Meetings, Merry or Not.

Post by **Dragon Sparx** » Sun Apr 30, 2006 4:04 am

<div style="text-align:center">*It was one of those days; the dank, foggy kind that could often drive a creature into a fog-like state themselves. Sadness, depression, call it what you like, but all anybody knew was that they were lost in the metephorical haze. They had nothing to do but sit and wait for the sun to come out and burn it all away. Sunshine. Joy, happiness. Yes, these things were true for most ordinary creatures, but anyone who knew Galatea understood that she was far from ordinary. On the contrary, the winged canine was a celestial being, a sister to the stars themselves. Dreary days didn't bother her in the slightest. 
 
The border collie-esque creature trotted through the tall grass not minding in the slightest that the dew from each long slender blade wash finding itself at home on her long, silky coat. She paused for a moment, her ears swiveling atop her head. She heard something, the sounds of paws on the approach. She breathed deeply. The damp, heavy air flowed into her lungs from her nostrils. A lupine scent could be noted. Lupine, yet not a wolf. Something...grander, more dignified, fiercer. 
 
"A werewolf," Galatea thought privately. "It's been a long while since I've met a creature of that design." The sister of the stars sat where she stood, gracefully folding her white, feathered wings at her sides. "I'll just wait here for you," she said to the approaching were, though the creature probably could not hear her. "I know you're coming this way."*</div>

 
 
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Post by **Blue** » Sun Apr 30, 2006 4:33 am

She had been walking for a long time and all alone without anyone, how long had it been? She didn't know... she didn't really care anymore. The loneliness that ate at her was deep and painful. She had only just entered the forest and had been greeted by another, but that passed and once more she was alone, and she was in pain. 
 
Her body may have the amazing ability to heal all wounds, but her spirit and soul did not. The loss of her family, the loneliness the wolf felt, ate at her from the inside as she walked. Her whiter fur glistened with the dew that had collected on it, her gray markings had darken with the weight of the water. Her eyes, which would normally have been bright and a clear ice blue, were clouded and darkened. Her steps spoke of a great weight, as if it were placed on her shoulders. Siltharyn was in her were form, carrying her walking stick, but she was tired and terribly sad. 
 
She continued walking and didn't even hear the collie creature as she spoke and didn't even see her before she was nearly upon her. At which point, Siltharyn, her nerves raw, jumped back before she saw what it was and smashed up against a tree and slumped to the ground, at first her arms were up expecting an attack, but when none came, she looked passed her arms and saw the small canine. 
 
"I-I'm sorry about that. I'm afraid I didn't see you there." Said Siltharyn's nervous voice. She was still one big raw nerve and she flinched when a shadow moved because of a slight breeze. It was only obvious, that she had been through a lot.

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In Light, there is also Darkness, and too in Darkness there is always Light, for the two can no more live without each other than live with eachother. 
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When Darkness falls, know it's always good... to have a flashlight. 
 
P.S. Sillyness.... ROCKS MY SOCKS!!!! 
 
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Post by **Dragon Sparx** » Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:57 am

<div style="text-align:center">*Galatea watched with grim pleasure as the were became startled and backed herself into the stout trunk of a neighboring tree. For some reason the discomfort of other creatures amused the winged canine. She wasn't really sure why. Perhaps it a part of Daemon had rubbed off on her during their short time together. Or maybe, just maybe, her heart was blacker than most wished to think. 
 
"My my, isn't somebody jumpy..." remarked Galatea slyly, rising to all fours once again. A light purple flame began to burn along the bottom edge of her white wings as she arched them above her back, slowly approaching the flustered were. The collie gave her tail a flick. As she did, the white tip also began to blaze, much in the same way a match would after having been struck. 
 
Galatea took a few more slow steps towards the stranger until she was standing right in front of her. "You look as though all the color might fade from your lovely coat, that is if it wasn't already such a ghostly shade." The sister of the stars paused momentarily in her speech, taking in every bit of the werewolf's rather pathetic appearance with lavendar eyes that seemed to glow with an ethereal light. "Speak apparition, pray tell me what name it is you go by."*</div>

 
 
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Post by **Blue** » Sun Apr 30, 2006 12:00 pm

The little black and white canine spoke to her, and Siltharyn flinched once more, she was jumpy, but this creature would have been too, perhaps if she were in Siltharyn's place. As the the black and white moved towards her, as the flames licked her wings, Siltharyn's eyes widened as she tried to back right into the trunk, pushing at the ground with her feet. Her heart was thudding in her chest as images flashed up in her mind, memories brought on by the sight of the flames. The blood, the death, all her family, dying by each-other's hands, Siltharyn saw all of this in a matter of moments as she tried to force herself back, but she was caught between the tree and the dog before her. She had completely forgotten about the staff she carried and knew how to wield as a weapon. 
 
The black and white female spoke once more, and Siltharyn tried to force herself to calm down, she was frightened and badly. This was a new place to her and after what she had seen, having to say good-bye to her mother a second time after being visited by her spirit before coming to Deep Forest. The old wounds in her heart had started to bleed anew. She panted and was amazed if this other could not hear the sounds of her heart beat, but Siltharyn stopped moving, and just leant back against the tree away from the dog, her pupils dilated and her ice blue eyes showing obvious pain and fear. 
 
"I-I'm S-Siltharyn." She managed to stutter out, her hands were shaking with her nervous and jumpy nature at this time and for a second she couldn't form words, but then she forced herself to swallow and take a breath. 
 
"M-may I ask you of your name?" Siltharyn managed to ask, as politely as she could while she tried to calm herself down. She was not having a good first day in Deep Forest.

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In Light, there is also Darkness, and too in Darkness there is always Light, for the two can no more live without each other than live with eachother. 
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When Darkness falls, know it's always good... to have a flashlight. 
 
P.S. Sillyness.... ROCKS MY SOCKS!!!! 
 
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