press her forehead against his and rock gently back and forth, swaying with the movement of blood as it thrummed through her veins. Her words came as a whisper on her breath, barely perceptible to the ears — but tragedy had struck and their senses were heightened, there was no doubt that he heard her. “I will…” at first her words faded, unsure if her statement would do more harm than good. Perhaps this was the hedonistic side of Olive, saying whatever words felt good at the moment, but she felt it needed to be said. “...always love you.” but damn if it didn't feel good.
Slowly, the trembling of her body began to subside. Surely this was part of the ebb and flow of heartbreak [another wave of sadness would surely crash over her soon] but she must make the most of this moment of clarify. Sniffling, she said ”You mean, you are to stay?” Olive had been so focused on the action of actually leaving him, ever since that night in the altar of twilight where she had such revelations, that she did not spare a thought for their life afterwards. He would stay? For this, she was glad — but also torn.
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
April 28, 2017, 03:00 PM
Flinching as she cried out at him, he turned his head away and tried to smother the flames of anger, and pain within him. He did not want to hurt her, he would never hurt her no matter how much this hurt him. "Choices are the point of living on the physical realm. the ability of free will. As for my soul being in the heavens, I am afraid not much is left of it" he spoke freely, sounding much like the man he was before coming to the Teekons. He could sense her stepping forward as well as see rhe movement from the corners of his eyes, and though he wantes to step away his heart leapt and he pushed his face against her neck.
He stayed like this, reveling in what would possibly be their last embrace and found his tears flowing freely once more.He pleaded silently and desperately for her to change her mind, even though he knew it was for naught. Sighing as she stepped away he bowed his head so that their foreheads could meet. The words she spoke both soothed and broke him even further and he stifled a sob " And I you.." he murmured.
Her surprised question made him look up and he simply nodded " I made a promise to Amekaze, and I would never leave our children. I will stay for as long as life permits me." he confirmed feeling his body still finally. Then with a pang of fear he looked at her with wide eyes "Aren't you?" he asked.
He stayed like this, reveling in what would possibly be their last embrace and found his tears flowing freely once more.He pleaded silently and desperately for her to change her mind, even though he knew it was for naught. Sighing as she stepped away he bowed his head so that their foreheads could meet. The words she spoke both soothed and broke him even further and he stifled a sob " And I you.." he murmured.
Her surprised question made him look up and he simply nodded " I made a promise to Amekaze, and I would never leave our children. I will stay for as long as life permits me." he confirmed feeling his body still finally. Then with a pang of fear he looked at her with wide eyes "Aren't you?" he asked.
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April 30, 2017, 10:53 PM
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Dakarai was a moral and just man, even when being cut most deeply. The knight had made promise and, in his own gallant way, he would uphold it. For a moment the mother could only blink, unsure if this, once again, was Dakarai giving her the things she did not deserve. His kindness was wasted upon her, as she could never reciprocate their love in the way they both wished to… but one look at Dakarai spoke the truth. No — this was not for her sake. It was for their children.
Olive hauled in a breath and held it for a moment, letting her exhale flow out through pursed lips. Then, the pale woman closed her eyes and nodded in earnest. “I will stay,” she corroborated, albeit with some effort. The mother loved her children, more than anything in the world she loved them — they were born of her womb and created from a place of nothing but innocence and love — but there was a small part of her that wished to run: to flee from this life upon the mountainside, this tangled mess of a life, and to feel true freedom once more.
Freedom from responsibility, untouched by love.
Reborn, rededicated and married to the path of higher understanding.
It was tempting, but perhaps the god’s path was to keep her on this mountainside — it would be more difficult to have to say no, every single day, to look at Dakarai and face her infinite loneliness and knowing just what she had stood to lose… and all that she had lost. Every time the druid looked at their son and daughter, every time his scent wafted past her sensitive nose, always tuned for the sweetness of the dark night’s cologne — to fight her instincts that had driven her to Dakarai in the first place.
“I will create no barriers between a father and his children… especially when the father had the highest caliber of spirit.
