Silence Thrusted into Brilliance {Harumi/Open}

[Rivaxorus]

The moonlight shining on the lake was plenty light for the dark colored wolf to walk around. A full moon, a rare sight, but to wolves in the old days who didn't have any powers, it was their only friend. Now, in these times, it seemed the symbol of the moon and it;s friendship had been forgotten, unless thrown into peril like most of the ghost element wolves had. Only those who were completely alone, knew of the comfort it brought to the soul. Simply swaying, and howling to it in reply was enough, because they thanked it from time to time for being there for them, unlike a pack or anything else for the matter. His shady purple eyes looked up at the moon, with a sad expression, flicking his ears to the sides he made sure that no pack wolves were around. He turned and got up to his feet, padding around the lake, until he got to the edge of it. The sparkling surface of this place, baffled him in it's beauty. Yet, it seemed, every time he came here, he saw a light glimmering in the middle of the lake. Sometimes, the rogue wondered, if it was the sealed soul of that god. He had not heard the story in such a long time he had completely forgotten the entire story. All he knew was a god and sealed in the middle of the lake, at the very bottom.

Zephard let his mouth open partically, digging in the cool misted air.Then raising his head, in a fashionable manner, raising his voice, lifting it into the air to let the moon know he was here. Even, perhaps the gods could hear his sorrow, yet in this world he knew he would be shown no mercy for having the ghost element being part of him. His voice, danced in the air, with such a beautiful tone, he had not forgotten the meaning of a wolves howl. It was their soul and body, it was their voice, you could not lie with a howl. His song echoed after he lowered his head again, stepping his front paws into the water. He could see his reflection in the water, the mark of a death master on his forehead in-between his ears. The water was cold, so was the air, but it was warming, with the approach of spring. It would bring new problems, perhaps even death to him. The packs would become more active, protecting their young from the so evil Ghost element. Zephard raised his head, perking his ears and looking into the forest, wondering, waiting, to see if a soul was watching him, he felt like he was being watched after all.

[Ladi Shad!]

Look, dip, sliiiiide.

Looking over her shoulder once more, the white fae took in the beauty of the lake. The full moon reflecting off the moving waters of the peaceful nighttime lake… It was beauty in itself. Turning back to her work, the wolf took in her work so far. Painted on white tree bark, it depicted an Ice Talon flying over the lake, right over the moon, its ice-blue scales belittling the moon in their brilliance. She loved her work, though it took much out of her just to prepare to paint. The bark took forever to find, as it had to be smooth, and large. Finding such a tree was no easy task. Then finding plants and such to prepare all the colors she needed. The painting she had worked on all night, and had come far. However, before the night she had worked laboriously for three straight weeks. Still, as she gazed upon her work, she knew it was worth it. She was probably the only artist-wolf, but she loved it.

Setting back to her task, her tail-tip brush was covered in a silvery-white, as she was attempting to capture the strange light in the center of the lake. Some said it was Kira, the goddess of the Custom wolves, banished to the earth and fading away along with her own kind. All the artist knew however, was that it was beautiful, and must be included in the painting, or it would not be done justice. As she touched it up, a small black bird flew up, perching on the wolf’s own huge, silvery wing. It was pure, jet black, but for a bright red heart shape on it’s breast. It tweeted excitedly, a songbird in a time for nocturnal raptors. It was here for the wolf, however. For the wolf had given the bird life. “Hush, Luna. What is it?” The artist looked over her shoulder, ever-docile. The excitable bird calmed somewhat, and began to whistle in her wolf friend’s ear. “There’s a big brute on the lakeshore. He’s gotten rather close. Is he a friend of yours?”

The fae looked past the bird, and through the thin line of bushes, towards the water’s edge. As the bird said, a rather large wolf stood scanning the brush, near where she herself was painting. As her heart began to race, she turned back to the bird. “No, he isn’t. Go watch him,” She said, picking up the half-coconut shells that served as dye containers. Hiding them under a fern, the white wolf tried to move quietly to a place with more cover. Where she was now she was almost certain to be spotted, as she had chosen a clear spot where she could turn and see the lake clearly. Oh why, oh why did I not hide as usual? I just had to come out and paint the lake in the moonlight. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She thought to herself, her fear driving her into a near-panic. She hid in deep undergrowth where she could still see her painting, pegged securely to the ground with sticks, and the wolf standing meancaingly on the shore of the lake.

[Rivaxorus]

I smoothed out my movements a bit before ducking down in the moonlight. It seemed that it was a bit too quiet tonight, it scared me, let alone the fact I could get ambushed for the second time. I wasn't paying attention to any scents, so when I came close to the woods, it seemed awfully too quiet. I watched a bird flutter above, it seemed strange for it to be out at this hour. Although, I ignored that fact and came up onto a hill again watching the water. I started swaying my tail and hind legs back and forth in a dance, humming a low toned tune through my lips. I didn't know why, but singing was probably the best thing I could do besides get hunted down by other pack wolves. I started to sing, but with no words, it was more of a howl, vanishing into a thin black mist, then appearing again in the middle of the air above the lake. When I started falling, my back first, when I came a bit close to the water I vanished again and flipped myself back onto the hill.

