out of the ashes // acantha

[KaiNaium]

[bg=c20104][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,399,table] On the peaks of a churning volcano sat a lone wolf, cloaked in the shadow of the near-dawn. His front was glowing a ember-red from the bubbling lava below, brown-red fur ruffled by the warm passing wind. Although more than 50 feet above the exposed magma, he could still feel the heat from the tips of his fur to his spine. The feeling was invigorating. It felt as if he were defrosting from a long winter. The heat of the volcano was hauntingly familiar, but he welcomed it. Heat was the half of what he was, and so he determined after much thought that there was no point in prolonging his winter. Trees had sprung all around the bubbling pit, along with shrubs and other such signs of life. The bottom of his paws were covered in naught but ash, and yet life still grew from the pathway of such vile destruction. It was things such as life that eluded his comprehension, and many others of his kind. Those that understood were so aged that they weren't to be tampered with, especially by those who call themselves younglings, such as he. The oldest of elders was his father who, above all else, was the demon of his nightmares. Just as this thought shot through his mind, a bird twilled on a tree branch nearby. Another thought sprang. And yet, I have ended up here. Here, where all around him there was nothing but a seemingly perfect paradise. And he couldn't help thinking, What did I do to deserve this?

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[Accalia]

It was Acantha's favourite time, this half-light period between night and dawn. She could feel the heat from the churning volcano below her, warming her bones as she glided over the landscape in eagle form, the air smooth on her wings. She could not have been happier - or well, she could; but in general this was as good as it got for the four-thousand-year-old mortal-hating wolf. The harshness of the landscape appealed to her. A volcano was a danger zone and this excitement, this recklessness, thrilled her bones. And best of all, she had found someplace where she could be completely alone. No mortal lowling would dare come here, surely.
She thrilled in her flight, not something she could normally do, not in her wolf form. She fluffed up her feathers as she ascended once again to the higher air, dividing and banking and loop-the-looping. It was not joy that drove her as she rode the wind; it was release, release from four thousand years - and more - of wolf-form, of being landbound. Life is precious because it ends. She was immortal, and had grown tired of it, and the flight of the eagle was like dancing or music or a story; it wrapped her inside herself and let her forget where she was.
She flew lower, and gasped at the land, thrown into sharp relief by the pre-dawn light, and heartbreakingly pretty.
Here she could be happy, and alone, and not be bothered by the mortals or the cold or the ugliness in the world around her. She sighed in happiness. She liked this place.
But apparently she was wrong; mortals did come here. Did they go everywhere? Was there no release from the pests?
A lone wolf sat cloaked in shadow, his front glowing red from the bubbling lava fifty feet below him. She swore and dived to earth. She wouldn't risk her eagle form with a wolf around - some were happy enough to hunt eagles, and if he had a mutation or power that would allow him to catch her in flight... well, it wouldn't be good. She had fought enough enemies in four thousand years to know to expect anything, absolutely anything and everything, from anybody, even if they seemed peaceful enough. This wolf was no exception.
She alighted on the ground, her form shimmering for a second before transforming into a strange wolf; insanely coloured, with spikes on her back, colour-changing butterfly wings on her feet, sparks of annoyance running up her ears, fanged, four-tailed. She laughed. Maybe the wolf would fall into the lava in shock at the sight of her. She was more than a little odd.
Sigh. I may as well start a conversation. Mortals can be fun enough... to manipulate when I get bored.
Bounding towards him, she called, "Greetings, wolf! What brings you here?"