Yes, despite it all she would stay, raise them, and hope the god’s bloodlust was sated by the sacrifice of her own heart — and would require nothing more the star-crossed lovers and their innocent babes. Olive sighed and furrowed her brow in concern, wishing that he would somehow come out of this with a high opinion of her, still. If a low opinion was needed to dissolve their attachment, then so be it. Her eyes, muddled with tears, attempted to focus on the atramentous silhouette's features — and failed. Deafetedly, Olive hung her head and looked at the earth that swung beneath her gaze. “We must be strong for each other.”
[/td][/tr][/table]Olive hauled in a breath and held it for a moment, letting her exhale flow out through pursed lips. Then, the pale woman closed her eyes and nodded in earnest. “I will stay,” she corroborated, albeit with some effort. The mother loved her children, more than anything in the world she loved them — they were born of her womb and created from a place of nothing but innocence and love — but there was a small part of her that wished to run: to flee from this life upon the mountainside, this tangled mess of a life, and to feel true freedom once more.
Freedom from responsibility, untouched by love.
Reborn, rededicated and married to the path of higher understanding.
It was tempting, but perhaps the god’s path was to keep her on this mountainside — it would be more difficult to have to say no, every single day, to look at Dakarai and face her infinite loneliness and knowing just what she had stood to lose… and all that she had lost. Every time the druid looked at their son and daughter, every time his scent wafted past her sensitive nose, always tuned for the sweetness of the dark night’s cologne — to fight her instincts that had driven her to Dakarai in the first place.
“I will create no barriers between a father and his children… especially when the father had the highest caliber of spirit.
Yes, despite it all she would stay, raise them, and hope the god’s bloodlust was sated by the sacrifice of her own heart — and would require nothing more the star-crossed lovers and their innocent babes. Olive sighed and furrowed her brow in concern, wishing that he would somehow come out of this with a high opinion of her, still. If a low opinion was needed to dissolve their attachment, then so be it. Her eyes, muddled with tears, attempted to focus on the atramentous silhouette's features — and failed. Deafetedly, Olive hung her head and looked at the earth that swung beneath her gaze. “We must be strong for each other.”
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
May 01, 2017, 01:09 AM
At least she would stay here and remain with their children, If not for him. He felt comforted by that mere fact, though at this point in time any small thing would have comforted him. How would he stay away from here? The green of her beautiful eyes, and the curvature of her body would be hard to resist in itself, but even now as she stood breaking his heart and souls she was still Olive. She was still the Wise and poetic woman with a heart of true gold. She could never be bad no matter what she thought of herself.
The anger seeped from his body leaving him weak and trembling, but he could face her now and see the tears glistening in her mossy eyes. Stepping forward he pressed his nose beneath each eyelid to catch her tears, and the stepped away. "Anthousai....I will always be strong for you" he murmured softly. He offered her a shaky smile, trying to be rid of the harsh emotions still nagging at his heart and mind.
The anger seeped from his body leaving him weak and trembling, but he could face her now and see the tears glistening in her mossy eyes. Stepping forward he pressed his nose beneath each eyelid to catch her tears, and the stepped away. "Anthousai....I will always be strong for you" he murmured softly. He offered her a shaky smile, trying to be rid of the harsh emotions still nagging at his heart and mind.
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and that was it.
there was nothing else to be said.
The thing she had never expected to come to pass had come to pass, and Olive was left breathless of the realness of it. Yes, her love for him would persist through time and space and no, neither of them were leaving — but the prophet could no longer perform the self-sacrificial duties assigned to a wife; could no longer fight for their matehood above all else. She could not be tied to him, through thick and thing, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health — for the universe sought to test such a bond and only sadness was the result. One day, in another time and another space, their souls would meet again and be able to bond properly.
but until that day happened, their endless love story would continue to be punctuated by a disjointed faultlessness that only Olive and Dakarai could achieve.
