Exploring the Balance... [Open]

[Kyouki Mayou]

Dawn over Anaria. The brightening rays of the sun glowed across the Creek, casting the blue hues of the water across the banking. The day was sure to be beautiful, as it usually was in Anaria. To her the weather was always glorious, come rain, shine or storm. Although sometimes storms made her nervous, she was fascinated by the power of nature and loved to watch its fury. The violet lupa padded out gracefully towards the creek, the sunlight dancing across her pelt and tainting the blues of the creek with the lilacs and burgundy of her coat. 'Gifts of the balance' as the drappa and dragga of Fenrir Luna had said. The balance which she so greatly respected.

She was only recently accepted into Fenrir Luna yet she already held the rank of Beta. She wondered if her rank was given to her because of her gifts of the balance or if they trully believed in her skills. Maybe a bit of both? She knew she was unusual to the wolves of these parts but it was considered to be a normal colouration in her past pack who had members with pelts tinted with colours of the rainbow. How she missed her old pack, which was now left in tatters and the only traces of it that were left were the shreds of distant memories. Even the pack that had destroyed them wouldn't remember them in great detail, only as the peaceful wolves whom they had overpowered.

She dipped her silky head towards the creek and let her pink tongue lap at the crystal water. Her eyes spied a fish in the water and she watched it for a brief moment. Watched the way it moved, cut and darted through the water with ease. She wondered what it would be like to be a fish and continued to watch it with intensity. She wasn't intending to hurt it, she was just fascinated by it as she was with all other animals. Often she would watch birds swoop and spiral with grace and agility through the skies. Yesterday she had watched two birds weave a nest of twigs and leaves and moss. She had watched how much effort the two had put into making it and how they had hopped inside, satisfied with their work. No doubt that there would be eggs and chicks raised there before long also.

She laid down on her belly atthe edge of the creek to watch the fish more carefully and comfortably. Though with the heat of the day starting to grow on her, the warmth of its rays begun to make her drowsy. Soon, she drifted off into slumber, head on her paws and entering the dream world in which she was the fish.

[Vidrio Brio]

VIDRIO BRIO

A brute was moving through the forest, heading to the creek. His pelt was exotic, a mixture of two sweet color's. He has a thick underpelt, a rich almond brown that rolls under his silky upperpelt. The color of his upperpelt is a golden honey, like the sun's ray's, yet more pure and beautiful. His dome is large and powerfully built, with a long neck, wide chest, long pillar's and pure muscle. He is a bit on the large side, muscle's as hard as steel in his bodice, and rump and pillar's giving him the speed of the wind. His large paw's are a lighter shade, with brown nail's. Large auds are pricked, and dancing emerald orb's staring a head with a mixture of emotion. Lilac lace from his orb's, and his pillar's, beautiful and exotic. Angel wing's kiss his rump, a lighter white shade. He is a walking beauty, er, handsome thing.

The brute slipped through the shadow's, his dome down. His pelt was clinging to his form, a few stray strands of grass mixed in their depths. His pad's sink into the wet terra as he began to get close to the river. His black lips parted and pink tongue slip's out, white ivories dripping spittle. He sighed, a gust of warm air escaping his jowls. The brute had escaped his homeland, came to these lands, and now walking into this terra to find a home. Yet, he was hesistant, wondering if his handsomeness will make other's, espicially lead brute, jealous and send him out.

Walking out of the brush, the brute glanced up. He spotted the river, and scented the faint aroma of a fae, and part of the pack here. His dome lifted higher and he breathed deeply then shrugged it off. He dropped beside the river and drank deeply, satisfying his thirst. Then, his paw came up, slinking into the water and slapping a fish out. He snapped his jowls over it, killing the silver fish instantly. It would be a present for the lupa he scented.

Vidrio began to walk, then run, the wind streaming through his pelt. He almost missed the fae but his pillar's lock and he skid a bit before stopping inches from her. A sheepish grin was on his maw and he spoke "Sorry" he said, lyrics ruff but handsome. Then, the brute noticed she was sleeping and dreaming. He paced back, dome low though tail a bit high because he was undecided if she was a threat or not.

Vid dropped the fish at her paw's and mumbled something that sounded as a gift before shutting up.