OOC: meh, Acantha has no table yet, she is insanely complicated to make a manip of XDD

[KaiNaium]

[bg=c20104][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,399,table] Unseemly despicable thoughts crossed him, too perverse to have applied to speech, at the sight of an eagle turning to a rainbow-like, tawny horned, four-tailed freakshow. Something about it, inexplicable and contradicting, was beautiful. And then, to make matters more interesting, the creature spoke to him. "Greetings, wolf! What brings you here?" He checked quickly that he was, indeed, in Shairron form, and responded nonchalantly, "Hello." He sighed, "Nothing in particular.He wasn't in much the mood to talk. He had been just fine enjoying nobody's company until this questionably-wolven female approached him. Normally, he wasn't one to judge, but being addressed as 'wolf' never really put him in any sort of conversational mood. Of course, that may have been because he wasn't quite sure what he was. But then, he chuckled inwardly, I'm not sure I know what she is either.

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OOC:: Haha! I can only imagine... *muses at what her pups would look like...*

[Accalia]

Hello. Nothing in particular. Acantha raised an eyebrow. It was rare that any mortal had such a... normal reaction to her appearance. Most... well, stared a little more. Acantha was used enough to being stared at that she was intrigued by this wolf. He did not look that unusual, but she was surprised, and that always led to curiosity. Most things led to curiosity; curiosity, as far as she was concerned, was a high virtue. The pursuit of knowledge was a glorious thing. A pursuit worthy of immortals, while the run-of-the-mill wolves squandered their lives like worms in the dust.
Acantha remembered a time when she had prized mortals' stares more than anything, prized their love and admiration like precious jewels. Now she cared little for leadership or fame so long as she was left alone. Alone was the best way to be. That way, you couldn't get hurt.
Hello. Nothing in particular.
The wolf - for she was a wolf, however deviant she might be from the regular form - was not used to being talked to in such a way. When she asked a question she expected an answer. She was the type who demanded respect, whether deserved or not. In her eyes, she had earned it thousands of times over.
"I believe," she replied somewhat bitingly, "that most mortals do not risk volcanoes for nothing in particular."
She still assumed he was a mortal. It was what she did. Acantha looked down on everybody and assumed and demanded. But then again, she had lived for four thousand years. It was difficult to be otherwise, for her, with her mindset.


OOC :: If she and Shairron have pups, they will be quarter-immortal brightly coloured freaks with random sparking body parts.

Urghhhh useless post. DIE, LATIN HOMEWORK, YOU HAVE ROBBED ME OF MY MUSE *sadface*

[KaiNaium]

[bg=c20104][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,399,table] "I beleive," the strange she-wolf began, "that most mortals do not risk volcanoes for nothing in particular." He caught himself before he shot back, Good thing I'm not a mortal, then. Such a reply could prove catastrophic and would just add another life to his list of those he had thrown into volcanoes to save his identity. Briefly, he actually considered it. It was warm down there. So warm that it would be difficult to fly out. Of course, by the time she realized she was falling, it would be too late. He shook his head visibly. No, no. That wouldn't work. She would just end up with her father, telling him the story of the wolf that chucked her into burning lava. Now that just wouldn't do. He stared down at the bubbling, deadly liquid. "I beleive," he began, not entirely sure where he was going until it left his mouth, "that most mortals don't fly around a volcanic island like they own the place." Whoops.

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[Accalia]

Acantha laughed as he said his little comeback. It was a high, odd laugh that spoke of lifetimes' worth of bitterness. It was not a wolf's laugh.
She refrained from informing him that she was rather non-mortal. Her unusual appearance spoke to that, to those who knew about the things she knew about, but nobody around here did, which was why she liked it round here. Except the lack of wolves automatically bowing before her. That was aggravating.
She couldn't really just go around spouting off her history and identity to complete strangers, though. That would be stupid, inappropriate, bad manners. Besides, nobody had the right to hear her story. It was painful for her to tell. When you lived as long as she had, you always accumulated some hurtful memories. Everybody broke eventually. All that mattered was when, and how much.
Or, well, perhaps those last few thoughts were not accurate - she could die; she didn't age, but she was mortal. She was all too aware of that. Acantha could die. Sometimes she almost thought that would be a good idea. Next great adventure. Or maybe not.
"You assume too much, mortal," Acantha replied with her best smile, the kind that was sweet but really wasn't. Mortal was definitely her favourite insult. And seeing how she liked to insult people, mortal was generally a much-used word in her vocabulary.
The freakish wolf danced a little circle around the other, a graceful smile curled on her lip. "I do an awful lot more with my life than simply owning volcanic islands. I suppose I could, if I really wanted to. But I can't be bothered."
Settling down next to the edge of the precipice - he could attack her and push her off, she supposed, but she didn't think he'd dare - she smiled. "And if I could ask your name?"
She was playing a game, but then again, anybody could choose to play a game, or ignore it, or try and beat her at it. That was half the fun.