”One time, someone told me something.” Olive stood wilted, but her verdant gaze lifted to meet Dakarai’s own. It had been a women she met shortly after leaving her mother and her father, striking out on her own. ”I’ll never forget it.” Though the druid was prone to reciting platitudes shibboleths, she felt this bore repeating. ”She said,” and then Olive paused for a moment to ensure her memory served her correctly, but then continued in a whispered aria.
“If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.
Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation.”
Dakarai liked words and she liked words, but words were just words and the quote suddenly seemed to blissfully innocent and unaware. Their love was hungry and consuming — but wasn’t all true love? No, Olive quickly reminded herself. Her and Dakarai's love was different. After all, why did the gods seek to strike them down and not Arturo and Lotte? Her own mother and father? Any other of the multitudes of couples in the world?
The dark knight was hurting, she could see it plainly in his eyes, though he worked hard to hide it. She was hurting too. To hurt together, anymore than they already had, would surely result in some emotion-fueled outburst. Whether that outburst be born of anger or of the thick sexual tension had yet to be seen, she didn’t want to find out. ”I— I must go… the children… i’m sure they’re hungry.” Olive grimaced, unsure how to say goodbye to the man who was no longer her husband.
[/td][/tr][/table]there was nothing else to be said.
The thing she had never expected to come to pass had come to pass, and Olive was left breathless of the realness of it. Yes, her love for him would persist through time and space and no, neither of them were leaving — but the prophet could no longer perform the self-sacrificial duties assigned to a wife; could no longer fight for their matehood above all else. She could not be tied to him, through thick and thing, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health — for the universe sought to test such a bond and only sadness was the result. One day, in another time and another space, their souls would meet again and be able to bond properly.
but until that day happened, their endless love story would continue to be punctuated by a disjointed faultlessness that only Olive and Dakarai could achieve.
”One time, someone told me something.” Olive stood wilted, but her verdant gaze lifted to meet Dakarai’s own. It had been a women she met shortly after leaving her mother and her father, striking out on her own. ”I’ll never forget it.” Though the druid was prone to reciting platitudes shibboleths, she felt this bore repeating. ”She said,” and then Olive paused for a moment to ensure her memory served her correctly, but then continued in a whispered aria.
“If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.
Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation.”
Dakarai liked words and she liked words, but words were just words and the quote suddenly seemed to blissfully innocent and unaware. Their love was hungry and consuming — but wasn’t all true love? No, Olive quickly reminded herself. Her and Dakarai's love was different. After all, why did the gods seek to strike them down and not Arturo and Lotte? Her own mother and father? Any other of the multitudes of couples in the world?
The dark knight was hurting, she could see it plainly in his eyes, though he worked hard to hide it. She was hurting too. To hurt together, anymore than they already had, would surely result in some emotion-fueled outburst. Whether that outburst be born of anger or of the thick sexual tension had yet to be seen, she didn’t want to find out. ”I— I must go… the children… i’m sure they’re hungry.” Olive grimaced, unsure how to say goodbye to the man who was no longer her husband.
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
May 04, 2017, 02:39 PM
Dakarai listened to the poem his eyes darkening "The flower I picked up still remains beautiful...even though she wilts before my eyes" he murmured to himself. He wanted to wake up from this dream, it seemed to horrible to be reality. How could this have happened? maybe if he had seen Olive's pain earlier on he could have prevented this. the thought brought him a new fresh wave of pain and he ducked his head, barely registering Olive's words about his babies.
He nodded absently as he stared over the edge of the cliff "I will be along shortly" he muttered. What was he to say now, to the woman whom still held his love and heart but shoved it away in favor of the same celestial beings who had tormented their every moment together? "I will go try to catch us some dinner" he said and then turned to leave, walking away without another glance her way.
He nodded absently as he stared over the edge of the cliff "I will be along shortly" he muttered. What was he to say now, to the woman whom still held his love and heart but shoved it away in favor of the same celestial beings who had tormented their every moment together? "I will go try to catch us some dinner" he said and then turned to leave, walking away without another glance her way.
we can archive or you can make a last post and do so! Dakky out
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