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There was a birch tree in the field; Reagan (and any?) - Siberian - 12-24-2016 Siberian The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Reagan (and any?) - Ruan - 01-01-2017 Ruan He sensed the change, the darkness. His nostrils flared and piercing blue eyes whipped around toward the Forest, toward the enemy. The demon that had torn his wings from his body and placed them on himself. He wouldn't dare come here. There was a spark and a zip of magic, and his wings of ice came to glittering life as he launched himself forward. He didn't call out, didn't look to see if his children were clear of the site, didn't seek any aid. All he felt was the frozen darkness that had settled into his heart ever since the day his blood soaked into the forest floor and his screams shook the trees. He growled low in his chest. His heart raced, but was steady. Steady. A display of stained fangs greeted him when he first laid eyes on the beast. It wasn't the demon, but it was as though his cruel aura still hung over the bear and gripped him in his wicked vise. They always did his bidding. He tore through their Taiga on heavy hooves, heedless of stealth. The frosted wings at his sides pumped the air, propelling him forward, then crashed together over his head without breaking stride. White dust shattered over him like shards of glass, sticking to his coat then solidifying and growing into a thick armor of ice. Large spikes lengthened out from his breast and shoulders, aiming forward as an array of lances. Hard, glacial eyes remained locked on the threat. He would expel this demon's minion from their home. And then he'd find the bastard and kill him. RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Reagan (and any?) - Reagan - 01-07-2017 we’re on each other’s team…
There was a difference in the trees this day. Reagan could sense it with the way the wind shifted—with the way the whole place smelled different. This place. It was a thing. It was real. It was potent.
It was tangent. She moved with a grace that belied her. Carrying Twins, she had already started to show. This was the coming of her winter twins—the Saxon babies, she would call them. And yet, even in her delicate condition, she was not a woman easily trifled with. The days she saw and the children she carried reminded them all of that. She birthed lines that produced kings and queens. And now, she was among them. And yet she would never call herself that. Among the trees, they were family. There would always be a sweetness and a peace that wove its way between the redwoods like a blanket. So when the sky blackened and the wind shifted, of course Reagan would know the direction of a coming storm. That it would come even faster than she expected was not on her horizon—for the storm came from within her own borders. She had felt him. Slow, ambling--blind. The bear’s mind was unsure. And yet, he seemed more at home for some reason. As if he belonged in that form… or was that form at heart. Like her, but different. When the crack of sound—a scream—tore through her forest, she felt in her heart that thunderous beating of Ruan running towards something—a goal (a fear)—as if he had the ability to draw upon his own power. She did not hesitate. She took a beat forward—white snow swirling around her as she ran, her body lowering to the ground, trading hoof for paw, and grey hide for a snow white pelt. The pregnant she-wolf ran to catch up to her mate, in determination to stop his maddening tirade. When at last she was able to catch up to them both, she slid her back half behind her on the icy ground—slippery—and came to stand squarely between them, green eyes fixed on Ruan. “Stop this!” RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Reagan (and any?) - Siberian - 01-12-2017 Siberian The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Reagan (and any?) - Ruan - 01-12-2017 Ruan He barreled on a collision course straight for the enemy. And then suddenly she was there before him, facing him and not the threat. He slammed his feet to the earth, retracting his magic with a snarl at her command, her obvious acceptance of the enemy in their home. What the hell was she doing? He said nothing as he heaved in fury. He didn't need to. She would know as well as he where this bear had come from. No, she would know far more than he could with the use of her powerful magic. Blue eyes flickered to the bear as he seemed to hesitate, then fall easily into her command. Ruan's eyes glowed with the power of his wrath and shot back to Reagan. Steam blew from his nostrils, rage burning through his blood. He'd never been so furious, and so hurt. It felt like a betrayal. You KNOW where it comes from! You KNOW it is from HIM! he roared in his mind. Then it felt like his heart broke, and he ran away from them, stumbling haphazard in any direction but there. He ignored any protests, if there were any. He needed to be away from here. Needed it. And despite his pain, he trusted her to handle this however she blessedly wished. Whether he liked it or not. So he ran. And ran. And wished he were wolf to howl his anger and suffering, to burn off this rage with a satisfying kill. Flesh and blood on his tongue, as it should be. He couldn't kill the bastard that did this to him. And he couldn't kill his damned minion either. He would never have closure. RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Reagan (and any?) - Reagan - 02-13-2017 She has not forgotten Deimos. How could she, when he has caused her aeons of heartache? Lo, Reagan knows EXACTLY what has brought the bear here. She is no fool. Her eyes fixated on her lover, she approaches him warily, her white coat bristling as she shimmers, stepping out of that white form and into the one of her birth. Shaking our her grey tattered hair, she wuffs to Ruan in hushed tones, her voice warm. "You are better than this, my love. Do not let the blindness of hate get in the way of opportunity. His time will come. If he had the ability to kill, he'd be here himself. Deimos deals in absolutes." Turning back to the bear, a warm wind rushes passed her, flairing up around her and Ruan. Her emerald eyes glowed as if they are on fire, and she sees into his mind. Something is not all of what it seems. And so, the brown, lumbering, hairy beast returns also to the form of his birth, as Reagan has. Her eyes graze over him with a satisfied smirk on her face. "There," she breathes. "Much less of a threat. Look upon me, bear, and tell me what it is you see. If you see something to destroy, then by all means have at me." She waits then, turning to Ru with a knowing look, and then back at the no longer so fearsome intruder. Would the bear notice right away? "Well, then Siberian. I am waiting. What is it that you see when you look at me?" RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Reagan (and any?) - Siberian - 02-25-2017 Siberian The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Reagan (and any?) - Reagan - 02-27-2017 we’re on each other’s team… He was crying his thanks, and Reagan could not be more pleased. She had known all along that the treachery that had befallen the bear was not of his own making, and Reagan looked over her shoulder to where Ruan had been standing to show the solidarity of the Taiga, only to show that his presence was no more. Reagan’s heart shattered as she knew that her wolf had once more retreated into his own—becoming one with the beast inside and seeking only the revenge of blood against the demon who had caused his scars. Gone were the memories, and the love. Instead, in its place was a stranger that Reagan no longer knew. Her lover had retreated into a shadow of himself, and it was a path that the grey mare could not follow. She was alone—here in the forest. So, she took a gulp, and turned sad eyes to the bear…to Siberian, and with a kind word, she looked at him. “You are welcome, friend. The demon who sent you here will surely be after you. Feel free to make these woods your home, with my blessing. You and yours will have my protection. Bring your children, if you wish. There is a cave at the far end of the creekbed that opens up into a small lake. Any fish of your choice is good for the taking… as well as clams, mussels, and berries. In turn… I make one request. Protect my family.” She blinked and looked downwards towards the ground, her thoughts on Ruan. There would be no coming back from this. |