OOC; heheh. Acantha being nasty. Sorry for the hopeless post. It's 22:09 and I was up 'til midnight last night bashing JavaScript and doing homework. Also I am museless and just trying to get these posts out.

[KaiNaium]

[bg=c20104][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,399,table] Interesting, he admitted to himself, very interesting. The stranger's response was a strange one, but she hadn't appeared very normal to begin with. She replied with a fire coated in a sweet smile. He had only received such a reaction from one, no... two other beings in his entire span of living. Another such reaction, he decided, was not to be taken lightly. The nonchalance was there, as was the tiny hint of death that moused its way into her tone and that may be impossible to sense had he not grown used to it throughout all of time. The term, mortal, was thrown at him again. He replied with a wry smile and chuckle, "Perhaps," with evident ease. But, 'mortal', despite his best efforts, made his blood boil. Such was an insult the likes of which many could not fathom. But, from what he had gathered, she was no mere mortal. She danced around him like a deranged pixie, deadly and beautiful all at once, and all he could think was, I. AM. NO. MORTAL. He was nearly dying to scream it at her, shove all of his anger into her and shove all of her into this FREAKING VOLCANO. Immediately, it vanished. His face remained expressionless. He stood totally calm. If there was one thing he had mastered in the countless years he had lived, it was expression. The strange she-wolf asked, with confidence evident both in her voice and in the position she took on the outcropping, "And if I could ask your name." Another wry smile overtook his visage. "You may come up dry." His meaning was not lost on him, in any sense, but he meant more than one thing. It was for certain that she wouldn't receive his real name, but he was still lightly debating on chucking her into the volcano and drying her out. He decided with a sigh, "Salirr."

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OOC // S'alright, I like 'em feisty!

[Accalia]

Acantha watched him closely. Playing this game required concentration. She wanted to see him made her puppet. That was when she could have fun, manipulating, laughing at the idiocy of mortals.
The fact that he had told her perhaps was an interesting one. It could be a philosophical comment on the nature of mortality. Everybody died, but nobody thought they would. Everybody seemed to think they would somehow be the one exception; nobody feared it, when they were young. They wasted their lives on fighting and friendship and belonging and then they died and nobody cared an awful lot.
Then again, he could be being honest. But Acantha dismissed that immediately. Handsome immortal wolves? Fortune did not favour her that much. She was pretty sure that Fortune hated her.
Still, she supposed, it was possible. Just not very.
"You may come up dry," this other wolf replied to her question. She frowned. She did not like to be refused anything. A name was the least a wolf could give her. Immortality had given her a deep and abiding sense of arrogance, of having the right to power over other wolves. They were mere mortals, and she considered herself to be as a deity, powerful and bright and different.
"Salirr," the wolf eventually gave her. She relaxed a little as he did that. It was a little submission, the way she saw it, and that made her feel comfortable, secure.
"And I am..." she paused, then decided to lie. He had no right to learn her name, not like she had a right to learn his. "Aly."
She sat down and smiled sweetly. It was an entirely different smile from the one earlier. Smiles could be powerful things, and versatile; they could be cheerful, carefree, or vicious, unnatural, or sneaky, sideways, little expressions of mischief. The one she granted Salirr was a simple smile, but not entirely innocent either. The easiest word for it would be flirtatious. Which was odd, to those who knew her; Acantha did not flirt.
What she did was play games.