"♫All but one to sing to the moon
Yet, my soul will set the tracks
Solitary, but never alone.
See my fate, fade into stone.♫"

I sang, hearing the echo in the night. It was a nice sound, with my voice, it was wonderful. I was just in deep hope that no pack wolves were around to notice. Humming my tune a bit louder I raised my head, watching the bird again. Maybe it wanted to hear my singing, or was spying for someone. I wasn't sure.

[Ladi Shad!]

(OOC: I'm gunna try first person. K? K.)

I watched the other wolf closely, but after awhile, I began to enjoy his -or her- preformance. Whoever it was, they had a beautiful voice. An artist in their own right, really. I myself had no voice for singing, and not really any interest for it, either, but it was still nice to listen to, the notes dancing on open air. The fact that they disappeared and reappeared randomly made the show even more entertaining. Leaning forward, I tried to get a better look through the foilage, thought they where a bit close now that they had moved from the shore. Unfortunately, though, I had no idea that I was standing at a short drop-off.

Falling head-first, I fell from my hiding spot and rolled forward a samll bit, now completely and utterly in the open, and with enough noise that I was now sure that the other had heard me. I stood, streaching my wings out to try and take off before anything bad could happen. As my right wing streached out however, I let a startled whine escape my lips, and I turned my head to nuzzle it. I wouldn't be flying. My wing was sprained, something that happened often to a wolf that was not born to fly. Now I could only hope that the other didn't wish me harm.

[Rivaxorus]

I was guessing that this girl was lucky I was in a good mood. It was almost as if I had declared peace in this world covered by darkness. Still swinging my body to the hum of my song which I was continuing I vanished and appeared again in front of the fae. Lowering my face close to hers. Smiling warmly as my black fur rippled in the moonlight. "Little miss, need any help?" I asked, with a little chuckle. I came up behind her and pushed her to get up, reminding me of what moves that made every wolf want to get up and dance. My tune, could it only be helped by the fact that music was the soul of heart, when it came to having the moon as a friend. I came up to her side, putting my paws gently on her wings in an attempt to make her relax them. Looking up at the moon, "Look, and move with it's song that fills you, you don't have to think, just feel" I wanted to teach her something. That freedom would only be gained, if shown other kindness. Yes, I was alone, I was used to it and thought it was for the better, but judging by her scent, it seemed she didn't belong to any packs as I laughed and stopped humming but still was moving my body.

Although the silence didn't last long, as I started a singing howl, moving my head to the moon. A little tune, that reminded me of some happy little doodle a pup had painted with it's paws. I smiled, through my music that filled my throat. Urging the stranger to sing with me, whether it was true or not, everyone had forgotten how much a howl means to a wolf. Before we had powers, it was all we had besides our claws and teeth. I opened one of my eyes looking at her, twisting my body to her side, "Sing with me, it'll made you feel much better." I told her after my howl. Vanishing into thin black smoke as I appeared high in the air. Not saying anything, then vanishing and appearing on the hill I was on before.

"♫Where was I when the rockets came to life
And carried you away, into the alligator sky!
Even though I'll never know what's up ahead
I'm never lettin go, I'm never lettin go!♫"

The words, they filled my body with spirit. A happy tune, yet an other worldy tune as I danced with my body back and forth, as if I had Silence thrusted into brilliance of the night skies. I wanted to sing all night, but I knew if I had company I would have to not sing, but talk. Even though, it was a little fun now and then to sing a little tune to strangers. Even if, somewhere out there, wolves were trying to hunt me down and kill me.

[Ladi Shad!]

I shied away from the brute as he came near, flinching at myself and he. I hated that I was so scared of him, and other wolves. It made life lonely, even if I did have a songbird that would chat my ear off. She wasn't canine. She wasn't even a real creature. She was ink and blood, that was it. Not a real friend. Not even one that would stay. By the sunrise, she would probably be gone. It made me sad, though I had chosen the solitary life.

I held my right wing out, letting the large wingspan lay upon the ground, so that it might be more comfortable. The voice of the brute had a calming affect, though, and I decided to stay. After all, bound to the ground, I couldn't outrun him if he decided to attack, so why bother? "I can't sing," I said, but I was more than content to watch his routine. While I was eager to return to my work, this was an art in itself. "You have a beautiful voice," I said before I could stop myself. I don't know why my ears burned in embarassment, because it was a true statement.

[Rivaxorus]

The girl seemed nervous around me, stating that she couldn't sing. That may have been true, but every wolf could howl, winged and wingless. A wolves howl would never be horrible as their singing was, it was their inside voice, a wolf's howl never lied. He watched her, stopping all of his singing dancing and humming, swiftly but surely jumping down from the hill and landed in front of her. I put my paw on her head patting it like she was some sort of pup. "I get that a lot." I told her, then vanished into thin smoke before reappearing at her side, to take a look at her sprained wing. I gently poked at it with one paw, while examining it's muscle structure. It almost looked as if she just had pulled a muscle that was about it. "No need to be scared, you'll be fine. I don't attack others unless they attack me first. So unless your here to try and murder me you should be fine." I told her.