OOC: Acantha's convinced she's Fenris' gift to wolfkind XD

[KaiNaium]

[bg=c20104][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,399,table] The exchange of names seemed a formal, but required, proceeding on earth. Which was odd, because mortals were far from formal. They were savages, the lot of them. Yes, many more emotional quagmires than savages, but savages nonetheless. The ways of the Underrealm were far more chained and constricted. Many may say otherwise, that the immortals were the savages, but savagery was determined by how it was embraced. Those immortals that killed for the sake of killing did not shed blood for the enjoyment, but because it was all they knew. Mortals killed for combat, because shedding blood brought them pleasure and pride. So, who was the savage between them? "And I am..." His attention returned to the savage before him. He watched and thought as she paused, She has either forgotten how she calls herself or is about to lie to me. Lying about names was far from new to him, and he knew he had cause to not give mortals his real name. It could only be abused. But, her lie made him wonder: What could she be hiding? "Aly." He blinked, his expression continuously indecipherable. Her smile, surprisingly, had caught him off-guard. And that was not an easy feat. It's not that he had never flirted with a mortal before, for he had countless times, but he never thought she was the mortal to, well... do that. And it surprised him that she was capable of such a charming air when they were sitting at such a precarious place. And he was the definition of precarious. Somehow, she was teetering on the same point as he. But, he denied it. She had to be some kind of super-wolf to even compare to an immortal. The thought itself was preposterous. But, nonetheless... "This is an interesting place to meet you, Aly." This feeling inside him was odd. Nobody knew him, and he liked it that way. So, he never flirted back. But he loved to play games.

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OOC: It's okay, Shai's a bit full of himself as well

[Accalia]

Acantha could not help loving Salirr's expression. It was so.. blank, so unreadable. She liked a challenge. Those mortals that you could read like a book? They were too easy to manipulate. Mention something, watch their face fall, and instantly you know their weaknesses.
She suppressed a laugh as he blinked. Maybe he was more stunned than he let on to meet such an... interesting wolf as she. Crazy pelt, foot-wings, sparking ears, multiple tails. Maybe she should have thought up a more exotic name than Aly. Perhaps it was short for... hmmm. Alyadarasi?
"This is an interesting place to meet you, Aly," Salirr said.
Acantha smiled. "Isn't it just? I mean, this is such a lovely place. Nice and warm. Plus it would make the most perfect scene if anybody was watching. Two wolves silhouetted against a volcano... maybe a lightning strike?" she wondered, glancing hopefully at the darkening sky. It was annoyingly free from dramatic stormclouds. "Or perhaps not that last one."
When you were as old as Acantha was, even that was a game. Especially when you were an insane immortal wolf. Setting up scenes and places and situations like the world was your personal story was her idea of fun.
"But then again, you claim you have nothing in particular to do here... so we may as well liven things up, yes?" Acantha smiled, with another little hop-skip-step-dance. "Shall we play a game?" she whispered, leaning closer. She hoped he moved away. It would be funny. Then again, she also hoped he stayed there. Being this close gave her a buzz, like...
Wait a second. Acantha. You are not feeling this way about a mortal.
Frowning at herself, but showing no signs of anything but a cheerful smile to Salirr, Acantha whispered the name of eagle. Her body snapped into the shape of one, wings ripping into the air from her back, and she soared into the air. The furious energy required for that kind of take-off helped her to forget that stupid warmth she suddenly felt. It was the volcano.
Within seconds she was by Salirr's side again. It was showing off. But then again, she liked showing off. "Can you play that game? Or are you too afraid? Mortal, maybe?"

[KaiNaium]

[bg=c20104][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,399,table] She painted for him an iconic tableau, still standing in the Underrealm's caverns as he spoke, of two wolves silhouetted against the stormy sky. Coincidence. She suggested they 'play a game.' Oh, how quaint. Little mortal thinks it's playtime. Suddenly, Aly whipped wings open on her wolven back at the murmured word of 'eagle,' which began his curiosities. She circled around in midair until she was again next to him. She spoke, "Can you play that game? Or are you afraid, mortal maybe?" This time, he couldn't stand it. He launched a growl at her feathery-stupidity and dug his front claws deep into the ashen soil. But, as soon as his did so, he chastised himself. Such a lash of emotion would have been deadly in the Underrealm. He refused to allow himself to merge into mortal ways, now that he was of their planet. He had already shown too much of himself. So, he thought idly, What's a little more? "No. I do not play games." He removed his claws from the earth and removed his blood-lusting scowl. He began to turn toward the forest, but stopped abruptly and turned back to 'Aly,' though he was sure with his new found anger that this could not be her name, for she was a Dunce if he ever saw one. "If we are ever to cross paths again, you best not call me mortal." Alright, now that was way too much of himself. And he knew, he may not have scowled, or growled, or hatched his claws through the earth, but he knew that his serenely-green eyes were burning. He turned, heading for the trees.

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[Accalia]

Acantha snorted and laughed again, proud in her arrogance. She had always enjoyed winding people up, and the flash of emotion made her grin. Maybe she could push him further? Did she want to? He seemed interesting. Most wolves didn't get nearly that het up about the insult mortal. After all, they were.
"No. I do not play games."
'Aly' laughed. Maybe he thought he was tough... well, she didn't respect a whole lot of wolves, and that wasn't going to help his cause. She watched him leave with a slight frown. He had been interesting prey, and handsome.
"If we are ever to cross paths again, you best not call me mortal," he said.
Acantha paused. Her interest was piqued. Fluttering over to stand beside him again, she noticed his green eyes, burning with that handsome fire, and suddenly she felt unsure. There was a feeling in her chest that felt like the air on her wings. She squirmed inside - for goodness' sake, she was strong, she shouldn't feel this way!
She couldn't help asking, though, "Why? Aren't you?"

[KaiNaium]

[bg=c20104][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,399,table] "Why? Aren't you?" His foot met the soot-covered ground and he halted. He scanned the trees in front of him, quite obviously absent of anyone that could be watching. His father may be a menace, but he wasn't so special in the mortal world enough to be omni-present. He turned to look at 'Aly.' The sun beat off her, creating a spectrum of colors in her fur and in the early morning air. The heat from the volcanoe exited in waves, seemingly like an invisible halo around her nimble shape. For the first time, he saw her for what she truely was. Beautifully Dangerous. And, here he was, being not at all what he truely was. He was being the weak, pissy, mortal form of his true self. For the first time, he realized, she wasn't mortal. She couldn't be, there was no way. So, for the first time, he decided to show himself. A green light began to shimmer at his paws. It made its way up his legs, leaving in its stead a golden improvement on the dull brown fur of his mortal form, and continued on to cover the entirety of his body. As it shimmered near his neck, the golden fur on his chest fluttered in the wind, full and bright and gloriously free from his mortality. The white ring of jewel-like fur around his neck was akin to that of royal armour of the finest quality. It only took on its true form while in the realm of the Underworld, his true home. The green ring of light reached his face and revealed the intricate golden-brown markings near the crown of his head, on his jaw, and hatching across his nose. He re-opened his eyes, the only unchanged feature about him, and looked upon her with their green intensity. "Not exactly."

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[Accalia]

(Yay! I be finally getting around to this!)