By the looks of her wing she wasn't going to fly, but a few days with my bones on her wing should fix it. Although I didn't want to startle her into attacking me when I covered it in bones. So I looked at her and pointed at her sprained wing, "May I put something on it so you'll heal a lot faster probably two or three days? It's naturally fall off when your wing is all better, that or if I end up dieing, which I don't plan on doing any time soon." I asked her. It was true, my bone manipulation might be used in the manner of my normal armor, but it could be used as a cast as well on other wolves.

[Ladi Shad!]

I yelped as he appeared in front of me, suddenly looking serious. Was he mad at me for not singing? What was he going to do? I flinched as he put his paw on my head, but he didn't do anything other than speak, and move around to look at my wing. Thank goodness. I let go of a breath I didn't know that I was holding, and tried to steady my breathing. Don't be a coward! If he wanted to hurt you, he would have done it already! Besides, what's the worst he could do? I tried to scold myself, but it didn't help. It only made me think of all the things he could do, that he might do. The possibilities terrified me.

I swallowed dryly as he told me I had nothing to worry about. Really, I did. until he proved me otherwise, I did. I've seen too many twisted things in my puppyhood to believe otherwise. So I let him prod my winga, though I didn't like it. my wings where my pride and joy, by greatest creation. I didn't like other wolves touching them. Or other creatures, in that matter. Still, if it helped her heal faster, she supposed she could put up with anything he put on her wing. SHe nodded, not trusting her voice. It was too easy for her voice to betray her.

[Rivaxorus]

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[atrb=background,http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss40/Milkyface4455/Zephard2-1.jpg] I looked at her tilting my head. She still seemed scared, I let out a puff of air. That was my great going with my raised spirits. I concentrated my powers as a few bones lightly straightened the fae's wing. I made sure it was tight enough to stay on and heal the sprain, but so that it was loose enough for her to still move it freely and for it to be comfortable. I smiled, "There, should get better faster now, but I don't recommend flying, it would only break the bones and then it could injure your wing further" I explained flopping over on my back before jumping up again. I sat down and stayed a few feet away, not wanting to scare her even further. "What's your name? I would at least like to know the one who I helped name. I'm Zephard." I introduced myself, dipping my head. Showing my masters mark of the element of death. I wonder how she would have reacted if she found out that I was of the ghost element as well. Most wolves I met didn't look to kindly of them at all, not mentioning I was basically on every packs black list at the moment besides maybe the inu's.

[Ladi Shad!]

Harumi inspected her wing, looking carefully at the bone for any threat of danger. It was uncomfortable to one who is unused to anything touching their wing, but it wasn't too tight. Still, if it helped her wing to heal, she'd have to tolerate it. At Zephard's next statement, Harumi looked up at him wide-eyed. Not fly? That was like asking a fish to not swim!

Then Harumi turned and awkwardly ran up to where she once sat, suddenly remembering her beloved painting. She inspected it for any debris, but it was spotless with the exception of a single leaf, which she took care of with a huff of breath.She gazing lovingly down at it, as if it was her own child, and in a way, it was. It was apart of her, as all her artwork. She looked back at Zephard, content now that she saw her work was safe.

"My name is Harumi, the artist," She said, still not comfortable even at this distance from the stranger. She had learned that wolves are not to be trusted, especially males. Even if they seemed nice. Sooner or later, they all turned on you. Even Hanabi... At the thought of it, Harumi's eyes misted up with tears that she refused to let fall. Crying was a waekness. She could not be weak.

[Rivaxorus]

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[atrb=background,http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss40/Milkyface4455/Zephard2-1.jpg] I looked at her then up at the stars, she was tense and there wasn't anything I could do about it, it seemed. My ear twitched when I noticed the picture. Looking at the sheer detail, I smiled, it was a beautiful design. I came to the waters edge and vanished into a thin black mist, appearing at the other end of the lake. Watching the fae from the other end of the lake. She seemed to be just a shape that I could make out. I looked up at the stars, the cold stars that looked at us, she didn't seem to like me much. I looked around then and jumped into the lake swimming down some ways, I was an excellent swimmer, but it seemed I couldn't go to the source of the light. That wasn't exactly what I was after either, I grabbed a piece of water vine in my teeth and pulled it from the side of the lake. Then swam back up out of the water, shaking myself to dry off a bit I grabbed the vine and appeared over to where the winged wolf was again. I straightened the vine, snapping it in half with a bone coming out of the ground, having a light blue color come out of it, often this juice was used for painting. I dipped my nose in it, and approached the fae. I spread it on her cheeks them the tops of her wings careful not to mess up my bones, I know that she would probably not like me touching her but after I washed off my nose and looked at her, her fur painted with those colors she looked magnificent. He smiled, but then lowered his eyes and turned away, she probably hated him now, yet he was only trying to lighten the mood.