Acantha froze as he began to change, and she backed away a few steps, smiling. This was unexpected, and she couldn't help wondering if she should've seen it coming. She'd been too quick to assume that he was mortal - the phrase too proud didn't enter her mind, but she realised she had been mistaken.
Oh, he was handsome. Golden fur, green eyes, and that white fur around his neck, and the markings, like armour.
This was no mortal.
"Not exactly."
Acantha shivered and smiled. Instinctively, she believed she was dealing with a being much more powerful than she was; whether that was true would remain to be seen. To her strange immortal nose, he stank of the Underworld, and she didn't know what that meant but she was pretty sure it was bad.
Suddenly, she regretted teasing him. She hoped he wouldn't judge her... wait, since when did she care what wolves thought of her?
"Then," she mused, pausing to give her words weight and buy herself time, "we are having an entirely different conversation."
She looked him up and down. She wasn't going to be intimidated by his new form, and she planned on showing that. The look also served the auxiliary purpose of checking that he was just as handsome as she'd first thought. She had been correct.
"A far more... interesting conversation."
She stepped back towards him and leaned forwards. Most wolves touched noses in friendly greeting, but Acantha stopped half a metre away and smiled, unsure where she stood.

[KaiNaium]

[bg=c20104][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,399,table] The sight of her smile smelt a thrill through his blood. The moment he noticed the uprising of feelings, they were quenched and stomped on until they again lost existence. The satisfaction that came from watching her shiver with pleasure, although, he let live. "Then," she paused, and he cursed himself for the curiosity that came with her silence, "we are having an entirely different conversation." An overly-flirtatious reply came to mind, but he quenched that as well, although not so eagerly as the oh-so-dreaded (not to mention oh-so-mortal; this damned curse) feelings. She continued, "A far more... interesting conversation." She bent over, a respectable distance from him, with an extended snout in a gesture of friendship. His emotions, and the rest of his self, was frozen. Such a custom was well-known among the earthlings and highlings alike, but he hadn't considered the occasion anywhere nearing formality. But he was digressing. Slowly, whilst thinking that his standards were most certainly regressing, he bent his neck and the rest of his glorious body into the formal pose of respect and friendship. As their noses brushed, he felt the electricity up his snout and met her eyes as it shimmered down his body, his eyes only intensifying the radiant jade within.

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[Accalia]

Acantha felt something inside her lift its wings as she brushed noses with the other wolf, and he looked her in the eyes. She felt gloriously, brilliantly free. With mortals all around her, she felt trapped, frustrated by their stupidity, unable to relate, constantly annoyed and keeping up the pretence of dismissive contempt to disguise the half-envy, half-hatred she felt for those whose lives would some day end.
Suddenly here was another wolf who shared that burden and that joy, living until the world ended and maybe longer, she hadn't figured that out yet but she really hoped she wasn't alive after the world ended because if that was somehow possible it would most likely be painful, and she was getting distracted now, lost in his eyes. She made herself look away.
"Well," she commented at length, "recognising you as... who you are, I do feel I ought to be truthful with you. My name is Acantha. I was companion to an immortal creature, who gave unto me the magic that I wield and my long life," she wasn't sure where the phrase 'unto me' had come from because she wasn't sure she'd ever heard anybody else say it, it seemed like an immortal, dignified thing to say, "and who I lost, and now wander the world... alone."
Acantha tried to put everything she was feeling into that word alone, but she hadn't had a whole lot of practise recently at any tone of voice or expression except contempt, disinterest or hatred, so she suspected that she had failed in that particular endeavour.

[KaiNaium]

[bg=c20104][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,399,table] "Well," she paused, "recognizing you as... who you are, I do feel I ought to be truthful with you. My name is Acantha. I was companion to an immortal creature, who gave unto me the magic that I wield and my long life," again pausing, he could sense there was some measure of thoughts stirring in her head, "and who I lost," at that, his heart gave a pang of sorrow and empathy. It stirred within him the feelings of loss he felt for Na- No. He smothered the thought and name alike, leaving within him just sorrow. She continued, "and now wander the world... alone." He thought quickly. She just gave him a part of herself. He should reciprocate. But, no. Doing so would put him and his identity in danger. He didn't want to trust her. But he did. All he wanted to was tell her that he was a liar; He was not Salirr. He was the son of the evilest being to ever have breathed life. He wanted to express his sorrow and hurt at being left by his only true family. He wanted to give her everything. He smiled a gentle smile, "Alone no longer." As the words left his mouth, he knew they were incorrect. She was no longer without a friend, but she was still alone. He was half mortal. And he would remain so until he claimed his throne. She was also still alone in being the only truthful immortal being in the area. And, he thought distractedly, he was alone too. For the first time in a long time, he realized exactly how alone he was. And for the first time ever, he wished he was not.

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[Accalia]

Acantha couldn't help catching her breath, just slightly, as he said, alone no longer.
She felt like a three-year-old again, idly making promises by a riverside, naive and unknowing of the world's dangers. The very turbulent-yet-soaring emotions that she felt were ones she had always scorned. There was no way that being with another 'special' wolf could make you feel safe, protected, special, as though the world's dangers couldn't hurt you. Surely?
Those very dangers had seemed to be irrelevant for a while now; nothing could touch her... but it was only when she found herself with another immortal wolf that they truly seemed to melt away.
Dancing just a little on her paws, light as a feather on butterfly wings, Acantha smiled brightly. "You and me, both suddenly no longer alone, Salirr. Such a coincidence, yes?"
Her ears were sparking like crazy as all her conflicting feelings did somersaults inside her brain. There was a kind of contempt at herself for being so weak as to fall, a joy at finding somebody who she could relate to, and an indescribable longing to stay with Salirr. She recognised now, not with a jolt but with a slow realisation and acceptance, that she had fallen in love.

(OOC: arrrrrrrrrrrrgh fail post. But at least I did it. I finally managed it. XD )

[KaiNaium]

[bg=c20104][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,399,table] "You and me," Acantha's words were like chimes in the wind, striking notes in his core that he had not heard before. The very mention of them together was as an orchestra should be, "both suddenly no longer alone, Salirr." A pang caught him at his would-be name. But no matter. Names mean nothing in this world. "Such a coincidence, yes?" And with that, a toothy smile tugged at his mouth. "Coincidence is a hard thing to beleive in with so many years as we both have had." His eyes began to sparkle, playing on a pool of the ocean of joy he had let loose inside of himself. His head tilted, displaying the dancing of iridescent colors that his coat let loose in the clearing. His would-be crown jewels seemed to display shadows in the brightest of sunlight. "But, destiny," He nodded and paused, letting the word echo off into the distance. "Destiny is something to be reckoned with."

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OOC >> Haha I'm doing super short posts today... I don't know what my problem is... *shrugshrug*

[Accalia]

Acantha's eyebrows arched as he mentioned how many years they had both lived. She didn't know how long he'd lived, odds were, a long time; but then again, some immortals were born and not made. She resolved to ask him later, but for now she was concentrating on... ah... she might as well admit it; flirting. Seriously flirting, not playing with mortals like she usually did. It felt... strange, and a little nice.
"But destiny, destiny is something to be reckoned with."
Acantha smiled. She didn't believe in destiny. She didn't believe in any kind of force, any kind of being, that'd make her - or even let her - lead a life quite as messed-up as hers had been. She belonged to the opposite group; life was a little too strange and cruel to be anything more than a series of coincidences. But she supposed she could forgive Salirr for a difference in philosophy; it wasn't like she didn't know just how little she knew, and just how big and full the world was.
"Well," she replied softly, "destiny is but one of the forces in the world, yes?"
She paused for effect, consciously trying to get this wolf to like her. That was something she'd ordinarily be horrified at herself over - wolves like her did not pander to others - but this one, this Salirr, he was different.
"There's something in the air that I believe could be stronger than destiny... especially if you were to agree with me."


OOC: This post failed... it was so mushy and... weird... and... repetitive... Well, at least I finally got it up. Meh, I seriously fail at romance. Where's this going, are we going to sit on top of the volcano and continue to dance around the word 'love' or shall we do something else? I don't mind either way XD